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but I don’t hear you
theres just air on my shoulder
and I don’t see you
I just start to feel older
time is now colder
we wait and we no longer know
what it is we're waiting for
I can’t raise my hand, I can’t think of you
or say what I'll see or see this thing through
this ain’t our last song or our final dance
it’s the avalanche
its a long ending
one way door to defend
where even truth can pretend
and we’ll never be friends
we’ll never be friends
we’ll never be friends
from now on
you’ll be scenes
faded but serene
a dream beyond a dream
look at my my thoughts they’re half full
falling in a time capsule
buried in the leaves
blowing in the breeze
you can grin and scoff
but the gloves are coming off
this ain’t our last dance
or our final chance
it’s the avalanche
but I don’t hear you
theres just air on my shoulder
and I don’t see you anymore
I just start to feel older
time is now cold
cold like before
show what you're waiting to tell
what it is you're trying to sell
raise my hand
rearrange
grab a hat
beg for change
ain't a song
or a dance
it's the avalanche
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2. |
Bound to Get Lost
04:16
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it ain’t from the clouds
or the grass above the canyon
it ain’t the darkness ‘round the trees
or the radio reception
its the silence and the stillness
when the colder wind goes quiet
then I remember all the movement
that ain’t got me there yet
it ain't the winding roads
or the river, cold and bending
it ain't the lightning or the hail
coming down where i'm standing
got no record of these thoughts
got no compass got no cross
and I am bound to get lost
I am bound to get lost
I might head south to north
or just rock back and forth
to the sound that calming sound
of the clean quiet ground
she is a spiral in a dream
a spinning little sun beam
and her patient clever whispers
turn the liars to believers
got no record of these thoughts
got no compass got no cross
and I am bound to get lost
I am bound to get lost
but i’ll forgive her wishes
I can’t give her what is precious
and she will call me selfish
but i’d rather not be foolish
so I will parse the wreckage
sift old parts and pieces
untie my tongue with thinkin’
until my mind releases
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Dream Home Blues
05:14
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I dreamed that we were on horses
crossing strange terrain
then on great big porches
listening to the rain
then down the stairs to oceans
pouring down a drain
all we spoke were curses
and all we felt was pain
we were behind windows
and softness made us tame
I asked you what was greatest
and you mispronounced my name
I knew you as witness
carrying the weight
looking like some high priestess
waiting for a train
they say the devil can’t find heaven
searching evermore
but he knows it’s pride that keeps him breathin’
and blinded from the door
we were behind windows
and softness made us tame
I asked you what was greatest
and you mispronounced my name
I don't want to miss the moment
I know things are for sure
or that last grand confusion
of the comfortable allure
tiny whispered statement
breakin' through the storm
I know that i’m free to roam now
but I know i’m staying home
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St. Helen
11:15
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as the klickitat legend begun
Sahali was a god with two sons
he sent them down the river to roam
down the Columbia find a good home
when they found the most beautiful place
for these two brothers was not enough space
then Sahale got out his big bow
and into the sky he shot two arrows
one to the north and one to the south
keep them apart to shut up their mouths
soon enough they loved the same queen
who in her wisdom could not choose between
then of course the brothers were fighting
fire and rain and thunder and lightning
father was weary and just wanted peace
he grounded them each into a mountain peak
Adams to the north and Hood to the south
his boys were locked down but they still ran their mouths
he took the queen too and made her a mountain
she is the angry one called St. Helen
Helen settled silently for so many years
suddenly grumbly and grinding her gears
people tried to hold her in the highest regard
took her very serious and listening hard
but we are easily distracted and trite
and busy people follow what the media hypes
all of the reporters led the groupies away
back into their cities and their regular days
even as it was when she had freedom before
Helen stood defiantly but she was ignored
if being patient never brings her reward
how can we expect to have a calm without a storm
vancouver this is it, its the end of the quarrel
goodbye to the hillside goodbye to the sorrel
goodbye to the story goodbye to the moral
goodbye to the scenery and all thats pastoral
the lover laid to waste all she surveyed
she was bitter at the way she’d been played
and she found her voice and made it known
and the people humbled, overthrown
ash that was proof of heat and time
the fertile history of mine
of earth and air, wind and rain
to be there once and come again
green turned grey oh nothing left
the scorched embodiment of death
toothpick trees lay scattered all across the land
it was a land that only the ash could stand
what might escape our final breath
after the chaos finally left
before the winter seals our lips
what can we say to remember this
like the sound of ash being spoken:
the calming breath beyond the hold of choking
or some great beggar’s dance being broken
or the smell of a gun that’s cold and smoking
and the world would wait for what might come
to see if all was said and done
first came the fireweed and sun
then phytoplankton, oxygen
eventually, a living scene
and the gray grew back to green
Helens, you are just like us, all our flesh will turn to dust
from the dust we grow again, because we must
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Ratstar
05:01
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I know how it feels
it feels like a curse
try and make things better
but only make them worse
when no one looks
inside your intent
they can’t understand
just what you meant
you think that its best when they understand
to be what they see they give you a hand
with a bright white palm across your face
it’s a reprimand if you should step out of your place
I know that these things aren’t what they seem
and I know there are rats yeah i know that
I know some kings are made for the screen
we’re better than that, yeah I know that
they’re waiting to hear
me say please
but let me be clear
I’m not on my knees
they live off of fear
they’re just a disease
and I have no fear
that they can appease
you think that its best when they understand
to be what they see they give you a hand
with a bright white palm across your face
it’s a reprimand if you should step out of your place
I know that these things aren’t what they seem
and I know there are rats yeah i know that
I know some kings are made for the screen
we’re better than that, yeah I know that
let me sign on lines
and sell back to me
all the riches and love
that i once got for free
they pour something sweet
over their lies
its nice but don’t try
to buy the disguise
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6. |
Outlast
03:30
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how many long lines can outlast this patience
out past the stations of bright white fences
how many winds can hammer at the wheat of time
before bending too far from the straight line
what soft shame can see what we will do
this lost name blowing from the window through
long hair and dander like lit fireflies burned against the blue
wending yellow lanes evade the blades in bloom
sorrow let the rain fill our days
and the cards stay empty til we say
the tales and travails that fail to break
the fetters of the fountain tide
where all our tried endeavors died
today
wind burn raw in the eastern shadow dawn
these fields of breezy waves pass on
in back and forth a pattern painted yawn
saying in sighs “so long, so long”
words get caught at the edge of my mouth
then things get said that should never get out
the days come slow and the nights stay late
and we might need to say, “but wait, but wait.”
sorrow let the rain fill our days
and the cards stay empty til we say
the tales and travails that fail to break
the fetters of the fountain tide
where all our tried endeavors died
today
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Drive North Oxford, Ohio
Tyler lives in Alaska and Joe lives in Ohio. They put together these songs and no one ever tells them how to do that. This is how they want it to sound. Have a listen. These songs came a long way to meet you.
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