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Treat Me Well
04:02
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All this time I’ve spent behind the curtain hiding from your splendor
Sleeping with an open eye in case I heard you say my name
What kind of game, do I like to claim I’m down to play?
I saw you smoking grass, so I got underneath the old tree, so to speak
Forgot what I hung and left to dry, but it didn’t matter, anyway
It’s safe to say…it’ll have to wait for one more day
To try my imaginary words on you
They sound good to me but I got no clue
If they’ll make you want to sing to me too
Yeah… I saw that other dude, and yeah…he knew when the time was right to move
But he could learn a thing or two, bout sitting back and riding on the wave
So you say…if I wait too long I’ll lose the game?
It’s hard to graft a smile on if I need a thousand watts to light my face
Should I even bother if my eyes are gonna look away?
It’s gonna have to wait for one more day
To try my imaginary words on you
They sound good to me but I got no clue
If they’ll make you want to sing to me too
I’ll sit there for an hour
Shaking like a man caught in the rain
I see that you are glowing, may I be your shadow for today?
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2. |
No More Flies
03:38
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I wanna wake up to a mockingbird
Morning sun, lumber rumbling by the ton
I wanna smoke my morning flower
And have a laugh over my cup
I’ll work my hands to death again
To kiss you in the garden
I’ll cede to say a prayer again:
First, I’d love to see the Milky Way up high
Some ways north of Telluride
Alone, before the sun begins to shine
I’ve dreams like any other
Of endless summertime
Extending through November
And plans to prove I’m right
I wanna sleep now beneath a Sycamore
With no more flies buzzing ‘round my head
I want a rainbow on my shoulder
Cuz by then, the storm will be over
Need to understand that we’ve got years to pack our bags and leave
Our footprints only for a week
Before another night of wind and rain
Changes yet again the game
You know the rules, but not the way
I’ve dreams like any other
Of endless summertime
Extending through November
And plans to prove I’m right
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3. |
Hazy Beacon
04:21
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Dreamin’ up the sun
Wake up boy, there’s much to do
There’s no need to run
But please feel free if it gets you through
The day
It could be a bad dream, but I think I care
Gotta roll over sideways, take a walk upstairs
Gotta pick the right God, gotta move along
I said I’d stick it out alone
Till my company became real thin
And it’s a pleasure still to burn
Cuz I still don’t think I’m used to it
It could be a bad dream, but I think I care
Gotta roll over sideways, take a walk upstairs
Gotta forget what seems wrong, gotta move along
I’ll watch my back, till I got a ticket to move back
I’ll get her name, when I see her standing in the rain
I’ll walk ten miles, from in the red October sun
On the chance it will become a hazy beacon from the rain I was warned I’d overcome
It could be a bad dream, but I think I care
Gotta roll over sideways, take a walk upstairs
Gotta forget what seems wrong, gotta move along
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Grasseater [草食(系)男子]
04:44
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I’ve watched pictures of dreams unfold on screens in the palm of my hand
While still sleeping on the floor
I’ve decided my genes aren’t fit to be seen by another grammar school
So I’ve taken it upon myself to only love the mirror and the wind
And I’d love to stay this way
I could run off any day
But don’t, I could never ask for more, it shall come to pass in the morning
I woke up in a field and turned my head to see her sitting alone
Wavering in the breeze
I took hold of her hand, against my better judgment, am I dreaming?
No, the air smells fresher here, and she leads me through a thousand breaths
And I’d love to stay this way
I could run off any day
But don’t, I could never ask for more, it shall come to pass in the morning
On our 40th night, I turned out the light, and whispered in the dark
“I wonder who we are”
Without an idea, we held ourselves close and I saw her eyes
She’s real, but then I opened mine
And I’ll be damned if I can find another one
And I’d love to stay this way
I could run off any day
But don’t, I could never ask for more, it shall come to pass in the morning
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5. |
Keep it Stored
04:45
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I recall moments as clear as the morning sky
Painted with colors forged gently from favorite dyes
I tried
To love
To waste
To feel
To taste
Honey dripping from the sun each languid afternoon I drowned in haste.
It’s especially sinful to open your mouth and cry
“they hurt me”
When it’s only reflexive, defensive against all of your lies
So sly
Good times
The days
Long past
Erased
But not as much as you’d like believe
Keep it stored away
Oh my
She’s right
I lost
The fight
The dyes now are turning blue
As years pass they’ll want to do
But rosy are the days we chose to wake
And rise from a dream in which we parted ways
Keep it stored away
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6. |
Dizzy
03:30
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Hold me, I’m tired, and I don’t remember why
I tried to keep up without knowing how to drive
Years spent all dizzy, on the hillside, how they glowed
After rain, after spirits, in the summer, in the snow
You know you don’t have to be crazy
You know you don’t have to be right
You know you’ll be damned, so keep your feet in the sand
And be cool
Two thousand hours spent on women held up high
It took that time to realize, I’m better off with a dog by my side
Somewhere in the Berkshires, where the frost bites to wake you up
A reminder from the heavens, from the Earth that I’m her son
And you know you don’t have to be crazy
You know you don’t have to be right
You know you’ll be damned, so keep your feet in the sand
And be cool
Ignore all the molds you’ve got to be
They’ll shed themselves and fly with the wind
To the sea
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7. |
Obscure the Sun
06:14
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Have you watched the lights
Long enough, to see which whey they run?
Do you believe night
Was only chanced upon, or is someone bringing it on?
Is he an angry God, or a stag made out of stars?
Do you hope for warmer nights?
Is there something past the fight?
Is it warm and is it right?
Only bright as what you do for love
Without a thought for blinking judgment above
To prove it, I’ll obscure the sun
Who would build a mirror
To scrape the sky? …Vain and hungry eyes
Concrete creeks to ride
Rusted skeletons, where did they hide their sails?
How can we understand their paint, still peeling from walls?
Did they love or did they fray?
Reflect upon their passing days?
Or did they run and hide away?
Only bright as what they do for love
Without a thought for blinking judgment above
Wicked days find a way
I don’t want to slip away…but shall someday
I don’t want to sell my soul…for good or gold
Only bright as what they do for love
Without a thought…above
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8. |
Free and Bittersweet
05:11
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I woke up
The dream was never good but it was something that would hold my hand
I looked out
For a few too many months, for a river I could float on and could trust
(through my life)
Now I feel like I’m smiling like a fool
But free
We smoked butts
And drank because we could inside of catacombs built just for childhood
If you let them be
Now we fly
Like birds inside, encased in oil, tethered to one corner of the sky
The wind blows so high
Now I find myself smiling like a fool
But free
I don’t know
If I could possibly believe all the words that I’ve received that I’ve done good
When I’m not there
And I’ve got plans
I’ll have to build some legs to stand on, suck it up and beat my hands till I get there
And now I find myself smiling like a fool
But free
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9. |
Calmest Headrush
05:30
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I’ve got motion sickness, I’m living in the now
I’ve got a fear of mirrors, I’m followed by a hollow sound
I hear it all around
People cursing neighbors till their sleeping breaths
But I never feel so high and mighty once I look down to see how I’m dressed
I’m feeling underwater
I know I’ve wasted time
I’d have solace if I’d chased a million
But that all takes place in my mind
I’ve got songs that reach around the stars I’ve wished on
I’ve had no regrets towards sitting and writing them down
Sometimes I’d wonder how they’d sound
To a stranger with an ear for his own footsteps on the ground
All the other voices have their place, but won’t be found
I’m feeling underwater
I know I’ve wasted time
But if I talked what fool would listen?
Someone on a trip as big as mine
I would love to curl up in a perfect knot
I would love to close my eyes and swim about
In an ocean all mapped out
Where I’ll stash my love under a sacred reef
The calmest headrush lulls me back to sleep
I’m feeling underwater
I know I’ve wasted time
But if I talked what fool would listen?
Someone on a trip as big as mine
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10. |
Hush Kid
08:37
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I don’t need to pretend that I know what would pass by
And I could settle for a passing glance unto your eyes
Waxing and shining
I think that what I’d wished for is waiting
Or just layin’ in the summer breeze
I’d pitch sails if I pleased
Flailing underwater staring up onto the sun
Watching all the birds fly underneath its wasted arms
I could call out “Look at what your hearts are still denying!”
Sighing, I resigned myself to dreams
Scripted but 3D
Far too often, I have found I tire from my thoughts
And memory serves just enough to relive what I’m not
But I’d put money on a chance that I would toss
Heads up on the right side with your name
On the tip of my lips
Whether we grasp a lifetime or just settle to waste an hour
It’d be best if we could slip away from the white noise of the crowd
And try to write a verse under the moon
It could only be as beautiful as you
…I will shut my mouth….
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Humble Digs Massachusetts
Songs flowing out of my head, please send help at humbledigsband@gmail.com
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