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Water in My Brain
03:41
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It’s summer again I feel nothing again
Time's gone by
And I guess there’s just more to come
Two years ago I was writing dumb songs in that upstairs room
It reached thirty-seven degrees one day
A melting guitar and a broken demeanour
The moon was a memory and I was my own worst enemy
Close behind was trying to make sense of that evidence content
As I drove on home, for an hour at 9:30 on a Thursday night
(Hmmm) Life is dumb sometimes
It’s good to know we’re fine
But what’s this water in my brain?
Now I am writing the same kinds of songs but in a different room
And this one won’t stay cool either
Near melting guitars, life’s a broken facade or a record that spins
Will it spin for eternity?
I’ve got a degree that means nothing to me
An opportunity, that some dad would die for their child to have
Life is dumb sometimes
I guess it’s true we’re all dying
Oh life is dumb sometimes
But what’s this life that’s in my veins?
What’s this breath that I can’t shake?
What’s this comfort in my pain?
What’s this water in my brain?
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I’m an architect
You’re a gardener
I have ideas you actually grow things
You’re Aragon
I’m ‘orc 17’
You save Middle Earth
I just destroy things
Your smiles are real
You’re a butterfly
I’m a taxidermy fox or a night owl
You’re Central Park
You’re Everest
I’m nothing more than ever sleeping
A great white shark in your spider web
You make everything look easy
I’m an exit plan
I’m a dying man
Everything I touch is dead
These are the thoughts some brains have
And I wish they’d go away
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The Party
01:45
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Is this even real?
Guess I’ll work that one as I’m going
Nothing as it seems
Love, loss and death
And we’re smiling
How does it feel to leave the party early?
And how does it feel to lose your only friend?
The seasons never change
You read all those books or you burn them
I wish I could take it all back
I wanted to what was right
How does it feel to know the party’s over?
How does it feel to let everyone down that you’ve ever known?
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Something Good
03:21
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Silence
I’ll be there
All my options are out
Lightning
Take me
Take me away
I’ll meet you there
With open arms, I will
Honestly and properly
Feel my heart
Find me something good
Find me something good
Find me something good
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Sleep
03:33
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Sleep now, there’s nothing that you’re solving
No garden that you’re growing
That could ever stay alive
Until the morning time
Longing for one connection
As if it’s resurrection
Or something that will save, save you from yourself
Oh you tear your own heart out
You’re everything’s nothing in doubt
Despite all you know
Just close your eyes for now
As reason and nature they have made it
Not as passion paints it
I need to find a way
To always be myself
Longing for connection
Despite my own direction
Is not someone that I
I ever wanna be
So I tear my own heart out
My lies die unspoken in doubt
And for all that I know
Everything is good
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Supermoon
05:38
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It’s not every day it comes in waves
Sadness, longing and regret
But let the water wash me clean again
Days in the jacaranda tree
Times down Hardey road with the dog
And how we properly cried that day she died
Oh I get sentimental
About everything
It’s not every day I meet someone like my mother
Hope I never do you wrong
In some ways I know I’m really just like my father
And I’m sorry when I’m wrong
Three houses, one year
Twelve months I know I won't forget
But that’s life
That night the supermoon was shining
I sat amongst the roses
And I thought about the end and love and life and if it’s worth it at all
I get sentimental
About every song I write
And this will be just another one
A Bandcamp archive with maybe just one hundred plays
But I don’t mind anymore
Do you think that maybe there’ll be another?
Oh I don’t really care right now
‘Cause there's no other, no other, there’s no other warmth that I require right now
But it’s all, all just senseless
All, all just a dream
I’ve got all, all that I’d ever need
All that you’d ever need
I’m not in control I’m just one of billions of humans
Just taking time to, taking time
To try to make some sense of everything
I’m never gonna work it out on my own
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Photos of My Friends
01:53
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Take a photo of your friends and they will soon be broken up
There’s one who kills and brings to life but that’s not a good picture
You’ve got some kind of a nerve to take everything you that want and decide it’s good
I take some photos of my friends and they are always broken up before I get them developed
Was that ever love?
If it was I’m dying.
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You're a Memory
04:03
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I’ll never see you again
You’re a memory or a dream
Or a face on a screen once in a while
And I hate that
Stumbling around in the dark
In a cold house that wasn’t mine
I’d walk the dog, read a book
You were on my mind some of the time
Sometimes things get in the way
Like commitment
Like second thoughts
Like fear
Or like the ocean
Birthdays they come and go
Some I remember
I think I might remember that one
Maybe not
And I took the long road home on purpose
A few more minutes to talk
About nothing for the last time
It was only then that I knew
Sometimes things get in the way
Like water
Like this stubborn heart
Like a fear, of devotion
Sometimes things get in the way
Like water
Like this wretched heart
Like a fear
Of a distance that’s real
It separates us
How could it do that to you?
‘Cause you, you, you’re a memory
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Everyday I'm Driving
02:52
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It’s raining now like I thought it would
Tell me true or I will take it down
And then I know there’s no coming back
Four more weeks then I’m finished
Already know that it won't feel as good
As I always said it would
And then I will find something else
That I can tell everyone
‘Oh this is what I do, it’s how I use my time… now’
Every day I am driving somewhere
I could lose control of my car and crash
And Oh, no none of this would matter
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What Can I Sing To?
06:16
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A god for the sorrow
A god for the pain
Tell me you love me and I’ll give glory to nothing, to no one, to me
As though I create my own reality
And as though I make music alone
Food and water sustain me
And my own thoughts they transcend
But if so, then what can I sing to?
And why do I sing?
But I do
I sing of death but I do not know it
Of love but I can not show it
I sing to the empty parts of me
I sing to the cracking silence
There’s a temporal ticking inside
A perpetual tradeoff between what I like and what’s right
It begins with a crawl and then I’m running
Not even a head wind’s gonna stop me now
So what can I sing to?
And why do I sing?
But I do
I sing of death but I do not know it
Of love but I can not show it
I sing to the empty parts of me
I sing to the cracking silence
Matter only matters when we can’t control it
More and more, we control it
But we’re not in control
We’re like frost that melts
In the cold morning sun
A cold sun is still the sun
We still melt
But I want to feel the warmth
To be shaped by it
To get lost in the depths of reality
A Real Love
I want to sing with conviction
I want to sing to You
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