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Rapture
01:06
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So run now,
From the statue of your bones
We're all built from memories
So when you gonna go back then?
Face all your fears and resentments
So run down
I know you've wanted this for so long
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The Woods (with Makina)
03:13
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So that's where
It would've ended
In the woods outside my house
And I know And I know And I know And I know
But I'm better now
That's what the woods gave me
And I'm not ashamed to go outside
And I'm not ashamed to feel like I'm alive
And I'm not ashamed to feel alive
But was it meant for me?
I just know I'm alive
I'm Alive
And you were never wasted space
I never want to see you again
I just can't live here anymore
That's what the woods gave me
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Sitting On Concrete
03:35
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It feels good to be out of the rain
Can you hear me now?
There's a guy named Dave and he lives down the street
he's got two big kids and he's sitting on concrete
And there's a girl called Julia she lives on her own,
she's got beautiful hair but she doesn't know how to feel at home
And you try to say
Will it ever be enough?
Will it ever be enough?
And you try to say that you'll have it either way
but I'm just sitting on concrete trying to find that place
For you, For you
It was all for you
And maybe I should've gone out a bit more if you guys were still around
And maybe I should've thought of getting out of this town
And maybe I should've focused on myself, stop putting focus on someone else
And you say it's not good enough
Is it gonna be good enough?
Is it gonna be good enough?
And when I'm down and I'm dust
Am I still real?
Am I still real?
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4. |
On My Own
02:38
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By tomorrow I'll have finished with someone I've never met
And I'll feel sad
I know it doesn't really matter
But that doesn't soften how it feels
I miss my friends
I miss my friends
I miss my friends
And maybe I did this to myself?
I pushed you away then lost my hands
sometimes i wish i didn't
And now i'm dancing on my own
And now i'm singing on my own
And i'm not always like this
when i pass through it backwards
and I forget the words to say
so, can I be content with myself?
im not sure anymore
and now im dancing on my own
and now im struggling on my own.
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Lyrics:
And I wish I knew what I wanted
And I won't be here for a couple months
And I think I need a reminder
And when the silence washes over me
What will be left but the outlines of my hands and feet?
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
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Growing Legs
02:40
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Do you ever get the feeling that you're sleeping on a landmine?
I'm gonna throw my car into a lake when I learn to drive
And this feeling might have gone to my head for a moment
I might topple over and give up forever
I'm growing legs to find what I am
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7. |
Portal
02:48
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I've got my whole life ahead of me
Will you slow me down?
Who are you to say if I'm going too fast?
Are you gonna let me down again?
I'll be OK
If there was a portal
Would it even really matter?
I just need time
And will you drown me out?
Or will you cut me down?
If there was a portal
Trust Yourself
You'll be here soon.
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8. |
To Disappear
03:10
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From Thinner
I need to disappear
And my body will not be found in a tree
And it's a downpour
And there's A dead dog in the hallway
From Thinner
I'm falling back
And I tore the line
You're just so difficult
And it's a downpour
And there's a letter in the doorway of my choices
Am I?
I need to disappear
Let me sink in the shallow river
Feed me to the dirt and the worms and the dust
I'm not worthy of having a shadow
And I need to disappear
And no one can know about me
at all
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(Grandfather Forest)
Where's my pick?
I don't know where my pick went
oh, there it is
right,
uh, so this is the bassline we've got
(Beakfeet)
I'm at the beach
And there's fish flying through the air
And I'll play you my favourite song
Why won't you sing along?
(Information in Bb)
she closes the lid
and unplugs the device
no bigger than her thumb
from the computer.
My lifes work, she says. But, it isnt her lifes work.
You see, we store information like an Escher painting.
It shouldnt all fit in there. But, it does.
And every day we manage to fit more and more into smaller and smaller spaces until one day
she says,
we will be able to fit all the information the world has
everything that everyone knows and believes and dreams
into nothing.
It will all be there. Stored and filed.
Tagged with any keywords you might imagine.
Our hard drives will be thin air.
They will make nanobots look like elephants.
And elephants will be in there too. Tagged. Accessible with search terms
like grey, ivory,
and the largest land dwelling mammal
We will process away at nothing and understand everything.
We will think of a word and the information will slip in, not through our ears or eyes
but straight thorough our skin. Information will breathe in and out of us,
permeate our skin.
Our knowing will be as deep as it is wide.
You see our work here is to learn so much,
to be so full of knowing,
that all there is left to do is unlearn.
Humanity must get to a point where we let go.
We leave the useless ideas and the spent ideologies in the recycle bin.
like an adolescent brain shedding neurons.
like a snake slithering from its old skin.
like an old man who has come to understand so well the point where reality meets the intangible that he is able to decide which breath will be his last. And, he will enjoy that breath more than any that he has taken in his entire life.
And, her lifes work is more than a four meg flash drive.
(Grandfather Forest)
OK,
That's enough of that
Sorry about that
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10. |
Habitat
02:15
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Did I make the right choices?
I'm stumbling down a brick road
And everything is different now but it feels just the same
Am I the one to blame?
You're so full of life
I get overbearing
And I hate you
But when I listen to these songs, I smile to myself and I think
"Maybe we'll be ok"
Habitat
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11. |
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(Instrumental)
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