1. |
Crysanthemum (Dark)
04:09
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Your little heart becomes alive
Two up two down, a million around, you bloom
Crysanthemum you spread your seeds
Advancing life into the fields
Crysanthemum you make them see
Crysanthemum you are love
Your little heart becomes alive
Click clock, tick tock, touch down on ground, you bloom
Crysanthemum you spread your seeds
Advancing life into the fields
Crysanthemum you make them see
Crysanthemum you are hope
Crysanthemum you spread your seeds
Advancing life into the fields
Crysanthemum you make them see
Crysanthemum you are love
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2. |
Huntington Garden (Dark)
04:04
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You hold the ocean
I the tears
The information
I the fears
The proclamation
You the damned
The critical nonesense
Dislexic crimes
A can too tall
for a children's hand
The taste of root beer
In the sand
The silent reader’s
mind coming alive
The autopsy
of modern life
I am an institution
So let's go pick the oranges in the Huntington Garden
And make them look for clues
And make them look for you
I build the filters
You the words
The contemplation
You the heist
Anticipation
(As) we implode
The plymouth rock
Is where we fold
I am an institution
So let's go pick the oranges in the Huntington Garden
And make them look for clues
And make them look for you
The information I'm giving is imperfect
The information I'm giving is imperfect
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3. |
Onomatopoetry (Dark)
04:18
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What’re you gonna do when you turn into night
What’re you gonna do when you turn into light
To be lost
To be found
What’re you gonna do when you shake your despair
What’re you gonna do when they pull out your chair
To be lost
To be found
To be up
Rooms with unlit futures
Rooms with covered pasts
What we dwell on in the present
is what we become
We reshape our own reception of
how we view ourselves
To be up
Onomatopoetry
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4. |
Darkest Hour (Light)
04:09
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Well, I am hopeful, I’m lost
In an open door we hide
And and are you here or have you found
comfort in this lo-fi double life?
The expentance of a life shows
The reflections of a crowd can pass
When our hands start turning backwards
and our visions turning blank
So in your darkest hour
I listen to her numb
Can you hear the thunder quarelling
with the evening sun
You feel pregnant with your doubts
Embrace them like a newborn does the air
And it’s the words that fill your lungs
A language that fails to be heard
The expentance of a life shows
The reflections of a crowd can bruise
When our hands start turning backwards
and our visions turning blank
So in your darkest hour
I pledge for her to come
Can you hear the thunder quarelling
with the evening sun
And I am tired of your selfful, selffulfilling profecies
I am tired of your selfful, selffulfilling profecies
Hold me close my sorrow,
hold me close my empathy
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5. |
Summer Calls (Light)
04:30
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Summer calls to multiply
To multiply
Don’t you get what it takes
Black holes in your heart
Your escape, the gap
All parts of your bigger plan
Summer calls to multiply
To multiply
And we hope, and we love
And we treasure the cause
To unfold what was once
The urge of our suns/sons
Don’t you get what it takes
Black holes in your heart
Your escape, the gap
All parts of your bigger plan
Summer calls to multiply
To multiply
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6. |
Illinois (Light)
04:02
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Tell your story Illinois
Until the fight, until the hour’s gone
So I can seek, so I can breath
This ain’t the time to kill your friends
This ain’t the time to leave your friends
This ain’t the time to be your end
This ain’t the time to leave
Air is not worth breathing if it's not one to share
Tell your story illinois
Until the fight, until the hour’s gone
So I can seek, so I can breath
And lie down, and lie down,
and lie down, and lie down
This ain’t the time to kill your friends
This ain’t the time to leave your friends
Light the frames with fire
light the frames oh light the frames with fire
Hang the visions higher
Air is not worth breathing if it's not one to share
Air is not worth breathing
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7. |
Front Yard (Light)
03:14
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So loving you is like the ocean tide
We form river deltas in open skies
Now I can see horizons
Through time
When are your hearts gonna meet
Going back to where we started
Move to the end of chapter B
So loving you is like the ocean tide
safe harbor beneath the open seas
So loving you is like
Oh loving you is finding the time
My bona fide, through a lifetime
When are your hearts gonna meet
Going back to where we started
Move to the end of chapter B
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