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Littlefoot - Vessels
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If you cry to me then I will comfort you in secret languages only we can understand. If you lose yourself I will leave a spot for you in the cupboard of my mind. All your weakness I'll forgive. You'll be fine even if you're not. If you concentrate you won't forget to breathe; just keep your body close to mine. I won't admit as much but I know that we are only vessels. But this earthly shell of meat and bone floats lightly on. It is empty. It will let him down and he will understand.
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Hammer Hawk - Low
03:26
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Yeah, you're caught in a low, lost with nowhere to go, I know. Can't find no solution talking about a revolution, I know. It's like I've been there before, talking that shit is so old. Yeah, you're caught in a low, time is moving too slow, I know. Pints filled with pollution loss of constitution, I know. It's like I've been there before, talking that shit is so old. Yeah, we're caught in a low acting like an asshole, where does the time go?
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Every time it rains it feels like the 80’s. It feels like I can't get over it. And every time it snows it feels like an ocean of ghosts of hopes we've forgotten. But it don't mean a thing to me, no. We're all lost in our desires. But me, I'm just kindling for the fire. It seems to me that we moved here for adventuring but it turned into suffering for survival. So here's a song for the county lineman, these broken times, and the underemployed. But it don't mean a thing to us, no. We're all lost in our desires. But we, we're all just kindling for the fire. And now I'm lost for words. I'm lost for words. I'm so lost. But it don't mean a thing to me, no. We're all lost in our desires. But me, I'm just kindling for the fire.
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Bear Grass - Young
03:46
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These aren't the same old words I used to write. These aren't the same beliefs I used to bite. I never thought that I would see the night. I'm still young, time is moving on. I was laid beneath the fog. I held my breath; I felt the loss. You were cuddled close to me but I could hardly speak and your last breath was in his arms. He cradled you and rocked you hard and cried that you might wake to life. Quake and rumble fight the night. I'm still young. Time is moving on. I wish that you could see them walk and hear the words that they first talk. They were always far from thought; and leaps and hops in me I've got. But you are never far from here; cause I've got thoughts and I've got fears. You can come along with me and we can sing among the breeze.
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Eating woodland animals, collecting wild edibles at the awakening. Believe in ancient rituals, feel that we are spiritual at the awakening. Celebrate the seasonal, drinking tea with chamomile at the awakening. The Awakening... Celebrate the seasonal, know-how is collectible at the awakening. Eating woodland animals, collecting wild edibles at the awakening. The Awakening... at the awakening...
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Come on invite us, oh before you get fired and we'll help sell your soul (we'll help sell your soul). Since you've made a big promise, though let's try to be honest soon you'll reap what you sow (you’ll reap what you sow). Now it's coming back, it's coming back; it's coming back but from where I don't know (from where I don't know). So you did invite us and then you came up and bite us and shit we're all going home. But it’s okay! You can't come home! Yeah, it’s okay! You can't come home! Whoohoohoo! Whoohoohoo! Now come on you fuckers, you think you got one up on us. Well, we'll see how it goes (we'll see how it goes). So get your back in the game before the time ticks away and the scores have been totaled (the scores have been totaled). Because you play it so easy, though you make it look cheesy and left us all with a tease (awwwwww!). Now I'm growing tired, tired and uninspired by the shit you will leave. But it’s okay! You can't come home! Yeah, it’s okay! You can't come home! Whoohoohoo! Whoohoohoo!
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Love my neighbor hate my face. Ain't never been so close to grace of god. Tell me, how can we? Dutiful lion sad and sweet lie in vegas hotel suite all day. Tell me, when can we leave? Buddy, cover me I'm slippin out the back. Though I'm scared to death of dyin’ no other way to keep from cryin’ i know. Tell me, can we? Buddy, cover me. Hate my friends and love my thoughts. Ain't never been so close to god above. Tell me, how can we live? Buddy, cover me I'm goin’ in. Buddy, cover me I'm goin’ in. Buddy, cover me I'm goin’ in.
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Here is some trash bin in your face, pachow (talking). The night is almost over and we're just getting older, I want you to come closer but you belong to another. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. Why you got to be like that. We're coming (talking)
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Everyone that you walk by at every single instant of your life is forever innocent. They say look at the ground; don’t stare strangers is the eye. But I look at every face as it walks by. Let me down; make it easy. Get me out. I’m obsessed. Everytime I close my eyes reminds me of the line we used to ride; the bus was stuffed, it’s just our luck. But we fight and we find our backseats in cabbie’s taxies on bus tours with art and heart; you impossible attractive obstacle. So come and let me down. Make it easy. Get me out; I’m obsessed. Cut me down; don’t believe me. Sell me out; suck me wet. Skyscrapers falling up to the top of the levees. We are raindrops adding to the rising sea. Because we all live in New York diversity but we don’t dance as we walk past. And I’ll take the plunge into divers’ city blues. And you’re a sponge but there ain’t no other you’s.
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Wait. Was this an intuition or did you feel it growing? Come away, before you get caught up in a big ambition. Cut it up, cut it up. Maybe the beat will drop, just to keep me guessing. Wait, why are you leaving if you're growing lonely? You said, "the world's gonna end" so I'll be standing here till the end just to see the last sunrise. I'll call my friends, and bring their acquaintances if this is gonna happen tonite. Cut it up on the floor, we'll break it down like never before, now no one's gonna come knocking on this door. We're gonna burn this whole place down, and there's nothing they can do to ever stop it now. Hey, what's the difference in this occupation? Wait, were you getting nervous or just losing patience? It's coming up, come undone. A mixed bag full of our failed luck. Like a composer composing a score too fast just to factor in a little chaos. Well this time, I've given up on giving up on you. And I said, "Oh, all I want, is someone to take me home. And oh, all I need is all my friends". Go shout it! When it all come undone and you know what you've said. But you'll say it again because you can't stop. When the plan falls apart in the palm of your hand, but you'll do it again because you can't stop. When the dreams that you chase, are all such a waste, then you'll chase them again because you can't stop. When you know what you've and you know what you've said. Yeah, you'll do it again. Fuck, you'll do it again. You said, "It's gonna die." So let's kill it in the disco tonite. And if it's one last time, you better wrap it up and hold on tight. Because it's, not gonna be Okay when you wake up in the morning. And this is our last goodbye. Hell, we've given you a warning!
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127 a night for the cigarette sickness and the show time lights. They don't like our snowball fights or our accented pieces of mind. We're tucked away in the room, see the Montreal morning in the afternoon; cuz the headaches and the shakes and the Civic breaks are coming for us way too soon. I'd stay with all of you, it's never enough. But the things we do that float along the avenue are never too much. He's speakin’ Spanish again, turning pretty little phrases in their beautiful heads. But everything but French is dead they said so Andy’s still kissin’ his friends. We come alive in the night, bottles baitin’ hearts into streetlight fights. If they're open then we'll spill by the window sill but the glasses are shattered tonight. I'd stay with all of you, it's never enough. But the things we say that float along the alley way, are never too much.
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Try as I might I can't sleep at night. And you got it, man; I can’t stay awake during the day. Try as I might. To think about all the good things in life when I get to sleep, can't stop the nightmares. They haunt me the next day. I've got a hillside in West Virginia waiting for me to lay my naked body in its grass. I've got a wagon in Oklahoma; at least that's what the Oregon Trail told me; though I never won that game. Try as I might; and I Try With All My Might; can't quiet down the noise; the noise in my head. So I try to write it down; try to get it out. Sometimes it works out ok. Those days I feel pretty great. Daydream bout a big slice of pie from Texas. Dream about the Pacific Northwest; its weather's supposed to be pretty grey. Maybe I could learn to love rain; rains here every other day. I'll buy a pair of rain boots and go outside some day
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The B3nson Recording Company Albany, New York
A grassroots music collective based in Albany, NY.
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