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E Medley
05:05
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Good find fellow seeker of a way to make it slow
Internal clock, points me back, I oppositely walk
And I can’t decide or take a risk, I think too much to try
Your laugh destroys negatives, it clears a shaky voice
I still long to hear that noise
But tonight if I don’t end up on the ground, I’ll be at peace
You spend afternoons clipping the wings off bumblebees
Your walls are so clean,but they still welcome me
An inward facing fearsome beast
Golden soul, come back inside
To fill the hole you left in my
Important roles I play in life
Not so clearly defined
And I know I try, but it’s never really ever enough
And I know you try, but it’s never really ever enough
Cuz the icicle drip cascades down my throat
I learn to keep cold
As soon as that sensation lifts
I forget what I’ve been told
I don’t wanna thaw or forget what I saw
Or drop all over the morning goals
My eyes are still panthers, they’re prowling for answers
Damp opaque identical souls
But your walls are so clean, and they still welcome me
An inward facing fearsome beast
And the world through your eyes is a place I could like
If you’d only let me start with one peek
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2. |
Tempting Wind
04:26
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Tempting wind
You change your clothes
In a rush, then you’re out there door
And I’ve never known you to not be moving or changing
A momentary lapse
You wear so many different faces, perhaps
You’re tryna be the sorter,
Weaving patterns, giving hints
To whittle this down, we’ll figure it out
Heavenly sharp and stiff eye contact, two piercing beams
Tearing me limb from shallow limb
Before I knew it you had gone back, a breeze through some trees
To being someone’s tempting wind
We melted down, coming into what we are now
And for every doubt, there’s a reassurance, unspoken
But the clarity’s intense
I mean have you really been there all this time?
I’m tryna find a reason not to follow, not to fall
Right into your lap, I’ve already collapsed
Heavenly sharp and stiff eye contact, two piercing beams
Tearing me limb from shallow limb
Before I knew it you had gone back, a breeze through some trees
To being someone’s tempting wind
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3. |
Sad Boi Spittle
03:49
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How long have I been wandering
Am I walking straight or curving
And where am I even going
Where am I
If you were my navigator
Then I should’ve asked more questions
I’m always relearning lessons, wondering why
Seeds of woe we accidentally planted
Then took the growth for granted
And before long I was stumbling through the woods
With curses spilling from my mouth
To this day I’m still working my way out
Cuz I never saw it coming
Through cold snaps and bundled blues
It took all of spring just to that everything
Just to talk about picking up roots
Cuz we were rushed, we thought we’d lose our wet ground
So we worked with both our heads down
And before long I was tearing off a jacket made from
Tightly woven weeds
With our old crumbling intentions underneath
Are you still there
Am I still there
Who am I even asking
Who am I
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4. |
A Charm or a Sweet Spell
06:23
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You whisper relief like the resolving of a matter
I find comfort in my want for simple repeating patterns
You illuminate a room by not minding the dark
I forget what fueled such petty living from the start
Cuz I wanna read what you’ve read
Tuck myself into your warm head
Lay under idiosyncrasies
Bask in the breeze of your ponderings
And I wanna share mine as well
Not like a charm or a sweet spell
All of the raw and the vulnerable
Knowledge you may wish returnable
Let’s burn a bowl and talk
Sometimes I let silence last so long
Til I’m somewhere with you
But physical reality snaps back
As I convince you
To let me fly around inside your sky
Sleep in your cloud
To let me feel each inch of skin
I’ve fantasized about
Cuz I wanna be where you’ve been
Introduce you to my best friend
Talk over food just to share one bite
We’re already full from them butterflies
And I wanna sing you this tune
Nervous and clumsy and too soon
Too soon to tell if I’m set in stone
Or if my mouth just looks like a megaphone
To be left alone
See I’m through with playing it cool
And Treating encounters like it’s my first time
I’m no long selling brochures
To match how you see me with how much I might be worth
Cuz that feeling of impending doom
Stares me down each time I try to get laughs from a group
That I’m normally myself around
Is my default portrait some shapeshifting clown
Clown
You illuminate a room by not minding the dark
I forget what fueled such petty living from the start
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5. |
I Want My Records Back
03:50
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Your parting mouth, ever selling
Romantic takes on crude ideas
Impressing suitors, unbeknownst to anyone
Who’d know your true intent
But we still walk within our will
Steadily ascending slower still
Your finger tips created ripples plain along the trail
And we just froze
And when I woke I thought I heard my name through chilling echoes
Don’t be shy about your prowess
Don’t be careless with your pride
I’m a block of clay you’re molding
Oh so business-like
Do you hands betray your process
Are they acting on their own
All these obstacles connect the cracks
In your control
Your wandering eye (I can’t deny your gaze)
Running circles round (or have I tried)
The thoughtless sentiments you spew
And I for one cannot afford to live in my head
Riddled with denial
Until the charm (I just can’t hide away)
Like a pendulum (I just won’t hide)
Swings in front of some weak alibi
So what were we discussing before all your
Blinding questions shook up my mind, our plight
This reality’s controlled by forces making it too bright
You embraced my paranoia
Kept it sheltered, safe, and warm
Til it grew into this ugly and resentful form
Just the fact that I’ve been writing
With your body parts in mind
Only proves the hold you have on me
Distorts with time
The hopeful climb corrupted
By crippling calm reluctance
Every time I kept my jaw clenched
Every instance of restraint
Every subtle sounding sigh that seemed to fuel the taint
Til it came alive around us
Manifesting jagged grey
Almost missed the world unfold
Thinking of what to say
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6. |
Ecstatic Or Upset
06:04
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Some sing in a barrage of vibrant colors
You carefully decide one or the other
Well I mourned for yesterdays
On every other bus ride
And silently preserved a tiny flame
But I breached a million boundaries
Within the framework of my brain
The roles are shifting once again
The scale’s gently rotated
The words were tertiary
The feelings few and far between
We wake and start to live again
We live for what we’re doing
But I can’t drink without a worry
I can’t desert the fact that you’d desert me
But what if that feeling is misplaced
A selfish, bitter taste I should spit out
And sip my glass of you can’t hurt me
The flame’s grown big and gorgeous
But faster than I thought it would
It doesn’t change the beauty in
The contrast we’re embracing
The forest beckons softly
Bereft of ego, only love
I hear it’s branches breathing
The world will live a few more months
Let’s buy a welcome mat for spring to put it’s weight on
We’ll let the healing light walk in
Cuz I wanna tremble for a reason we believe in
Let the warming of our bones begin
But I can’t be swayed from this sold state
An ugly statuette staring into space
The backdrop kinda complements it well
Bursts of anxious impulses in caffeinated swells
Autonomy anonymous
I know that I was made for this
Your majesty, your preciousness
I love you both I do
Golden souls will line the snowy ground
Blinding everything, a path that spins around
And I just want to be your cigarette
To give you what you need, ecstatic or upset
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7. |
Around The Raving Wheel
06:24
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Vermillion skin, souvenir from the green lake
It feels so warm, like I’m still floating there
The song awaits, anxious and skeletal
The bony chords, I play til they are more
The tunnel vision kind of thinking
Hyper focused speck of living’s what I know
But thanks to you it’s what I knew
Cerulean lights, spinning from my clutched hand
I poke my head around the raving wheel
To see the faces of my buzzin best friends
My darkness shrinks, soon it will disappear
The petty thieving, fake pic cheesing
Self loathing with lack of reason’s what I knew
But thanks to you, I think I’m through
I’m through
But all my love is multiplied Every time I think
Even when we’re apart we’re all singing
And my light if magnified, hence the reddened skin
I open up the door, the spirit feline’s coming in
Let’s meet up soon And share some tunes
I’m still at camp, does Saturday work for you?
Awesome, sounds great, I just can’t wait
Just wrote something new that I’m so psyched to show you
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8. |
Ghost Kitty Loves You 2
05:50
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Drawing board, my cyclical lines
They dragged me down, I quickly surmise
But refreshing light, it pours over me
Cuz these savior friends pull me to my feet
With fresh air to breathe
And a clean lense to see with
What a strong and powerful group
Who took me in, if only they knew
How close my name came to getting struck through
If only they knew
I saw that spectral cat there
Through the corner of my eye
Or some force’s peripheral reply
For all my constant questions
I don’t look for answers much
Afraid to find I might be out of touch
With that bright beacon
And how it still beckons that much
That much
Ghost Kitty found me
Ghost kitty showed me
That no one’s above you
Ghost kitty loves you
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The Elm Room Bangor, Maine
Luke Cartwright
Guitar, Bass, Percussion
Josh Van
Santvoord
Guitar, Bass
Cody Allard
Drums, Percussion, Guitar
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