1. |
Revolution
02:45
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There's no revolution
until you get thrown off,
but don't make excuses for the way you fall.
You started a fire
so you could call the cops,
and stand at attention waiting for you reward.
So you figured out
which way we're going out.
But you seem full of doubt
and I seem full of doubt.
There’s no economics
until you spend it all,
and start banging rocks until the blood comes out.
You’re down at the river,
yeah down at the confluence
to witness the purity of the melting snows
Do I have to light myself on fire?!
to make worth what I make perspire
do I have to take you at your word
with your head in the ground like some awful bird
it's really out of sight
and out of mind
don't you think so?
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2. |
And Sing It To Me
04:26
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I should not be burdened by belief
in anything that I cannot touch.
I should be allowed a small relief
to try and see what doesn't mean much
It’s one thing to be guided by a dream
or be a seed afloat in the air,
but your people seem to terrify me
and your choir’s giving me a blank stare
so sing it to me
How do I know?
But I have to believe it gets better
How do I know?
If I am going to believe it means anything
If I went away and had a plan
To be here now and always like a stone
To take on life and face it like a man
Or die or live or love or be alone
just tell it to me
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3. |
Stay Zer0
03:56
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4. |
The World We Leave You
03:19
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It’s the last night in your home town
I lost the grip I had on you
There’s burning rubber on the ground
as I drift right through
and that’s the saddest part of being left behind
as the world around you starts to unwind
and there’s just static raining on the phone line
as you strain to hear the whispering decline.
it's the first night in your new home.
your generation left with you.
the rest of us were wondering
what the hell we're supposed to do
and that's the saddest part of being left behind
as the world around you starts to unwind
and there's just static raining on the phone line
as you strain to hear the whispering decline.
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5. |
Flooding Water
04:35
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What is it with your obsession with the flooding water?
Searching the Savior's expression in the flooding water.
Treating the wound with compression in the flooding water
burying condescension in the flooding water.
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6. |
Firewood
04:10
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7. |
Untitled
03:50
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Yesterday morning I laid awake until
the night before had completely wandered off
and all my thoughts became still
Us in the real world don’t realize
We were born to be better
left alone to drink it in with our eyes
Maybe I'm looking for a clarity
that you get from a kick to the mouth
Trying to find some kind of charity
that you get when you’re down and out.
Sooner or later we would try to speak
with a language we would lack
but with so much potential to be real
before we creep into the black
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9. |
Rubicon
03:13
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What a lifetime
that began so long ago
I did not realize
I was thinking like so
You were tongue-tied
17 with alcohol
holding hands with the sky
whiting out the grey wall
You didn’t hurt me.
You didn’t hurt me.
You didn’t hurt me.
You didn’t hurt me.
You didn’t hurt me.
I just never took the time to get it right
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10. |
Kafka
03:22
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Speaking of honesty
you can’t be sad in pregnancy
you'd turn up tragic if you did
you wouldn’t want a Kafka kid
who won’t believe
that symmetry is holding me
unevenly
I don’t believe
that symmetry is holding me unevenly
There is a lifetime of language I will never use
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11. |
Shepard Jazz
04:43
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It’s not like we haven’t talked about it
past the point of any use.
You realize although I doubt it,
this acute has gone obtuse.
So, I went for a walk
just to clear the hate.
The ringing in my ears
won’t attenuate.
I’d hoped you’d come to see me
and see what I had made
but you forgot about me
and insist to doubt me
The Pali Canon says that Buddha
held no doctrine in a fist.
a crusader with no country
if you’d ever get my gist...
So, I went for a walk
just to clear the hate.
The ringing in my ears
won’t attenuate.
I’d hoped you’d come to see me
and see what I had made
but you forgot about me
and insist to doubt me.
The Holy Ghost then arrived
in time to greet me.
As I left to the world completely
my words left survived.
I hope I’m rebegot
and prove propitious
Let this book be auspicious
Just like every thought
Just like everythought
justlikeeverythought.
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The Bore Tide Seattle, Washington
Justin Wilmore is usually helping other people make music. This is him making his own. Styles may vary.
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