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Wrong Time of Year
03:47
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The Archers, omnibus plays from the radio. The crunchy nut cornflakes, bloat and sink in the bowl that I chipped when I dropped it in the dark of the hallway of my third floor tenement flat.
And you said Happy Birthday, but it's the wrong time of year. Well I guess it's the thought that counts. Merry Christmas.
The CD, I'd listen to while I would drive down back roads. near my home town when I was in Highschool, Doesn't seem to resonate with me this year. Maybe by the spring it will.
And you said Merry Christmas, but it's the wrong time of year. Well I guess it's the thought that counts. Happy Birthday.
I saw the northern lights, over central Scotland last night. It reminded me there's a pull that's invisible to you, and me, and everybody.
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More a Stumble
04:07
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I want to walk and get lost
I want to keep us moving because I know this frost
and it will move up your leg from your toes so fast if you let it
I want to keep you with me
If you'd fall on me like these brown leaves then I'd scoop you up
and carry you home in my front pocket
Because that moment's over and it's not for coming back
Staying in the same place makes your muscles fade away
My hands might not be warm, but I started in the thaw
It got too cold outside to sit here on this wall
If autumn's setting in let's not call this a fall
and all your grey matter won't matter at all
Here from under bare trees I can
hear the sound of bare knees on knees
and I've never been sure of to whom they belong
They'll soon be covered up for insulation but with any luck
There will come a time when they will meet again
Because that moment's over and it's not for coming back
Staying in the same place makes your muscles fade away
My hands might not be warm, but I started in the thaw
It got too cold outside to sit here on this wall
If autumn's setting in, let's not call this a fall
and all your grey matter won't matter at all
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Saltwater & Rain
03:49
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Always desolation hanging over me
Because there's not a lot to see and not a lot to do
when you're alone at sea
The wind is too strong; the saltwater and rain
If you're by yourself and you're drifting off you should know we've all felt that way
Just take it ten years, ten years at a time
Baby go slow, but don't stop being mine
Ten years inside your own mind
The clocks go backwards, the clocks go backwards sometimes
Have you ever felt like only you exist?
And I don't just mean in some Descartian (Cartesian) sense,
no philosophical twists
It's when there's no person who you can relate to
And those other people well they're just not real, at least that might as well be true
Just take it ten years, ten years at a time
Baby go slow, but don't stop being mine
Ten years inside your own mind
The clocks go backwards, the clocks go backwards sometimes
And as your ship fills up with water
Jump from the life raft to the rocks
After mothers, sons and daughters
There's no room
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