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Forest For Trees
03:12
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Match sticks, gasoline, vacant eyes, and dripping morphine
Take out bags floating artificial islands in the sea
Windstorms, rain, sandy feet depleting inches by degree
And I think that I could use company
Sit in silence and listen to the breeze
I can’t see how, I can’t see how
To see the forest for the trees.
It’s hard to say it won’t be long, but you know it won’t, you know it’s true
Good for you accumulating all of that stuff you like to
Good for me I’m drifting off to sleep this sleepy afternoon
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2. |
Way Home
04:14
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I’m thinking of supersonic melody
I’m thinking of the notes that carry me home
Chorus comes, the chorus goes
We hit repeat and recompose
I’m making up a dance that’s made for nobody
I’m pushing at the edges of the way home
Chorus comes, the chorus goes
We hit repeat and recompose
Living it up until the point we fall
Living it up until there’s no returning
We must believe there’s meaning when there’s none at all
Living it up until the point we fall
Living it up until there’s no returning
We must concede we’re dreaming though we’ve seen it all
And if you find me curled up by the drain hole
and if you find me cursing at the rainfall
Chorus comes, the chorus goes
We move our feet, we pack our clothes
Living it up until the point we fall
Living it up until there’s no returning
We must believe there’s meaning when there’s none at all
Living it up until the point we fall
Living it up until there’s no returning
We must concede we’re dreaming though we’ve seen it all
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3. |
In The Haze
03:44
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About every 90 days
We plug in and then we play
and I think it fried my brain
When that chord, it hit me
and I think I love this haze more than anything
Turn up volume, turn up tone
Feel the feedback in my bones
On this dirty basement stage
I’m gonna sing out to you
In the reverb and the phase it is everything.
You will be the beat inside my heart
You will be the scream inside my scars
I’ll fucking carry you, I’ll fucking carry you
On and on, on and on, on and on
4x4 is all I need
To charge into this symphony
The conducter is dead
We put a knife right through him!
Chrome and steel and tweed and lead, it is killing
There’s no need to look ahead
We don’t turn and look behind
We are here, we are here, we are on fire
Bloody fingers, bloody hell, I’ll die singing
You will be the beat inside my heart
You will be the scream inside my scars
I’ll fucking carry you, I’ll fucking carry you
On and on, on and on, on and on
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4. |
Strategy
04:58
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A game of chess would always get me wondering
of waging war with you
Mastermind would play tricks on my memory
I’m guessing about you
Simon always treats me like an enemy
I can’t follow, can’t follow you
Othello’s paranoia took his dignity
And it’s time to lose
This is eternity, this is eternity
A strategy of diminishing returns
This is eternity, this is eternity
I poured my marbles into circularity
And they formed distinct groups
I thumbed it into a general vicinity
And it rolled right to you
This is eternity, this is eternity
A strategy of diminishing returns
This is eternity, this is eternity
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Raise
03:43
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Messy face and sticky fingers (I really love the way you are)
Spinning, jumping, you are eager (I really love the way you are)
Fussing, fighting, tipping over (I really love the way you are)
I raise you up and a clear blue sky, it frames your features
Then the sun gets into my eyes. My eyes.
The bus has crashed and lost it’s people (I really love the way you are)
Patterns, rhythms, blocks, and pictures (I really love the way you are)
I raise you up and a clear blue sky, it frames your features
Then the sun gets into my eyes. My eyes.
I will see you all tomorrows (I really love the way you are)
I will always be your hero (I really love the way you are)
I raise you up and a clear blue sky, it frames your features
Then the sun gets into my eyes. My eyes.
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6. |
Rain Delay
04:14
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Restless, driftin’ around
Rooftop garden insinuates and it surrounds
Shades of unfocused grey
Paranoia fabricates at the break of day
Everybody sees the morning rain come down
See the rain come down
Tangled, tripping around
Trapped reflections, as if no one is around
Universally felt
Endless minds refusing to see through the crowd
Everybody sees the morning rain come down
See the rain come down
Stand up now and burn it all away…
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Lean-To
04:56
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Curled up in a ball
Evading all the shadows in the hall
I also heard those clicks
And I heard the noises in the attic
I am in your head
There is nothing underneath your bed
Close the window shade
Find the tiny centre of your space
Curled up in your virtue
Nothing bad will catch you
A crack across the sky
The world is ending through your teary eyes
The trees are bending low
The howling wind it will not let you go
Curled up in your virtue
I will be your lean-to
When I stop and think about it
I have my doubts I have my panic
I’m sorry that I am afraid
When I stop and think about it
My control it has its limits
I’m sorry that I am afraid
When I stop and think about it
I can barely talk about it
I’m sorry that I am afraid
I’m sorry that I am afraid…
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8. |
Superball
04:13
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I have grown so tired of listening
to all the politics of hate
Music in the summertime
is much more enlightening to create
I want to pack my bags and follow
all the lines on the road
Dotted, dashed, crooked, and faded
and those unknown
Please come with me
Please come with me
And we’ll get crazy, fucking crazy
And I wonder if you'd join me
on a new, indulgent trip
The powers that be, well,
they might just stone me
and sink our ship
We’ll let our minds do the walking
Rage and stomp and grab at the sun
And spin round and round until we get dizzy
and call it fun
Please come with me
Please come with me
And we’ll get crazy, fucking crazy
Let’s stomp them in, let’s stomp them into the ground!
Let’s stomp them in, let’s stomp them into the ground!
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Lovesick Lake
04:54
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I had a dream that I was back at Lovesick Lake
And you were sitting in my arms
Running through the sand, a tiny footprint wake
Speckled flakes of sun in the calm
A beautiful mirage, a joyous heartbreak
I’d take you there if I had a way
But my will, my love, and my occasional mistakes
Will bring us there together one day
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10. |
Shut Out
04:36
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Here’s a girl she loves you
Here’s a boy he loves you
This could be so much, this could be so much
You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be shut out
You just gotta love, you just gotta love, shout out!
These stupid people they hate you
Barbarians, they hate you
They are extinguishing, they are extinguishing
You don’t have to be, you don’t have to be shut out
You just gotta love, you just gotta love, shout out!
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They have wormed their way
Into consciousness explained
They try to kill it all
We try to amputate but it doesn’t do harm
It just raises antiquated alarms
It just edifies, emboldens, and arms them anyway
I want my immunity
Inoculate my mind
Eviscerate the motherfuckers on the front lines
Incriminate the gangsters pulling party lines
Sitting in my armchair reciting these lines invisibly
Why do I care? Why do I care?
For family, for fear, for fair
For family, for fear, for fair
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12. |
Essay On Dreams
05:57
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She wrote an essay on dreams to help her get by
She wrote a poem on screams to quiet her nights
She drew a picture of love and lit it on fire
She almost thought it enough because she gets tired
She’s uncrumpled the pages that clutter her mind
She’s not sure what they’re saying
She’s worried that she’s leaving something behind
An idea or two that could save her
She might as well be a stone
Skipping at first and then dropping below
She might as well be alone
Eluded by the secret passages home
I wake up with last night’s dream still lingering around me
I’m in the basement of a house leaning at an angle
Water dripping from the ceiling and pooling on the floor
The images feel heavy, penetrate my skin, sink down into my stomach where they stay
Like my mother taught me, I shrug it off, brush my teeth, get showered
And wipe the residue of the dream away until the mess of me slips back into place
She remodeled her voice to make herself hear
She restated her choice to make herself fear
She’s uncrumpled the pages that clutter her mind
She’s not sure what they’re saying
She’s worried that she’s leaving something behind
An idea or two that could save her
She might as well be a stone
Skipping at first and then dropping below
She might as well be alone
Eluded by the secret passages home
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Green Palm Radiation Guelph, Ontario
Green Palm Radiation is the psych-pop musings of Jay Newberry, of Guelph, Ontario, Canada. Buzzing riffs, jangly strums,
drones and hums, and hook-laden sing-a-longs.
"People know I’m a sucker for beautiful noise pop. And this spacey, dreamy, one-man band affixes childlike, kid-friendly, custard-sweet melodies to distorto-guitar swirls". - Jack Rabid, The Big Takeover
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