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Wait all day for wait all day for...
waitin' all day for something to hold
waitin' all day for something more than getting up & going to work
waitin' all day for something more for me to get up in the mornin'
waitin' all day for... waitin' on a reason for existin'
waitin' all day for somethin' more
than getting up in the morning and just going to work
wait all day wait all day for...
i'm just waitin' for the day waitin' for the day it'll feel alright
waitin' all day workin' all day just to sleep away the night
just workin', workin' to make my way
just goin' to sleep going to sleep to face another day
to wait to wait to wait all day...
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I am walking down the street
I am walking I am walking
look what I happen to stumble upon
the door is open
so inviting
beckoning me to come in
the windows are boarded
begging me to come and see
what lies on the other side
and I step in
the air smells of must & mold
the debris crunches under my feet
I can see plaster littering the floor
and I wonder who lived here before
and why they don't live here anymore
I walk into the next room
and I look around
the roof is caving
the wood is rotting
the paint is peeling
the brick is crumbling away
oh I see beauty in
I see beauty in decay
I see beauty in
I see beauty in decay
and as I walk down the street
desolate delapidation
and brick blackened by industry
and the only sign of life I see
are the sparks flying in the mill ahead of me
and I am infinitely intrigued
this is beauty
oh such dismal beauty
this is... this is... abandoned intrigue
this is... this is... abandoned intrigue
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the bells keep on ringin'
ringin' it in
the bells keep on bringin'
bringin' it in
oh
they're ringin' in bringin' ringin' bringin' ringin' bringin' in-
ringin' bringin' ringin' bringin' ringin' in-
new beginnings...
the bells are ringin'
the bells are bringin'- they're singin'
of new beginnings-
new beginnings-
(ohhhhh)
the bells are singing
(oohhhhh)
the bells are ringin' in new beginnings
new beginnings
new beginnings
new beginnings...
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sugar gauges smell so bad and jujubees singe the hair
relapse relapse
come to me with dead eyes
yellow translucent lips and a mouth so dry
watching those around you is... watching those around you is
beautiful
because sugar gauges smell so bad and jujubees singe the hair
combining combining we are
combining rendezvous
noise-15 minutes- and jaundice yellow faces
I am the only one (I am the only one)
I am the only one-
livin' this daydream
sugar gauges smell so bad
(I cant even remember how the lights were)
and jujubees singe the hair
(when I fell out)
when I fell out
(you are gone)
since sugar gauges smell so bad
(you are gone)
and jujubees they singe-they singe the hair
(they are gone)
they singe the hair
oh...
(were all gone)
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gonna follow me
gonna follow me or what
gonna follow me
gonna follow you
following
got a following
got a following
yeah
I got a following-
for I don't speak
i've learned to tweet
and I don't need this body
as my mind melds with machine
no I don't speak
I don't make a peep
and I dare not show my body
before the words so pristine
laid out adorning where I stand
with the need for everyone to know where I am
need them to see what I see
the willful fear of letting known every single thing that yr thinking
in the desperate grasp of ladders scrolled for sinking
in a world where everyone seems drunk even when they're not drinking
for they're all falling following
for were all falling following
might as well cut our tongues out
its not like we need em
and we might as well rot the guts out
not like we can afford to feed em
for it seems we've forgotten how to speak
since we learned to tweet
and we lay to waste our bodies
as we yield to these machines-
follow me follow you following
and I might as well cut my tongue out
cuz soon I wont need it
and I might as well rot these guts out
not like I can even see them fit
anymore
for I can no longer speak
and i've forgotten how to breathe
and from down here on my knees
I lay bare this body
and beg for release
from the efforts of trying to seem unique
that lays bare all that is to be
& be seen
by the wrong kind of being
to the meaning of being free
for we think this free
this isn't free
you follow me I follow you followin' me & I'm followin' you too...
you follow me I follow you following; me & they're following you
they're followin' me too
when did we stop fighting and start following
we're all just following...
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calm the coo (redux)
02:39
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i am painting a building
though the paint has all run dry
and i hate to admit it
the whole time, you were on my mind
and i can hear the doves
they're cooing outside that third story window
and i can hear them congregate
and i wish i could relate
upon rooftops way up high
watch the city bustlin' by
ooh, ooh
i cant wait for summer rain
long flowing skirts trailing behind
nothing more to try and hide
no more feelings left to deny...
oh the doves they coo for spring
the doves they coo for they coo for me...
the doves they coo for spring...
oh they coo, they coo for me...
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(no lyrics)
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indisposedisclosure
04:25
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Oh every night I been dreamin' so hard
I been wakin' up in cold sweats
bakin' beneath the morning sun
as it beats upon my bed
and in the morning I don't know what to do
when I wake up with these thoughts of you
for I know it'll never be the time or place
for such things
but in the morning it feels so confusing
dreamscapes castin' such alluring illusions
and the shadows they fade
before i'm quite yet fully awake
an illusive embrace
then my eyes open ablaze
sitting up amidst the coming day
where I'll wipe it down i'll wipe it off
i'll wipe it out from my mind
I wipe it down I wipe it off
I wipe it out from my mind
but still in the morning it feels so confusin'
dreamscapes having casted such alluring illusions
cant help but just wanna move a little closer to what yr doin...
just a little closer now now
(just a little closer now)
said just cant help but wanna move in a little closer to what yr doin' now now now
(a little closer now)
but as is the morning its just as confusin'
soundscapes alluding movements exuding
a pungence ripe in time with losing my mind
and liquor bitter as lye
I cant help it when I move I move a little bit closer
said I just cant help it when i'm movin' I wanna move a little bit closer
a little bit closer now
just a little bit closer now
then the shadows they fade
before i'm quite yet fully awake... awake...
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there's interference
there's interference in the atmosphere
there's interference
there's interference in my atmosphere
and I don't wanna fear it
but I feel like I cant see clear
I don't wanna feel it feel this feel like fallin' no more
falling from provin' yrself
just fallin' into foolin' yrself
as the gravity is pulling you down down
leagues beneath you fell down
fallin' from proven yrself
just fallin' in to foolin' yrself
as the gravity is pulling you down down
leagues beneath you fell down
you failed now
but there's an interference and its ringin' in my ear
that brings down the rain to mix with my summer sweat and tears
for my body is wakin'... my body is wakin' up again
my body is waitin' wakin' up again
there's too much interference too much
there's too much interference too much there's too much
too much interference again...
there's interference
there's interference in my atmosphere
and I don't wanna fear it
but I feel I cant see clear
for my body's wakin' up
I cant feel my body wakin' up again
oh its wakin' up
and in its wake its bringin'
its bringin' too much interference
too much interference too much too much
but my body is wakin' up
its wakin' up again
just waitin' for it..
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10. |
imbas (for emma & miles)
02:43
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(no lyrics)
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