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Evergreen
04:39
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Sun catch -- the way we saw it up there.
Simple -- the way it came around.
By and by. That's alright. For the first time in a long time.
Open circuits lay beneath something that we wish to see.
You're lucky, though you snuck away. It feels better when you stay.
At noontime, he'd chase you with tin foil. Or looking for that crescent wrench. So old.
Almond roca made me so sick. I don't know you like I used to.
I can't say I want the same. I just liked those couple days.
Where yellow tired lights can wait.
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I spend my time in the same place.
I gave them all the best things I had.
Disconnecting between the way I can.
I long to share.
Every time that I set foot -- I try to keep a context in mind.
But something happens every time I move.
I loathe the whim.
You have seen the cost.
You know the pain.
Believe that I would change.
I would set you free and young.
I met you on a dusty trail.
I read too far into nothing, I'm sure.
Meaning there is a reason to be shunned.
I've cared for long.
You seen to move freely about.
I see that I have a thing of my own.
There is a thing about time that I have learned -- it walks alone.
The daylight is not enough.
A long wait, to set it up.
I will wait tonight.
I would come around for you.
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3. |
Wade Into
04:29
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It is a long way from the tidal coves you breathed.
In still light, with a granular frame.
Holed up into that room, so deep.
Hauled out -- to see -- to believe.
I wade into the darkest of night.
Listen to the sound that rushes past all sides.
Wade into the black.
Wade into all that I have seen.
It is a far cry from the evenings I had known -- bathed in the warmth of that old house.
With straight lines to see and to believe.
I find you among the leaves.
I wade into the darkest of night.
Listen to the sound that rushes past all sides.
Wade into the black.
Wade into all that I have seen.
To wait is all I have.
Wade into the dark.
Wade into you all.
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4. |
See You Around
03:36
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I talked to you for a long time.
We wasted a long time.
I couldn't quite figure out what you meant by that -- but I stood with you for a long time.
Wasted a long time.
A half hour or more. My.
We leaned out on that center shelf in that room.
Every now and then -- I meet someone who makes me think I have a chance -- for once.
But now I don't know, looking back at the last day or two.
Every now and then -- I meet someone who makes me think I have a chance -- for once.
But now I don't know if I'm out of my mind.
About this time I need to see if I'm right here.
All that's left is this house that is not mine.
I'll see you around.
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East of the delta at 1:05.
Out past Stockton I saw what I came to find.
In the shadow of the nuclear plant it was had.
The gravel underfoot didn't make for quiet.
I believe in the worst after dark.
I believe that I broke my hand.
I believe in the water and sun.
I have seen the light leave.
Light was so shallow -- perplexed of brow.
A question had slipped to reveal a low state.
Patheticism weighs -- a heavy day.
Eyes still burning from that bright parking lot.
I believe in the worst after dark.
I believe that I broke my hand.
I believe in the water and sun.
I have seen the light leave.
Far out there -- I leveled with you.
Blacktop heat -- choked by metal.
I wondered how it got so lost.
I reeled at the failures of late.
On a street corner by a cigar shop.
Passing the time just like times long ago.
We dispersed and you made an odd gesture.
Reminds me of when my eyes lost.
I believe in the worst after dark.
I believe that I broke my hand.
I believe in the water and sun.
I have seen the light leave.
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6. |
Time it Takes
03:35
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I've been hanging on my a thread.
The longest I've ever seen.
But that doesn't mean much
not to you
nor to me.
I am haunted by you now
in my dreams
when I sleep.
I see such vivid displays
of that which has ceased.
The next time I see you
I'll tell you all of my questions.
I make the distinction between telling and asking
because I don't expect any answers.
Far and wide reaching -- it is gone.
I might not meet you.
I am gone.
I can feel my guts tearing and searing
it is gone.
I might try breathing
alone.
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7. |
Colors You See
02:50
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You want to know where I'm from.
But when I tell you
you don't believe.
Yet when my boys are asked the same thing
it makes sense.
About as soon as I will feel "in"
feeling like we're not so different
often comes an offhand comment
to let me know.
That you see a darkness in my eyes.
You have a way to remind.
I don't think that I much like the thought tonight.
After years it takes on new forms.
The benefit of doubt is something.
I am reminded of conditions in my work.
It is a world that I have seen and
you wouldn't know if you don't live it.
Some of the people are so sighted on the skin.
That you see a darkness in my eyes.
You see way to remind.
I don't think that I much like the thought tonight.
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8. |
Salt Air
03:17
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You chose a good spot.
We could both smell the ocean.
The breeze was good.
There was no room for anyone else --
for anybody else.
I felt so lousy
every time
I saw that kind of person.
Heavy guilt.
I'm not ready for the brightness.
The late light is more my speed.
With golden trees.
I have relied on you
for as long as I can remember life.
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9. |
Quitter
03:34
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The first thing I ever do
is shut myself up in that old, small space.
Different from expanding sky.
We used to sit on a hillside.
I'd lose sight of what I know.
I'd grow bitter and soft.
I would need something new
if I were to maintain.
What would happen to you and me
when I cannot just recede
and your importance grows to me?
I do not want to be empty.
Or weary -- with heart the same.
Depend without a thought to hand.
Any way
I cannot see the end.
I've always met where you can.
I want to see.
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10. |
Further Afield
03:24
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Heading north means I'd be alone.
The way it would be from here on.
There would be things I'd see
that I wouldn't share with anyone.
I could see heading westward.
I could see how it would be different.
Where the fog rolls over
anywhere that I would set.
I can't believe how long it seems.
I will be as patient as I can be.
You had spoken of ghost pines
I would see in the morning.
Silver way of the hillside
I would dream to know deeply.
Defer to the early morning light
to show me.
I believe it's worth it's weight in salt from the sea.
I will find you at the end of my days, it seems.
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11. |
Down the Street
04:41
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It's been a while since I've seen you.
You are a brother to me.
There's been some changes to your look
but the look in your eyes stays the same.
You were one of the best kind.
Humble -- thought to me.
We'd compare all our thoughts on the events down the street.
I was left off.
We could stay a while --
hit 2nd street --
see our luck -- who we'd meet.
With climate mild
we'd lose the time
and it was overhead.
I wondered how flattened things
had bred streets
pressed and free.
And nights had no time in that room.
We'd talk endlessly.
I wondered how you took such care of your family.
You'd pull it off
time after time.
The border can lose it.
It's been a while since I've seen you.
The last time I was clinging on.
You stayed true to your known form -- wretched sleep unto thee.
You are one of the best kind
with a heart, honesty.
As was your duty on that morn
you were gone before long.
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Neal Sharma | Vocals, Guitars
Jon Drinnan | Guitars
Jason Brownstein | Bass
Mike Cross | Drums
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