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Don't You
03:08
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All you see in a mountain range, vulgar shapes, sinking
Underwater you’re so afraid, never take a chance on fate
Don’t you believe in anything you can’t see for yourself
When you laugh it’s like the happiness belonged to someone else
Every day we remain in the shadow of shame
Looking down, at what we found, trying to face what we can’t name
Everyone is a stepping stone, this is no game, and yet we play
and many go down in vain, but still you say...
You don’t believe in anything you can’t see for yourself
When you dream all you see is devolution
Clever girl standing there with a red bow in her hair
Can’t you see she’s afraid to love you
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2. |
Flicker
03:23
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Look around and you’re not there
Guess that I just missed you
Standing down the stillborn air
That’s how I resist you
But soft...This is the sound that tells you I’m around
But now....is this the end or the beginning now...Now now now
As we lay down, my senses flicker in and out and hands press harder
So that I can feel you
Led along a leafy trail
Stopping by a lakeshore
I promised not to look at you
You promised not to be sore with me
This is the sound that tells you I’m around
But now...Is this the end or the beginning now? It wrapped around
As we lay down, my senses flicker in and out and hands press harder
Making sure I’ll feel you...I can feel you
I can feel you...I can feel you
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3. |
Pyramid Vamp
04:28
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And then it started with
Triangles folding into pyramids
Like symbolists, breaking bread o’er mountains
Oh did these men ever trouble, over telepathic muzzles
Over knowing that their bones were full of sin
The boulder over shocking lake
Lighting strikes the route of our escape
And we will take, whatever is put on our plates
In the shadow of skyscrapers, parallelogram invaders
In the moment of our knowing we feel safe
Cover up the machinations
of the color generations
I’m losing all my patience
Making me one of your number
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4. |
Losing Touch
02:42
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I prayed to the moon
this would never happen again
losing touch, drowning out, is it me?
We used to be tight
Like the bindings that hold you back
If not for that, I'd be watching you on stage
But here we stay...
Was it the beer, was it the boy
Was it the mix of pain and joy you get from
Seeing what I go through
As long as it isn't you
Late night the city's all
Empty storefronts and grates
No connection, no life, just the traffic lights
Was all the time I knew you
Just an optical illusion?
A distortion that must dissipate
Was it the beer, was it the boy
Was it the mix of pain and joy you get from
Seeing what I go through
As long as it isn't you
After all the vulgar oaths and
After all that alcohol and
When we thoroughly lose track
Who should forgive who should forget
I still would have to ask myself
Was it the beer, was it the boy
Was it the mix of pain and joy or was it
The apathy wait I know was it
The dirty fucking love you get while
Seeing what I go through
As long as it isn't you
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5. |
Super Slow Counting
03:30
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We watched each other stare
Like stained glass saints in Italy
Looking through our hair
At tinfoil leaves beneath our feet
...At all
We don’t have to see
...To believe
I can’t think of anyone we’d rather be
As pictures are to places you have been to me
If only we could talk then you don’t have to speak
Now I can’t think of anything
we haven’t done or been
But if you want to screen this scene
Mirrors in the sidewalk
Do you think we’re alone now
People keeping secrets
Run and tell everyone
I can wink if you can think of anyone we’d rather be
As san fran’s been to sailors you have been to me
But you’ll no longer suffer my analogies
If we could only talk then you don’t have to speak
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6. |
Rooftop Confessions
03:04
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All of the other guys used to leave a hole and
Only lookin in your eyes did I ever fall in
After all the partying I’d have to stop and think
Who am I?
All of the time you were always golden
Even if I didn’t try you would let me hold it
Elegant as sunshine floating in the sink
My delight
Take out the trash make it last, make it last
Cravings runnin through my mind I feel like I'm exploding
Baby I don’t want to lie so why don’t we go bowling
Telegrams and butterflies and bumblebee suprise
Airplanes fly
Take out the trash, make it last, make it last
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Guess & Check Brooklyn, New York
Guess & Check is Maya, Jay, Shayna, and Barry. We are from New York City.
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