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Sober - Back in Texas
03:34
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Well the people back in Texas
Wonder how I get along
Do they all wear sealskin jackets
Do they smoke their brisket wrong
Well I try to tell em buddy
Don’t take this the wrong way
I’ll take Damariscotta Oysters
Over drive thru Chik Fil A
The people back in Texas
Wonder why did I go
From the sunny skies of Dallas
From training grounds at Lackland
From the humid swamp of Houston
To be buried in the snow
But the people living up here in Maine
Like Merle Haggard and Hank Williams just the same
Ain’t you worried bout moose attacks
Or slippin on the ice
Have the people up there shamed you
Into wearing boots that tie
I still have my ropers
And they’ve always had tread
To be caught with smooth-sole square toes
I’d rather be caught dead
Some have told me that it’s better
To stick around and fight
But it isn’t safe for people
Who check boxes that aren’t right
Good luck to those I left behind
I’m sorry that I’ve flown
But until they welcome everyone
I’ll call the northeast home
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2. |
The Alleviators - Fog
03:40
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You kissed my wounds with salt
Lead me to the moonlit coast
I miss you when you drift
But when you're here I hurt the most
I built a house of sand and glass
But I can't breathe inside
My longing rises with the sun
And is stolen by the tide
And that's just how it goes
You creep in with the dawn
I breathe you in like smoke
Stay as long as you want
As long as you want
I wade among these rocks
And the yearning comes in waves
No message in a bottle
For the words we'll never say
But that's just how it goes
You roll in like the tide
Seep into my bones
Refract all the light
I don't mind the cold
The shadows where I belong
You hold me so close
I know the sun'll burn you off
A veil of dreams
I don't awake
No pain endures
No light escape
But by now I should know
Whenever you linger
That I can't see past my nose
You'll still slip through my fingers, figures
It's just how it goes
And I treat you no better
I hold you so close
Then I seek fairer weather
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Somewhere it’s turning out to be a beautiful day
But here on my parade the rain is forecast to stay
Dark clouds forming
Weather warning on the radio
This is a new low
Watching the well of human kindness as it becomes drier
People still pouring all their faith into a selfish denier
It’s a shower*
Cut the power and end this puppet show
This is a new low
I wish it all would wash down the drain
And we can start all over again
Out there the prospect’s looking grim, it’s still coming down
Waiting for reason to prevail but it’s nowhere to be found
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far across the desert sands
through the dead and barren
lands i ride
on the trail to find the man
who fable claims can bring them
back alive
once we lived in verdance
but our greed became our vice
stripped of our abundance
sold away our paradise
and so i seek the legend
salvation from the skies
if we are all to survive
as if by fortune most divine
i see a shade approaching
dressed in white
then from his mouth, as black as night
"are you prepared to pay the cost -
your life?"
flash of revelation
as i realize the price
fleeting desperation
but ill make the sacrifice
steel my heart for now i know
this fate was meant to be
each to their own destiny
"herald of the golden age
bringer of the saving rains -
hear me!"
the world can be reborn
i will take the wrath
following the thunders path
call me
the seeker of the storm
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every cloud has a silver lining
in the shining string that ties me to you
we can be free without ever escaping
and a brewing storm brings a moment with you
every sunset courts the horizon
and it brings me closer to you
we find release without any freedom
there is a wind that carries us through
we go down to Mordialloc Beach
when the wind is right
we go down to Mordialloc Beach
and we're gonna fly
nothing is truly hopeless unless you let it be hopeless
there are no knots unless you have made them
all you need is patience and virtue
take your time, follow the strand and you will find your way out
find your way to the end safely
every time that I'm losing momentum
and the weight is dragging me down
gather the string and look for a breeze
to lift me away from the black holes inside
we go down to Mordialloc Beach
when the wind is right
we go down to Mordialloc Beach
and we're gonna fly.
we go down to Mordialloc Beach
alright
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you were born a thundercloud
overwrought and overloud
shaking lightning from your hair
gods retreating from your glare
you blew in, a hurricane
tearing off the roof again
the rain stays on the plain in spain
but i'm not spanish, you explain
while washing several scenic hill-based dwellings down the drain
and i am a clear blue sky
bang your hammer on your shield
rainbows on the battlefield
flowers blooming in your wake
heavens crack and windows shake
you said to me: for goodness' sake
i just want a reaction
just a little reaction
just give me anything at all
but i am a clear blue sky
blameless
empty
blameless
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clouds gather far in the horizon
blue turns to grey, grey turns to black
dread in the air for those who do not soil their hand
answer to prayers for those who live off the land
closer now, ever closer, gift from the heavens
weep upon us, dear sky
bring us puddles where the children may play
i'll be gone then, for i am made of clay
and the rain
came pouring down
cool flow against my skin
and the rain
came pouring down
washed away every trace of sin
all things end, and so does rain
clouds are nomads on the prairie of the sky
in the clear you will see someone in my stead
and a painting of a divine arc from violet to red
and the rain
came pouring down
cool flow against my skin
and the rain
came pouring down
washed away every trace of sin
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8. |
Joy Sitler - Parade
02:14
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You call me up and say, “Let’s go for a walk,”
I say, “I dunno, man, can’t we just talk on the phone?
‘Cause I’m scared to leave my house, but I’m also scared to be alone”
And you said, “Joy, there’s not a single cloud in the sky
I think you really need to go outside today
‘Cause we’re all waiting for you, and the weather’s subject to change”
And I said, “Yes I’m sure that the weather’s fine,
But there’s storm clouds forming in the back of my mind
And I’m sure you’re gonna have a beautiful day,
And I don’t wanna be the one to rain on your parade”
And you said, “What’s it gonna take to convince you?”
“I’m fighting demons, I’ve got issues I need to address
Today’s just not the day, ‘cause I’m a nervous wreck”
And you said, “Joy, we gotta get you outta your mind,
‘Cause whatever’s in your head is worse than the weather outside
I swear you’re gonna be fine, just take a look outside, take a look outside”
So I go to my window and peak through the blinds
You’re out on the lawn with my friends in a line
And you’re having a picnic and drinking wine
And finally I know I’m gonna be fine
So I throw on my jacket and step into the light
And I’m met with embraces that grasp so tight
And sunshine completely envelopes me
And I bask in the warmth of your company
And I said, “Yes, I see that the weather is fine,
And the storm clouds forming in the back of my mind
Are gonna have to wait for another day
‘Cause I’m not gonna be the one to rain on my parade”
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Feel the touch of fall upon the breeze
Watch her as she walks among the leaves
October chill is in the air
Watch autumn wind blow through her hair
Cashmere cardigan
I fall in love again
Every time it’s sweater weather
And I don’t mind the sundress times
Summer nights, warmer climes
Come November rain or shine
Nothing else quite so divine
Through the cold you see her smile
At the park in her Fair Isle
Leather patches, heathered sleeves
Just as pretty as you please
Every time it’s sweater weather
Every time it’s sweater weather
(I fall in love again)
Every time it’s sweater weather
(Cashmere cardigan)
Every time it’s sweater weather
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you told me I was dangerous
it still hits me where I live
to tell the truth the harm I do
I'm not sure you should forgive
the future is not limitless
and less so every minute
if the final hand is winding down
then bet that I'm still in it
I've been listening for the wind
And the thunder close behind
Racing through the power lines
Your bluegrey eyes
Like raging skies
Of a storm over the ocean
They took me down
But I won't drown
And what gave you that notion
you told me I was dangerous
and I said maybe so
if you want to quit you should just say it
or where else will we go
I've been listening for the wind
And the thunder close behind
Racing through the power lines
Your bluegrey eyes
Like raging skies
Of a storm over the ocean
They took me down
But I won't drown
And what gave you that notion
The waves crashed down
The crushing sound
Deafened me to senseless
Your bluegrey eyes
Like raging skies
Leaving me defenseless
don't settle
for something
you don't believe
believes in you
I understand
There was nothing else to do
Your bluegrey eyes
Like raging skies
Of a storm over the ocean
They took me down
But I won't drown
And what gave you that notion
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11. |
▷ - Rain
02:42
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[opening]
nothing's better than rain, to me
nothing's ever gonna change my mind
rain is my favourite genre of muuuusic
rain is always on my playyyylist
[pre-drop]
rain outside my window
turn the music down
hear the rain against my
wiiiindow
[drop]
raiiin
rain is music to myy ears
raiiin
rain is all i need to beeeeee
[post-drop]
sometimes i wonder how it all falls to the ground
sometimes i wonder how the storm became my favorite sound
i dont know how
the white noise calms me down
[bleepy outro]
(raiiin)
..(raiiin)
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it's a miracle that I got this far
balancing marbles on a flat top car
there's a fog that never lifts
in a place that always twists
and navigation is impossible
when you live that this
in my pop-pop-popcorn brain
shrouded with thoughts that I can't contain
this showers coming down on us all
and when the rain falls
yeah it starts to pour
there's a paper cup
that you can't fill
that's neither broken, damaged or ill
like walking through treacle in a restless mind
where things are cluttered and hide to find
and escape is impossible
when you live that this
in my pop-pop-popcorn brain
shrouded with thoughts that I can't contain
this showers coming down on us all
and when the rain falls
yeah it starts to pour
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The swelter of the summer in the tropics is a trigger
Depression is a prophecy of something bigger
But no matter what that signaling may claim
Like love and loss the cycle is the same
CH
And so it begins
As the hurricane spins
Raindrops battle for a place to land
The rattling winds
Make the palm trees bend
Then the roaring sea tries to claim the sand
Til the ocean finds it’s only made of little drops of rain again
We made a plan for life to last forever
We’d batten down the hatches in bad weather
But we were just a spark to catalyze
A glimpse of heaven in our children’s eyes
CH
And so it begins
As the hurricane spins
Raindrops battle for a place to land
The rattling winds
Make the palm trees bend
Then the roaring sea tries to claim the sand
Til the ocean finds it’s only made of little drops of rain again
Every sunrise we see
At the edge of this rock
Only flashes for a moment or two
Till it all rolls around
For another chance to renew…
And be born
Like a child in a storm
CH
And so it begins
As the hurricane spins
Raindrops battle for a place to land
The rattling winds
Make the palm trees bend
Then the roaring sea tries to claim the sand
Til the ocean finds it’s only made of little drops of rain again
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Maybe we’re friends, maybe we’re not anymore, I’m not sure where this ends
We’re balancing lives, we barely have time to pretend all this just seems so wrong
And the weather had turned much warmer here
I don’t know how this cold snap froze your heart
Tiny Tears was the song on the radio and the words seemed so right from what I know.
There’ll be a cold, hard blackberry winter
We’re protecting all our vines on the sycamore tree
And at the end of this cold blackberry winter will you still be so frosty with me?
Does this just end? Will it be all temporary or does time do its thing and amend?
The vanishing light is pulling the breath out of me, and it’s like I don’t understand this spring fool fever’s gone. I don’t know how to be, it’s been so long.
Tiny Tears was the song on the radio and the words seemed so right from what I know.
There’ll be a cold, hard blackberry winter
We’re protecting all our vines on the sycamore tree
And at the end of this cold blackberry winter will you still be so frosty with me?
I I I set aside what’s mine. Take what you want you take; the fairy lights, the painted cup, I only
wish I’d just shut up
A cold, hard blackberry winter
We’re protecting all our vines on the sycamore tree
And at the end of this cold blackberry winter will you still be so frosty with me?
There’ll be a cold, hard blackberry winter
We’re protecting all our vines on the sycamore tree
And at the end of this cold blackberry winter will you still be, will you still be with me?
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15. |
Dream Bells - Snowsong
02:48
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(Verse 1)
Do you remember,
In all of the gray,
The scent of the morning
And all the things you didn't say?
(Chorus)
As the snow falls
Can you still see where you are?
As the snow falls
Does the silence warm your heart?
(Verse 2)
Another December
The sky turns to gray
All the hope you kept
It falls just the same...
(Chorus)
As the snow falls
Can you still see where you are?
As the snow falls
Does the silence warm your heart?
(Bridge)
In the fog, do you see
As we fall we're one?
As we fall, do you see
All you are is just a part?
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16. |
Cybronica - Grey Skies
03:48
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It's amazing how the weather
Can turn on just a dime
How blue could stretch forever
Amidst unending shine,
And suddenly a little crack
Echoes in the air
Blue replaced with wispy grays
Laced with gusts of sharp despair
The atmosphere holds me here
A weighted blanket of mist
A storm within my heart begins
And cannot be dismissed
When it holds me in its eye
I glimpse at last, the bluest sky
I laugh and kick my heels with joy
Until the squall knocks me aside
These gray clouds call on me
Im wrapped in their embrace
As raindrops fall on me
Running down my face
In my eyes, I see them fall
In my heart, I feel them all
Heavy clouds that never seem to pass
Soak me to the bone and hold me fast
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Verse One:
I got a little tension released from your reaction
I didn’t mean to meddle or cause any infractions
When the world starts to spin around
I get lost trying not to drown
I don’t want to sink or swim in your rationale
PreChorus One:
It’s no fun being funneled
Spiraling up and down
Rotating, crazy-making
(I) feel dumb as I’m dumbfound
Chorus:
If you’re lost in a big ocean of doubt
Just follow itsty spider up the waterspout
You’ll feel much better up in the clouds
You’re still connected through the waterspout
Verse Two:
You never fail to mention that you were offended
I think I rowed my boat too close and got upended
Sometimes I think you want me dead
I’m in these waters just trying to tread
Too many accusations have just gone undefended
PreChorus Two:
I’m mystified as the mist defies
To fall gently to the ground
I’m hypnotized, can’t believe my eyes
Or this moment that I have found
Chorus:
Bridge:
If you get too cold up in your cumulous cloud
Relax and float down, the water’s warm right now
Chorus:
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he’s peeking through dark curtains getting ready to go
he sees nothing but sunshine outside
but once he steps out, the cold darkness of clouds
chased by a turbulent sky
thunderstorms develop out of nowhere
rain rattles the roof as he drives
almost blind, the wipers falling behind
chased by a turbulent sky
never any colors on the radar
the forecast calls for pleasant and dry
when he’s forced out of hiding the heavens start colliding
no idea why
everyone around begins to scurry about
ducking in doorways and out of sight
he just keeps going in a storm all his own
chased by a turbulent sky
no idea why
chased by a turbulent sky
never any sun or any stars in the night
clouds are always blocking the light
branches sway and leaves start to fly
no idea why
no one seems to realize the reason
for a sudden downpour as he passes by
the streets that he walks are never dry
chased by a turbulent sky
no idea why
chased by a turbulent sky
no idea why
chased by a turbulent sky
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We were weary of the jungle
She moves away to Thunder Bay
I wander in the Arizona desert
So I'm talking to the cacti
I read her text, say ”what the heck”
Tho 30 hours of driving makes my head hurt
I've got a rusty Chevy beater
Balding tires, broken heater
A full tank of gas
And a microwave burrito
North at Oklahoma City
The weather's chilly, starts to sleet
I-35's a skating rink for SUVs
Radio says it should get clearer
Can barely see, low visibility
So many people have slid off of the shoulders
I've got a rusty Chevy beater
Balding tires, broken heater
A full tank of gas
And a Taco Bell burrito
Driving slowly through the sleet and the snow
The whole night
Driving slowly through the sleet and the snow
This old highway's a blanket of white
I'm still driving through the sleet and the snow
And all the people with common sense
Are sleeping
They're sleeping in their beds
CH
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My world was serene
Always bathed in sunshine
I drifted through life
I had nothing but time
But something was wrong
That I couldn't explain
My days were boring
So humdrum, mundane
I needed excitement
To lift my malaise
Escape an existence
Which had become staid
I invited you in
Gave you free rein
To sow your destruction
Across my domain
You were a hurricane
You were a hurricane
You were a hurricane
You were a hurricane
Atmosphere cracked
As you breezed into town
The wind picked up
As the rain hammered down
Buffeted by gales
And waves 'gainst my shore
Wanton destruction
Couldn't be ignored
Ripped slates from the rooves
And broke down fences
Pulled trees from their roots
Smashed through my defences
Your words struck hard
Dripped in disdain
Your treatment of me
Just felt so inhumane
You were a hurricane
You were a hurricane
You were a hurricane
You were a hurricane
(You blew me away)
It's not your fault
And you're not to blame
Cos I should've seen
You're a hurricane
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Verse one
Batten down the hatches in the lower deck
Fasten all of the latches really tight
The storm is brewing and looming,
coming into sight
We’ve gotta save our necks
PC
Save yourself first
If you can save anyone
Chorus
Take my hand
Psychotic little cyclone
Kiss the ground and take me away
I’m in awe of your Oz
You’ve spun me ‘round all morning
You left me ‘lone
But you rocked me all night
Verse Two
Look around for anyone and everyone
We’ve gotta react as fast as we can
Look through the ruins of the village
that was here last night
And be prepared to run
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I am sensitive to initial conditions
I've got a blank space
And I'll write your name
The forecast's looking good
Let's ride with the top down
With your hand in mine we face the
IF IS THEN
Of this strange attraction that I am determined to
Repeat Repeat Repeat
I am sensitive to initial conditions
I've cut a blank cheque
And I'll write your name
The forecast says it's freezing
Let's hide in this bunker
With you by my side we face the
IF IS THEN
Of this strange attraction that I am determined to
Repeat Repeat Repeat
I am sensitive to initial conditions
I've cut a decimal
And I'm taking aim
The forecast's in a mood
Let's glide on the current
With your wing by mine we face the
IF IS THEN
Of this strange attraction that I am determined to
Repeat Repeat Repeat
I am sensitive to initial conditions
I've cut a decimal
Now nothing is the same
The forecast's on the wing
A flood of numbers float away into the
IF IS THEN
Of this strange attraction that I am determined to
Repeat Repeat Repeat
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23. |
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Verse 1
In the silence of our room, where laughter used to bloom,
The frost crept in, unseen, through the cracks beneath our feet.
Whispers turned to echoes, in the halls of our demise,
Where warmth once danced, now only cold replies.
Chorus
Frostbitten hearts, in the winter of our love,
Lost in the chill, where did the warmth go?
Fading sparks, under the pale moon above,
Frostbitten hearts, in the silence of the snow.
Verse 2
Memories like autumn, swiftly swept away,
Leaves that turned from gold to gray, in the light of day.
Our breaths became a mist, our words the icy air,
The distance grew between us, a chasm of despair.
Chorus
Frostbitten hearts, in the winter of our love,
Caught in the freeze, where did the flames go?
Fading sparks, beneath the starless sky above,
Frostbitten hearts, lost in the endless snow.
Bridge
But in the deepest freeze, beneath the ice and ache,
Lies the spring awaiting, for the thaw to take.
Can we melt these walls, let the rivers flow,
Find the warmth within us, let our hearts regrow?
Chorus
Frostbitten hearts, in the winter of our love,
Searching the cold, for a spark to reignite.
Fading sparks, longing for the sun above,
Frostbitten hearts, yearning for the light.
Outro
As the seasons turn, may we find our spring,
Where frostbitten hearts can heal, and love can sing.
In the warmth of our embrace, let the thaw begin,
Frostbitten hearts, finding warmth within.
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24. |
SunLite - Glass House
03:48
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Clouds inside her mind send lighting to her eyes
I’ve watched a hundred times and know her warning signs
Satan’s on her shoulder and tells her what I told her
Are foggy fabrications creeping slow like vines
Verse 2:
It’s a wild fire, and I tire
From running through the smoke
There’re words I’m trying to choke out here
Through muck and mire, could have inspired
But it’s blowing away, in this darkening gray
Chorus A:
If we… say something better
Than maybe we can weather this
Thought we were tethered
But it seems you’d rather sever it
Thought we were clever, can’t believe we were just fettered
To an idea, somehow, that we could be together
Chorus B:
And it all just falls
Like the rain clouds ball, when they feel heavy
Then thunder calls
Shaking down the walls (of our glass house)
Verse 3:
Flames are still ablaze, and we’re
Trapped inside a haze
Blinded by the rage as darkness swirls ahead
As twilight moves to daybreak
I start to sense the earthquake
The morning sky is ominus with shades of red
Verse 4:
It’s nothing new but you’re like a haboob
You kick up all the dust and force what shines to rust
Sweet morning dew could not renew
What’s cracked beyond repair and thrown up in the air
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Thunder
Starts to blacken the skies
You don’t see it
Well, that’s no surprise
The rain falls down but you stay dry
‘Cause where you are sun fills the sky
Chorus:
Wish you were here where skies aren’t clear in
(The weather inside my head)
Rain fall down, I just might drown from
(The weather inside my head)
Sometimes
The clouds roll away
But the low-pressure system will not stay
You’re just a cloud - my brain’s triage
All my clear days just a mirage
Chorus:
Our atmospheres are not in sync
(The weather inside my head)
My thoughts are not quite what you think
(The weather inside my head)
Bridge:
I used to run around
I could always stay out no matter the weather outside
I never got sick
Outside was blustery, inside I stayed warm and dry
But now I’m so cold
I need a coat, a scarf and my pills to survive
Was it because of you?
Or is it just a condition to being alive?
Raining
Does it ever cease?
Can you see it?
What provides a release?
Umbrellas do not work in here
When outside me the skies are clear
Chorus:
Will you stay blow the storms away
(The weather inside my head)
Or will it storm for another day
(The weather inside my head)
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In the morning
The clouds were high & white
We were heading for a fight
You were standing, justified, you had your reasons
And I had mine
At the party
The sky was low & gray
As you tried to walk away
I was begging you to stay, you called it treason
What could I say
After midnight
Sky the deepest shade of blue
Looking for one damn thing that's true
You said you could see through me like a vision
You said you knew
That there were omens, there were signs
In the thunderheads, in the cumuli
You said that the sky could tell
Why you and I never quite fell
In love the way we should
And whether
This old weather
Will ever blow something good
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Woke up in the morning
In a stimulated mood
What I felt beneath the covers
Was some diamond-chipping wood
I am not the kind who dwells upon
the things I can’t explain
All I know is that that morning it was raining
The next few days were sunny
With my venom levels low
Had a fling, but didn’t finish
Felt diminished down below
For a time, my only lover was despair
Until one day, the clouds returned
And I became aware
The ozone breeze
My weakened knees, baby
Muscles seized, baby
And when the first few drops
Splashed against the window
My sole priority
Was finding my crescendo
Oh,
Curse this hurricane between my legs
Lay in bed and feel the drumming
Coming from the rain
And when the first few drops
Splash against the pavement
I lock myself inside and wonder where the day went
Oh,
Curse this thunder rolling through my veins
Can’t control the inner churning
Pouring down for days
Oh,
I have to lock myself away
Cage this passion-addled atmospheric
Discharge from the rain
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28. |
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I watched Jackie Walorski’s funeral procession drive past my school
It was bright and cool
Hundreds of friends and families and police and supporters and a hearse
There was a dry, windy desert in my heart
There was nothing in hers
My mother taught me to bank on your tormentors dying
And then life will be fine
But when Tucker and Donald and his stupid kids are all gone
The gutters are gonna swell over
With cheap hangers-on
I keep trying to write songs about how beautiful and good and dignified
All people are inside
And end up writing about you saying you’d slam your car into a pole and we’d be all right
There’s no weather down in a coal mine
So there’s nothing in your heart
It’s an impact winter in mine
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“The wind was always blowing
and the sand got in my eyes”
He would say that was the reason
that he cried
It wasn’t from the IEDs
or seeing friends go home
with pieces missing, or in body bags
It was the sand
the wind and sand
The desert storm which blew
all of his friends away
It was the sand, the wind and sand
The desert storm which blew
His friends away
~~~
“The wind is always blowing
Full of grit and stench and flies
He would say from in his box
on the street
“And nobody can see me now
I’m always here alone
If I go missing, nobody would cry
I’ll be like sand, like wind blown sand
the desert storm still blows all of my life away
I’ll be like sand, like wind blown sand
The desert storm still blows
My life away
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Last night I thought of what I’d say to you
Dazzle you with tales of saturnalia
but when I saw you in the park reading Hemingway
I lost track of the things I wanted to say
I studied nephology to show you the sky
Memorized your favorite poems line by line
Started daydreaming, picturing you laughing
all I could say is “nice weather we’re having”
I wanted to tell you how I feel for you
then the words go, and the words go, and the words go
and I talk about the weather
You told me your dreams of being an author
How your life changed when you lost your father
When you wanted to know what I care about
It felt like a drought had formed in my mouth
I studied the birds to show you on walks
I planned out jokes, all the little talks
You bared your soul to me; I was unprepared
All I could say was, “boy, it’s hot out there”
I wanted to tell you how I feel for you
then the words go, and the words go, and the words go
and I talk about the weather
Barometric pressure, cumulus clouds
Sudden sunshower, what’s that all about
Ball lightning, rainbows, hail
Talking to you, all the words fail
Climate change bringing heat waves
Have you ever been in an earthquake
Monsoons and acid rain
Thinking of you, words get in the way
I wanted to tell you how I feel for you
then the words go, and the words go, and the words go
and I talk about the weather
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I'm listening to the rain
'Cause I know you're gone again
And I'm wonderin' if this time it's for good
I can hear the mournful sound
Of the sky come tumbling down
And I wonder if I ever understood
When I first met you
The skies were always blue
But recently something has changed
'Cause the skies are always gray
And you're always goin' away
And I'm left here just standin' in the rain
-- CHORUS --
All I can feel is the pain
And I know just what I am missin'
All I can do is stand and listen
While I'm standin' in the rain
To the falling of the rain
I know if you'd been true
I would never be so blue
I can only hope you feel the same
Maybe someday, somehow
I'll find the light beyond the clouds
But right now I'm just standin' in the rain
-- CHORUS (x2) --
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32. |
Falcon Artist - The Sun
05:00
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Chorus
Am Now on my little island the sun appears C.
Am Maybe two to three weeks of the year. G
Am So, when the sun comes everybody has fun C
Am Because the rain, the sleet, the wind and snow have disappeared. G
Am I know some people cannot stand the sun C
Am and some people will stay in the shade until it is gone. G
Am But not all people are made the same C,
Am and some people prefer the snow and the rain G
Am But for me I like it hot not cold C
Am ,and people will say that I am old G
Am So most years there is a plan C
Am to go away to a hot country to get a tan G
Am ,so they board the plane
With there suitcase in the hands C
Am, and they think about their plans G
C Bridge The country I live in is cold G
C so I need to get on a plane to get some sun G
Am and visit a country and have some fun D
Chorus
Am Now some people will pay a lot of money to get some sun, C
and the country where I live in
Am And where I come from,
the sun only comes once a year C
and the people are saving up to get some sun C
Am but most of them find the cost to dear G
Am I think every country should be the same C
Am they should have wind snow and rain, C
Am now it down to mother nature you see C
Am that my little island only gets a small bit of vitamin D G
Hip, hip hurray! Am
Here comes the sun C
But it is not for everyone G
Oh the sun Am
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33. |
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[INTRO]
paper plane aboutta burst into flames
sunny days
paper planes abouta burst into flames
devils weather
{its a little bit hot isn-}
on a plane
paper planes abouta burst into flames
made of paper
{on a plane thats made of pa-}
heaat.
burning paper.
heaat.
burning-
[DROP]
(heat. heat. heat. heat.)
[steven]
{i dont know how to express that i feel hot,
i spose that i could just say that im hot, but what i got
is a fan pointed at me slightly too far away from me
not quite in a good spot.
could be worse, could be hotter, wish it wasnt but theres a good breeze outside
and its not as hot as it was if it was hotter, i would drink water, now-
i wouldnt say im insane, riding on a paper plane,
where the plane is made of paper and im on it-
im only a little bit insane, just enough where my brain
can make a dubstep track about paper planes
zoned out on a crane thinking about paper planes and paper cranes
blame my craziness on the heatwave.}
[DROP]
(heat. heat. heat. heat.)
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34. |
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(Honey guess who I bumped into at Valley Motors?)
Jes’ca?
(No, not her. Juan!)
Which Juan? I know a lot of Juans!
(Why don’t you try to guess which Juan?)
Cause that’ll take forever?
(Nahh, you could make a song out of it…)
Well that sounds kinda fun!
(Okay!)
Is it Juan Melendez? (no)
Or Juan Hernandez? (no)
Or Juan Rodrigeuz? (no)
Or Juan Martinez? (no)
Or Juan Garcia? (no)
Or Juan Cabrera? (no)
Or Juan Johnson? (no)
Or Juan Motley? (no)
Is it Juan Yamamoto? (not that Juan!)
Or is it Juan Sangoyomi? (not that Juan!)
How many Juans, How many Juans,
How many Juans do we know?
(ooooh yeah, you play that banjo!)
( ah yeah, listen to that mandolin pickin!)
Juan who lives with Don? (not that Juan!)
Juan Quan from Taiwan (not that Juan!)
Juan who married Rhonda? (not that Juan)
The Mexican Juan? (no, that's John!)
Juan who mows the lawn? (not that Juan)
The Juan at Cash Pawn? (not that Juan)
Juan from Cinnabon? (not that Juan?)
The Juan on Channel One (yeah, that's the Juan!)
It’s that Juan on Channel One
He does the weather better than anyone
You'll see him every morning if your TV's on
It’s that Juan, that's the Juan!
It’s that Juan on Channel One
He does the weather better than anyone
You'll see him every morning if your TV's on
It’s that Juan, that's the Juan!
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35. |
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The night is coming and the rain is pouring
I'm in my bed and should be snoring
I laid down but the weather's still storming
While the mobs are outside and swarming
You don't have a bed and you won't go offline
While I just want a little sunshine
You're making my time here pretty bleak
If it's got to rain it might as well be blood
Lack of sleep has driven me to it
Here soon there's going to be a red flood
A lightening strike has sparked this rage
When this ends you'll die in a puddle of mud
I could be stuck in a hole, nowhere to go
Hoping to see another rainbow
I beg and plead but you say you're too busy
It's rained so long my hair is getting frizzy
All I need in this world is a little sleep
I've already counted all my sheep
You're making my time here pretty bleak
If it's got to rain it might as well be blood
Lack of sleep has driven me to it
Here soon there's going to be a red flood
A lightening strike has sparked this rage
When this ends you'll die in a puddle of mud
Drowned are coming up on the beach
I can hear the phantoms screech
Stop what your doing and pray
I got riptide heading your way
*evil laughl*
If you like monsters I'll give you one...
You're making my time here pretty bleak
If it's got to rain it might as well be blood
Lack of sleep has driven me to it
Here soon there's going to be a red flood
A lightening strike has sparked this rage
When this ends you'll die in a puddle of mud
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