1. |
Reset
01:48
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I
Want you to know
I'm changing
Everything about me
I
want you to see
Everywhere
Everyone
Has got to go
Everything about me
Everywhere
Everyone
Has got to go
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2. |
Down the Line
02:50
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I paid my bills
I paid my rent
I had a little money
But my money's all spent
I got nothing coming down the line
Took my last 250 to the five and dime
For a sack of potatoes and a box of wine
Got nothing coming down the line
Something's better than nothing...
But I could use something
Coming down the line
The inflation game
It's all the same
Even when they try to change its name
I got nothing coming down the line
I know I'm the only one to blame
I'd trade starvation for a minute of fame
Got nothing coming down the line
Something's better than nothing...
Sometimes something's the same as nothing
But I could use something
Coming down the line
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3. |
Windmills
02:57
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On the far ridgeline,
The wind blows through the mills
Sends
Power down the hills
To the city
Where the sleeping
People
Lie
But I live the breeze
Blowing through the trees
The heat could smother me still
Maybe it will
Before I have the chance
To leave this heart of mine
Oh wordless sentinel
Tell us your secret message
We'll never know
Why am I sentimental
For carbon fiber fins and aluminum stanchions
But I love the breeze
Surely as I breathe
The heat could smother me still
Maybe it will
Before I have the chance
May I have this dance?
And leave this heart of mine
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4. |
Talking to Myself
03:40
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I'm talking to myself
Talking to myself
Because you might be the last one alive
You might be the last one alive
You might be the last one left
Talking to myself
Talking to myself
Existential dread
Am I already dead?
Is that why I can't find the words to say when...
I'm talking to myself
Talking to myself
Because you might be the last one alive
You might be the last one alive
You might be the last one left
Talking to myself
Talking to myself
Is this the new religion's
Apocalyptic vision?
Should I get down on my knees and pray?
Talking to myself
Talking to myself
Everybody's talking
Talking at me
Even the echoes sound
Like the drowning can't be found
Look at the mess of the game we made
Looking to land on the mines we laid
Falling in line
Falling asleep
You want to go baaaa
But you only go beep beep
Talking to myself
Talking to myself
You might be the last one alive
You might be the last one alive
You might be the last one
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5. |
The Shade of Summer
02:43
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Well my hands aren't made out of papier maché
And head's not made out of clay
You can put me in your pocket if you light bottle rocket
And know how to point it which way
And your hair's the shade of summer
On a cold autumn night it takes me there
Leaves flit by my knees in November
I needn't worry about the winter when
Skies are blue with rainbows in November
Look what's coming around the riverbed
I poured holy water upon the witch when I heard her talking in tongues
But she came at me with a bottle of wine
And we drank until it was gone
Skies are blue with rainbows in November
I know I'll make it until the winter's end
My hands aren't made out of papier maché
And your hair's the shade of summer
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6. |
Sunset Rising
03:29
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Spent the night with a friend I used to know
They hadn't changed
Said they barely even know me anymore
Why'd I have to change?
I'm lost
Sunset rising
Sunset rising
Sunset rising today
Thinking about what I've done with my time
How did I decide?
Wondering about when my next dream dies
How will I survive?
I'm lost
Sunset rising
Sunset rising
Sunset rising today
First cup of coffee with the last of the rays
Sunset rising today
Said goodbye to a friend I used to know
Some things don't change
But all the pieces change
Oooooh
Sunset rising
Sunset rising
Sunset rising today
First cup of coffee with the last of the rays
Sunset rising today
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7. |
Jasmine Tree
04:37
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Under a jasmine tree
I thought I saw something bigger than me
As far as I can see
These were transitory beams
So it seems
So it goes
What it means
Nobody knows
Under a jasmine tree
Think how lovely it could be
Under a pile of leaves
How I thought the world was big
What I wanted for me
All I had to do was dig
But the game is rigged
So they say
What are rules
And who gets to play?
Under a pile of leaves
How I thought the world was big
Under the driver's seat
He left a note for us to read
But all he wrote for me was:
Son, I'm sorry
So it seems
So it goes
What it means
Nobody knows
Under a jasmine tree
Think how lovely it could be
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8. |
Copper Colored Roses
05:10
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I remember the dawnlight
Copper coloring your eyelids
We were a couple of kids
With our whole lives to ruin
We swore that we could do it
And it would be forever
You and me together
Til I said never again
Then I think of the trouble I could have saved
When I think of the trouble I have made
Maybe you were the one
Your daughter has your smile
But she has her father's face
Does it remind you of him
And his disgrace
He no longer sees her
You claim just as well
The devil can stay in hell
Thank I think of the trouble I could have saved
When I think of the trouble I have made
Maybe you were the one
Then he put you away
Ever further
Day after day after day
And you were oh so delicate
A whisper on a weeping willow
How did you break free from his prison?
So take your babe to your breast
And forget all the rest
Thank I think of the trouble I could have saved
Maybe you were the one
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9. |
The Bakery
04:07
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You stood in the corner counting coffee cups
Looking bored
Almost every day I'm in here
But I'd never seen your face before
But soon you'll have my order memorized
And that falls into the plan that I've devised
Because all I want is oh, a little more
And all I need is oh, a little more
One more taste of your creation
Sweet sensation
When I finally got the courage up you told me
It's not enough
But I see the way you smile when I walk in
I'll call that bluff
This place is bad for my health but I can't stop
Because you keep on drawings heart in the froth on top
But all I want is oh, a little more
And all I need is oh, a little more
One more taste of your creation
Sweet sensation
And all I want is a little more
The bread is baking in the oven
Now it's time to go.
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10. |
Hubris
04:34
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When ruins return to rust
And all the bootheels stop their wandering
Will anything still remain
Of all the words that we've been wondering
I sit upon a higher plain
In waves of incandescent coloring
Is it a sign of what's to come
Or just more foolish pondering
I don't know if we'll make it through
To the edge of tomorrow
Does it matter if we do
Beg and steal what's borrowed
All the songs end the same for our hubris
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David Ernsberger Ann Arbor, Michigan
David is an independent songwriter and musician from Michigan. He spends most of his time these days working in the real world so that he can be a weary-voiced crooner when he retires.
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