1. |
He Goes, Down The River
02:28
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Me and my friends got many things,
In our attempt to make it to-
The river of which we were told,
Ran true and blue,
Strong and cold.
Late at night a man revisits-
A not-so-distant past,
But views it,
Through a mask he made long ago,
Before he was ever told to go
The difference was clear between,
Who he was, where he was,
And how he was late at night,
When music and,
Thoughts would fight..
He goes.
The sun sets,
And it'll be all good.
The moon rises,
And I'll drift away.
Spring returns,
granting life I used to know.
Pretending Iris',
Grew where I planted weeds to grow.
The sun sets,
And it'll be all good.
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2. |
Little Estuary
04:35
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I slip below canopies,
Clean and green,
Where the suns unseen.
I flow steady throughout all my daze,
Fumbling through the mountain maze,
To the sea.
Her eyes get low,
And swell into thee.
Echos rise and flutter,
Melting the sun like butter.
But the moon comes soon,
with no surprise,
A new tune plays
And stirs her tides.
I, a river.
She, the sea.
Together we might make
A little Estuary.
She's the tide and ocean deep,
Blind to weep,
A good harvest she'll reap.
The crash she makes on sand bar shores,
Are for finding places never seen before this day,
If I get lucky,
She'll come back this way.
Salty and blue strong and true
Tainted with a greenish hue,
She's never known.
Into the cove we'll go for shade,
From that sun that's
So overplayed
I, a river.
She, the sea.
Together we could make
A little Estuary.
It's the salt in the sea,
That always reminds me,
Of where I'll one day be.
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3. |
Twisted With The Daisies
02:25
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Summer you had me,
Looking for the chorus,
Tired and burnt out from loved ones who ignored us,
And the ones who adore us,
Find me a pasture,
A green place to run away.
But I think you'll notice,
That when you think about me,
You'll come to realize I was someone,
Someone you'd talk to,
Mad or happy,
Twisted With The Daisies,
Not far off the river running thin.
Winter you found me,
Dancing in a forest,
With loved ones who'll always come before us,
And some who'll restore us,
Back to the person we were,
Back in the day.
But I think you'll notice,
That when you think about me,
You'll come to realize I was someone,
Someone you'd talk to,
Mad or happy,
Twisted With The Daisies,
Not far off the river runnin
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4. |
At The Sea
03:56
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Marooned At The Sea,
Finding myself harder to be,
The moon ducks behind,
The great wave of time
Hallucinations haunt my skiff,
Frightening my pour soul stiff.
And if I catch her my way,
Floating an area of grey..
Sounds of whitecaps guide me,
To beautiful faces that I can't see.
The broken whistles that I find,
Have proven worthy every time.
From my life, I wish to run,
I'll ride this wave into the sun.
But this skiff has proven weary
A heart like this needs a ferry.
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5. |
A Storm To Carry Me Home
04:12
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Found myself lost at sea,
Endlessly searching for a place,
To burry my bone.
Thought I found it with her,
But she was only daydreaming
Of another like me and,
A storm to carry me home.
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6. |
Blowin' In The Wind
02:49
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First you were young,
Then you grew older...
Yes you did,
Like snapdragons,
Blowin', blowin' in the wind.
First you were young,
Then you grew older...
Yes you did,
Like snapdragons,
Blowin', blowin', blowin' in the wind.
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7. |
Billows
04:54
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You think you're lost at sea,
But the sounds and imagery,
Reveal a compromise.
The wind comes knocking at your door,
Like the ocean meeting shore,
Like pink painting skies.
Oh pink painting skies,
Oh the look is in your eyes.
The moon bends light up off the sun,
Granting sight to everyone,
No falling into streams.
Heads screwed on much too tight,
Distort, fend, and fight,
The thoughts within our dreams.
Red scarves wrapped around her neck,
And her half smoked cigarette,
Slights the eyes from her frown.
The sun comes ripping through the shades,
Like golden razor blades,
Scanning life of which to crown.
Oh scanning life of which to crown,
Oh the dead are underground.
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8. |
Stumble, Trip, & Blunder
04:02
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Lookin back, I was set, head screwed on peak,
Thinking it was still so hard,
Carving pathways to the creek,
In my parents backyard.
In search of nothing certain,
There was no curtain,
To pull from my eyes.
There was no surprise.
The sun sets we begin to shiver,
We've spent too long in this river.
It's okay, Today I find a new.
And true, was my word when I said,
I'd stumble trip and blunder,
But my soul slips right under.
Making, sense of it all,
Is the trick dear,
The direction matters not,
If you don't grab the wheel and steer,
Past those pretty faces,
We've got larger and grander places.
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9. |
Airstreams
04:57
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The sun sets slowly,
So slowly, into the night.
Mother calls you to dinner.
The sounds of wind,
wears you thin, as you drift into a sleep.
But somehow you, stay so true.
I tried to reach towards the secret,
Too soon.
Came stumbling in the doorway,
Fresh out of bloom.
I find the more I try the less I know,
And there you go.
Only as the sun goes down will airstreams,
Bend with a tune.
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10. |
Sundance
05:28
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Well that fun time feeling is often stealing, light.
I've much to much to do but it's midnight.
I strive for a perfect balance,
But it often escapes me.
I'd aim down my sights,
If only I could see.
It's that old bell ringing, moon's still singing to me.
They tell me, get some sleep kid but my head's at the sea.
Restless, I've found a whole in their plot.
One that'll take hold of everything I got.
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11. |
Sunshine
03:52
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Leafs and reeves, coloring all I seize.
Birds and fishes painting the ocean breeze.
There was, vivid images of moonlight shining,
Then the, morning sun cracks dawn with a golden lining.
A lining of sunshine.
A lining of sunshine.
The willow weeps all throughout the nighttime.
She drags her feets, making ripples with ease.
Flowers bloom, and with a dew,
Springtime hibernates winter's tune.
With a,
Tune of sunshine,
A tune of sunshine.
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12. |
A Flower, From Me To You
02:37
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Blindfold me at night,
And push me closer,
To the edge,
And perhaps all my good will,
Will scream to a peak.
Lie to my soul,
And tuck me in tight,
You old dog,
Right when I wasn't lookin,
You reeled him in.
It's alright.
A flower from me,
To you.
Another,
Flower from you,
Just for me.
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Wallpaper Clemson, South Carolina
Wallpaper is an experimental project from Clemson, SC by Tayler Bucich
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