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Lo Tide
04:03
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One last cigarette for the sunrise friends
you miss more than you know.
We're always building little monuments
in the sand when the tide is low.
I won't fear the wave that'll wash it away
while I'm here to see it grow.
Because everything I am I owe to them
and the love that I've been shown.
I believe in so little now,
but somewhere in my bones.
I can feel it calling me out,
to know and be known.
"Or just be there when ya can before ya go."
Put your music on and play that song
that makes ya feel less alone.
I won't make a sound, you can talk about
your favorite parts as it goes.
And if we never meet again, if this is it,
I hope you'll know...
that the spark you shared will burn again
when it dances through my radio.
[Chorus]
Sunlight broke
through campfire smoke
and the birds sang, 'time to go.'
'It's time to go home.'
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2. |
Be Here
03:32
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Just wait til summer, come see me then,
wild heat and hunger alive on our skin.
Dance with the fire, sing for the trees,
carried by the river, guided by the breeze.
Be here with me.
Just stay through autumn, let it slow ya down...
summer sins all forgotten, beauty abounds.
The warmth of your coffee, the chill in the air,
as fleeting as it is haunting but don't despair just
Be here with me.
Just wait til summer, come see me then,
as hopeless and lonesome as winter has been.
I won't hold you to it, won't hold my breath,
but I may draw the curtain now and again like
Be here with me.
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3. |
Halloween
03:16
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Have a smoke, think it over...
what a lonely, cold October.
Made a bed of the backseat, one more open door
before you leave and you take it.
I couldn't hide it at the drive-in, I was done.
Red as Haddenfield as Michael spilled some blood.
Pull me under the blanket, I want to stay...
Golden, forever green,
buried under Halloween.
If you'll be an ember, and keep us warmer
while the winter haunts these streets,
I could be another songbird out your window
every morning in the spring
and we could sing...
I couldn't hide it at the drive-in, I was done.
Red as Haddenfield as Michael spilled some blood.
Pull me under the blanket, I want to stay...
Golden, forever green,
buried under Halloween.
The fire's low, summer's over...
almost enough to scare us sober.
Where to go now that we're older?
Every home I've known has broken.
The fire's low, so much unspoken...
I've taken every door left open.
Where to go? Who fucking knows
just pull me close before it's over,
before the lights are up again.
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4. |
Gold Petaled Flowers
03:38
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Unearthly siren, harbinger your pale horse
tore through our city and brought us to our knees.
Dull dysphoria, in lieu of golden eagles
leave me hopeless where all our roads now
lead and cease to be...
Gold-petaled flowers fell apart around us.
Sunburned shadows where we used to be.
Our love, too fragile, boiled into vapor,
Gone forever, somewhere far away.
Our God of violence, tumbling from the heavens,
which fated building will wake you from your sleep?
Cull me Reaper, in lieu of fallen angels,
soft and painless but not before I
see her spread her wings...
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5. |
Bear It Down
04:01
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You've got scars from the hooks you swallowed,
the stars you followed, the Gods you praised...
What you can't run from, what you know will follow,
what left you hollow and ashamed but,
Steady now, if ya stay the course,
if ya heard it once, ya heard it a million times before and
You've seen it play out, gotta find a way out,
If your head's fried, if you're bled dry,
if your tether is severed, more dead than alive...
If your heart's out, if your heart's out,
break it, or bear it, or bear it down.
Truth is a fresh till in ground gone fallow,
under a sky gone yellow; no sign of rain...
Hope is an old song that sometimes echoes
in through your window in that old refrain, singin...
Steady now, if ya stay the course,
if ya heard it once, ya heard it a million times before and
You've seen it play out, gotta find a way out,
If your head's fried, if you're bled dry,
if your tether is severed, more dead than alive...
If your heart's out, if your heart's out,
break it, or bear it, or bear it down.
Bear it down.
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6. |
When the Sun Breaks
03:46
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I barely slept, my head just spun,
I briefly dreamt of some future to come.
Adrift on a boat on a deep, dark sea,
crying and choking on a fit of my grief.
Resigned to this lonely fate;
to watch as the waves dragged you away.
And all I could do was shake,
and beg myself, again, for help that I knew too well to await.
"Don't sing. Just listen. Are you listening?"
The sky stretched out, an endless gray
of unbroken cloud but the storm never came.
Time stood still, but still things changed,
swell after swell but gray all the same.
Unaware until far too late...
it had all been replaced but the way that ya sang.
And all I could do was shake,
and beg myself again for help that I knew too well to await...
"Don't sing. Just listen. Are you listening?"
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7. |
Driving All Night
04:15
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There was a time when the guilt from this kind of mistake
would've left me gutted, would've kept me awake.
Now it's a sunburn... a distant alarm.
Never goes away but never hits too hard.
And it got lonely like you said it would,
so I'm driving all night just to try and feel good.
And I'm sorry as I ever was,
So I'm driving all night away from what I done.
I'm driving all night from who I've become.
Another sad song with the windows down,
for a moment I know it could all turn around.
But the truth, for the silence, patiently waits,
and empties my heart as the stations change.
And it got lonely like you said it would,
so I'm driving all night just to try and feel good.
And I'm sorry as I ever was,
So I'm driving all night away from what I done.
I'm driving all night from who I've become.
Close your eyes and try to recall
the warmth of the campfire light last fall.
The songs you sang and the stories told,
yeah, 'I hope I die before I get old.'
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8. |
I Can't Stay
03:33
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Spent a decade as a shadow, happy just to follow,
to walk you home... was I even there at all?
Woke up so dysphoric, tried a while to ignore it,
swallowed whole... didn't notice I was gone.
A summer disconnected, trauma resurrected,
Let me go and you'll be better off.
Autumn on the doorstep, all those brittle little regrets
piling up, I know I have to go.
Can it feel this right, but be this hard?
Can we say goodbye and not fall apart?
'Cause I'll miss you, I'll miss you so much but
I can't stay. I can't stay. I've been away too long.
A year of starting over, all the under-drawings bolder,
I know they know I'm no closer than I was.
Every open door, a mirror, when you want to disappear...
so it goes, try another just because.
But still our time together, I will hold onto forever,
I hope you know you made it everything it was.
Can it feel this right, and still be this hard?
Can we say goodbye and not fall apart?
'Cause I'll miss you, I'll miss you so much but
I can't stay. I can't stay. I've been away too long.
I can't stay. (I'll miss you)
I can't stay. (I'll think of you)
I can't stay. (I won't let myself forget you)
I was barely here at all.
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9. |
Every Time It Goes
04:03
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The wheel turned loose and the pedal on the floor,
nights like this ya don't know anymore.
If it all goes black and the credits roll,
will the stones unturned weigh down your soul?
Waking up with strangers again,
you can tell them things ya can't tell your friends.
If they stay for coffee it don't feel so cheap...
a high wire walk between want and need.
It's a song we already know, eyes closed,
And it haunts like a wind that blows through your bones...
and it takes from you every time it goes.
There's a well-worn print everywhere you step.
Your shadow's long, haven't made a dent.
Plant your flag in the shade of another,
and fall in love with the sunset's colors.
Or spill your guts to shadows again,
under neon lights and some influence.
Hollow-eyed and heartbroken,
some family blood can't be diluted.
Chorus
And it goes on and on and on and on,
through hill and valley down
county roads back home.
It goes on and on and on and on,
through forest and field
and miles of White River stone.
It goes on and on and on and on,
and it'll tell you everything
you think you wanna know...
but it takes from you every time it goes.
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10. |
Wait, Or Maybe Don't
03:23
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If I could write somewhere between
'integrity' and 'chic obscene',
you might find me interesting,
and I might not see everything I sing
as so dull and stale... and predictably cheap.
If I could just age happily,
ignore the thread that pulls in me,
I could get drunk socially
without chasing the point of collapsing.
I could be fun and so far from the brink.
But it's not me. It's just not me.
Is there no repair, no rewiring this broken machine?
If I could just be brave and true,
take my stand against abuse,
argue for my point of view,
I might not hate myself the way I do.
I might feel strong and worthy of you.
If I could just say honestly,
without feeling naked and weak,
"I love you for who you are to me."
My friends my feel more like my family,
and my family might feel closer to me.
But it's not me. It's just not me.
Is there no repair, no rewiring this broken machine?
Is there no repair, no retiring this broken machine?
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woollyy Albuquerque, New Mexico
insta: @st.wagler
A fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.
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