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Annabelle Believe
04:39
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Uncertain hour
I’ll be on that plane
You learn something true every day
Like tomorrows cannot change
And you only leave in name
But diaries in a dead man’s hand remain
Now, I’m wondering how you’re listening
Annabelle Believe
I promise that you’ll hear me either way
or seem to suffer through it every day
When your head is clear blue sky
and your conscience empty, I might fill your
thoughts with recollections after life
Now, I’m wondering how you’re listening
Annabelle Believe
Old gentlemen read the minds of the dead
and try to tell their children what was said
No guarantees…
Some waiting…
in plans like these
Now, I’m wondering how you’re listening
Annabelle Believe
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2. |
In This Town
03:52
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Oh I’ve seen the best of you and I’ve lived the worst,
in this town, sleight of hand to the head of the heart to the soul
I think through tangled times on my r 6 5
Racing thoughts and thinking bout the ways you survived
And I…. Can’t get out of this town
And I… Can’t get out of this time
And I’m telling, telling lies - I’ll be fine
I’m just losing my mind
In this town I’m running circles with no ending line. I’m not fine
I’m just losing my mind
In this town I feel the walls coming down
In this town I can’t get away
In this town The rubbles piling up, I’m pinned to the floor
I call out and hear friends whispers louder than before
In this town...
I can’t tell the east from the west, sky is dark
I’m not from the midwest.
Did I forget, did I ignore, did I experience it yet
I’m on my own but not alone
in this town
I feel the blame and I push it away
In this town, Need an exit there’s no way I can stay
Hey kids It’s not your fault, we’ll find our way
In this town
Oh, In this town
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Twin Ghosts
04:20
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Twin ghosts float into the old haunt
Almost forget what they are
One toasts to “days, negatively numbered”
One groans and says “this joke’s gone too far”
“If you’re finished, we should fly
into the sky beyond this sky”
Let the novice novelists tell the same tales
Tapping out new lives, a line at a time
Repeat the same old scene
Delete the old details
Purely puerile in their prime
(We were pretty primitive in our prime)
Across the deepest night, the frozen forever
Two visions from the vast appear in your second sight
But you know those stars
They burned out so long ago
And what you’re seeing now
is only their dying light
It’s no longer what they are
Only apparitions of ancient stars
Twin echoes from afar
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Nameless Station
05:11
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In any state you catch the signal
Not every station has a name
Four letter words, forgotten people
All kinds of static sound the same
Somehow you mesmerize
Am I the first to find you?
Your silver tide, am I the first to hear it roar?
Some nameless station playing on a distant radio
God gave the grain, you made the furrow
when drunken seasons felt no pain
Now all you watch are shadows shifting
and think that every cloud is rain
But there’s some silver tide
when nothing else will notice you
It sympathizes when you’re lost and lonely
So hypnotizing
Nameless station, distant radio
oh oh oh
That silver tide of static
Come and smother you
Some dead horizon livened
Love to love you
Some wave arriving
Nameless station, distant radio
oh oh oh
Sometimes I scan the sky from yon to hither
At times I turn that dial from post to pillar
In search of silver tide
No signal, dead horizon
Some static station playing, lost and lonely
Late arriving
Nameless station distant radio
oh no
Silver tide, am I the first to find you?
Phantom signal singing, lost and lonely
Some nameless station playing on the distant radio
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5. |
Tornado
05:26
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Easy targets on an open plain
Certain shelter, just a fantasy
they plan to see when rumblings rise again
Latest losers in this twisted game
Some are sirens always scolding me
My friends, my foes, my family sound the same
A surly circle in a surreal sky
Ever-present, primal memory
Too primitive to even wonder why
first impression’s hardest to reframe
Every drop an opportunity
to make a mess but who should take the blame?
Do you make up your mind
or do you spin down into the battle blind?
Is any time the right time
to tear through a standard paradigm?
You get so good at the grind
Watching walls let go of their ceilings
In the realm of the reeling
Tornado
Where will you go?
Power withers from the broken wires
Thought I heard your thunder next to me
And next thing you were hurtling through the sky
Frayed confetti falling down like rain
What the hunter hits is history
but when you miss, a mystery remains
Fortunes flatten real fast
Golden futures fold in the face of wrath
Chaos carves its own path
Maybe nothing much here is meant to last
Shelters shatter, you know
Shards of sky crash down through the ceiling
You make it up as you go
Tornado
Where will you go?
Futures fade away fast
Gilded fortunes wilt in a wave of wrath
Chaos carves a new path
Maybe nothing much here is meant to last
Shelter shatters, you know
Chards of sky cry down through the ceiling
You tear it down as you go
Tornado
Where will you go?
Don’t you even know?
Where will you go?
Oh do you even know?
Where will you go?
Don’t you even know?
Where will you go?
Oh do you really know?
Can’t shake that old feeling
of the process repeating
Not hard to believe it
Just a process repeating
Why surprise?
Plow right through this paradise
No surprise
You poison this paradise
Where will you go?
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6. |
Heads Not Shaken
04:25
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Heads Not Shaken
Headstrong and with will
Anxious hearts awaken
A deep shame from within
Caught in the blinders
Resistance wearing thin
Visions of departure
Down the pills or off the bridge
For want of what’s left of your love
For love of what’s left you can’t see
Gilded by voices encouraging bliss and a moment of quiet
Forget all of this
You say I can’t understand, you say that it is
It always is
It always is
It always is…..
The manic ranting that goes on and on
Waiting for signs to come down
Cycles lead to the same old scene
A wasted weary world spiraling as you drown
Addicts stuck in attics
Cobwebs, dust and old
pictures, boxes, letters
Shivers in desperate cold
For want of what’s left of your love
For love of what’s left you can’t be
Hitting your head, scratching the walls, under your skin
The body takes over life
Things I can’t understand, you say that it is
It always is
It always is
It always is….. After all…
There’s an ache inside
As fights break emotions wide
But love makes things subside
Love helps things subside
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7. |
Wounded Whippoorwills
06:51
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Frozen in time
Frozen in old memories
Fixed firm in the back of your mind
You keep a statue of me
But time is a chisel
You know it never stops shaping
How did we become so brittle?
Seems like we’re never not breaking
Once we were friends
When did that end?
When does a moment turn to memory?
Me and you, out of tune
like two wounded whippoorwills
Silent torrents can torment you, still
Weren’t you my friend?
When did that end?
Time turns
The moments burn to memory
Word on the street
Mysteries, riddles, and rumors
When did we just become
each other’s random content consumers?
Were our joint fantasies
maybe just double delusions?
Triple A Triptik trippin’
An atlas of counter conclusions
Me and you, out of tune
like two wounded whippoorwills
Faded friendship can follow you, still
You were my friend
Guess I missed the end
Time burns
A moment turns to memory
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8. |
Mine
05:15
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It could take a century to find
the time to sort through all the wishes
You always leave a few behind
the battlelines of generations
An empty hill holds up this town
The dirt beneath the dream retreats as
we sleep tight
We’re sinking as we sleep tight
But who abandoned the mine?
Abandoned the mine
You always leave a few behind
Unknown and undefined
Mine…
We sink into the mountainside
This hollow body, hidden bones
The ancient miners braved advantage
to tunnel down and claim their own
We sleep tight
You leave a few behind
Will you abandon the mine?
Abandon the mine
You always leave a few behind
Unknown and undermined
Miners tunneled deep inside
and gave their lives, lost unto mine
Boney tombs and rotten columns
The streets above cave in tonight
Now I am tunneled deep inside
Who gave their life, take over mine
This town will tumble, face forgotten
Belle Vernon caving in tonight
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Nameless Station Seattle, Washington
On their debut LP as Nameless Station, Jeffcoat and Husenits revisit and expand on unfinished song fragments originally conceived 25 years earlier. Faint signals from an otherworldly past take on layers of future mystery to create this entirely new transmission of spellbinding frequencies. ... more
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