1. |
Next To Me
05:58
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Scraped the skin off my knees
Find myself desperately next to me
No company disturbs the heat
Mountains crash underneath next to me
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2. |
Friend Of Mine
04:48
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Take a leap, expose the filth
You are dead as somebody else
Burn the bridge behind that door
Don’t look back anymore
Settle down and bide your time
No good friend of mine
Every minute worth a mile
Shallow foil of mind
Nothing is too real to handle
Watch the buildings collapse to your feet
As your jewelery bathes in the sun
But when stars collide where will it be
You run and hide
Settle down and bide your time
A no good friend of mine
Every minute worth a mile
Shallow foil of mind
Nothing is too real to handle
I need this time to breath
Too ripe too bright it seems
Wind papers like any slight breeze
Could knock the wind right out of me
Settle down and bide your time
A no good friend of mine
Every minute worth a mile
Shallow foil of mind
Nothing is too real to handle
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3. |
Red Tape
04:44
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White little dove I see the imagery that cradles the weak
Can we live without those desire guiding over our material lives
But when the red tape fades with a soulless dying breath
And continents sink down below the ocean floor
I am changing
I am gone
I don't know when I should return
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4. |
Appliance
04:51
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Poetry shines on the table
Reflecting in pools of your eyes
It binds so strong
I cannot bear but to dive right in
The beautiful words shine brightly
Hallowed and forged so wildly
Amassed in the sun strokes
Wizened by sores
I cannot bear but to dive right in
Lone misguided little bird
Chilling skies left to burn
Lone misguided little bird
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5. |
I Am The World
05:33
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When all my fears come back to me
When all my father’s friends laugh
And on the waves
Hatching ground
I know I know
I see it all reveal
Within a second the planes burns down
And in that moment
I am the world
I am the world
I see it all unfurl
Misaligned retrospective
Here arriving
Here arriving
At once gone, none to blame
We are all outside ourselves
Unseen
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6. |
Reprise
03:33
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From those grassy hills she rose
Past the rubble and the stone
But when all is said and done
Will she die alone
Will she die alone?
Nothing is too real to handle
As if fate had lost its game
To some softly hallowed grave
As if some semi-divine mien
Had not been maintained
Could not be maintained
Nothing is too real to handle
I need this time to breath
Too ripe, too bright it seems
I need this time to breath
Nothing is too real to handle
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Print Sale California
Marshall Hattersley and Evan Kaiser have been making music together for three years and will continue to do so forever. Their project Print Sale blends an undying love of polyrhythms, instrumental jazz-rock sensibilities, and odd time signatures with sweeping sonic experimentations, four-part vocal harmonies, and crushingly honest ballad craft. ... more
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