1. |
Empty Chest
02:43
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EMPTY CHEST
God, i tried
to get it right this time
what did i find?
that i don't have the might
the golden gates
with golden steps
that golden feet have caressed
many times i've tried to walk that path
the way to life
away from death
but lost my sight
and lost my breath
i'll press on
with empty eyes and empty chest
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2. |
Broken Smile
03:32
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BROKEN SMILE
so this is living
what would you say?
this place where everyone hopes there's another way
than seek our pleasures
journey through pain
maybe we'll find something to wash away our stain
and with these broken bones rejoice
i can still draw near
with hope that limps and a broken smile
can good still come from this life
so is it working
what would you say?
we put on our mask, live out the perfect charade
to guard the wound and appease the pain
preserved for the lonely spaces between our days
or with these broken bones rejoice
i can still draw near
with hope that limps and a broken smile
can good still come from this life
though i know i'm to be grateful
for the things that knocked me down
i've not been able to shake my aversion
to standing on the ground
and i think i've got the fight
to go another round
but i swear i'd give it up
if i could just hear the sound of your voice
with these broken bones rejoice
i can still draw near
with hope that limps and a broken smile
can good still come from this life
good will still come from this life
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3. |
Living in Country
03:48
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LIVING IN COUNTRY
there was a time where we all were content
living in country
barrels loaded, bellies full, money spent
living in country
neighbors, daily bread
living in country
citizens content
living in country
if context is all we have
how do i walk the path to arrive where you stand
we claim brothers hand in hand
but if needed one will be painted a villain
someone told me that
living in country
wasn’t quite what i thought
and it upset me
in a free open market
how could anyone choose something that causes harm
when society protects
marketing only things that are profitable
stare at the light
til it burns out your eyes
their existence has not aided sight
everything is life or death
living in country
ignoring our neighbors breath
living in country
nothing on my side could be for profit
living in country
We are the altruists i am convinced
living in country
living in country
living in country
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4. |
Find Your Voice
03:43
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FIND YOUR VOICE
life has silenced you in so many ways
you just don't know what to say
and when finally you found your voice
your voice found me
and it took me a moment to remember how to breath
as i searched for the light in your face
and in that moment some things became clear to me
with reminder scars to trace
communication is how we should connect
pending message determines effect
we blow the bellows and the ship will set sail
navigate and impale
and it took me a moment to remember how to breath
as i searched for the light in your face
and in that moment some things became clear to me
with reminder scars to trace
we analyze, but seldom give rightful place
to history that's drawn lines on your face
behind those lines is a road that winds through pain blacked out
to keep from living day to day
remembering
and it took me a moment to remember how to breath
as i searched for the light in your face
and in that moment some things became clear to me
as clear as the lines on your face
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5. |
Thick and Slow
04:25
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THICK AND SLOW
when i was alone
i thought about it
i thought long about it
cause when you're alone you've got time
there time is on your side
at first swallow the pill is bitter
the pill is bitter and you know that pains sure to come
you'll bleed til your hollow
but there's no other way to go
so when you're alone
you should think about it
you should think long about it
or you can ignore your darkening shadow
that's closing all your doors
everyone knows facades run shallow
but make us thick and slow
and i will admit
i'm getting tired of putting on a show
it's ok to be broken
you haven't lost your value
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6. |
Worn
04:05
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WORN
in our ignorance we fail to see
that our sun drenched present becomes yesterday
and the beauty we look past
unacknowledged takes another path
and there is no one to blame
but that is the sorrow we try to avail
running away from the place we failed
and the bittersweet beauty held in your face
it takes me back
to the place that i long for
the place that could have held your healing
and now i long for change that we cannot create
because in our ignorance we fail to see
our beauty is scarred but worn
and the well intentioned speed with which we embrace
has resulted in trajectories
that none can trace
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7. |
Crumpled Love
02:31
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CRUMPLED LOVE
what's the potential loss
hopes, dreams, feigned ability
while below a mass of unfortunates
dream of the things we take for granted
and this crumpled love
worn from being too many times tucked away
the lines are fading
oh mother, i struggle to remember the rhythm
a melody too often unsung
i am pulled and yet crushed
these broken fingers strained
but brothers tell me what have they done
we all miss the perfection of youth
strength of ideals
but we got caught up in life
and somehow forgot how to be our brothers keeper
and this crumpled love
worn from being too many times tucked away
the lines are fading
oh mother, i struggle to remember the rhythm
a melody too often unsung
i am pulled and yet crushed
these broken fingers strained
but brothers tell me what have they done
unfold your crumpled little love
retrace the lines once written there
my brothers I'm broken
my fingers they struggle
please tell me what have we done
oh mother I struggle
my brothers they're broken
someone tell me something can be done
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8. |
I Still Pray
04:54
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I STILL PRAY
breath into silence all the things
i don't have the strength to say
carried in the folds of existence keep walking
but I can't help remembering
my prayers were not enough to pull you out
from the ground where we laid you down
and a thought of it is too many for this finite mind
arms were too heavy to lift an empty burden
but we tried
and tried not to find
the essence of hope that would carry us while remembering
our prayers were not enough to pull you out
from the ground where we laid you down
and if given strength i would rip stars from sky
just to destroy something else
you said seeds can move mountains
so how is it we are left beholding bereft
now our hope's been corrected
but it doesn't feel like i thought it would
and I'm much too practical i confess
but I've gotta do something before this heart splits my chest
from remembering
my prayers were not enough to pull you out
from the ground where we laid you down
and this present space is crushing me in your absence
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9. |
Splintered Eye
04:00
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SPLINTERED EYE
all my kicking, all of my fight
all my days and all of my nights
all my righteousness, all of my light
i cannot get it right
such a thing anyone can create
confusing twisted humble state
i look for eyes but lack the sight
wounded vision, failing flight
it was me or it was you
but from the tear this chaos grew
i fear it's fury exceeds my might
i fear it's darkness will steal my light
such a thing anyone can create
confusing twisted humble state
i look for eyes but lack the sight
wounded vision, failing flight
sometimes the eyes upward can pierce
they can part the atmosphere
but clarity's quick to leave the mind
distraction is an easy find
what gaze can lock sincere
i cannot abate the fear
when all of time has come to pass
the mark was missed, alone at last
all this, all this, all this is showing
my heart, my heart, i keep on throwing
against the wall, into the sky
polluted, splintered, moistened eye
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10. |
The View From Here
04:10
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well the light's are all off
and the people have gone home
and now you're alone at the bar
with a drink in your hand
and no one night stand
wondering who the hell you are
the view from here isn't so clear
with intentions, ideals all but shot
deluded success, well it feels like a mess
when you get there, just what have you got?
so drunken sailors, accountants and tailors
factory man, waiter come on
let's pour one out, without a shout
and whisper a prayer for hope
that we could be a bit less common
less prone to the sins of man
and lighten the load of pains untold
before the world spins around again
so drunken sailors, accountants and tailors
factory man, waiter come on
let's pour one out, without a shout
and whisper a prayer for hope
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The Paper Sound Detroit, Michigan
Indie guitar rock is dead. Long live indie guitar rock.
The Paper Sound hail from the
outskirts of Metro Detroit, playing a brand of guitar-driven indie rock reminiscent of Pedro the Lion or The Weakerthans, with touches of Americana via Neil Young/Richard Buckner, and Nada Surf/Built to Spill power pop.
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