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Blank
03:05
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In the eclipse of the sun around the earth
Touching the brighter side
Echoes around my heart
A giant feast at the core of the old
And the germane sleep of the once dead lips
Oh, sweet dream!
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Sun Goes Down
04:05
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Tonight when the city's like a jail-cell
Waiting too long--did you wake up from your sleep?
Need to find a place to rest your bones
Because when the sun goes down it's all over
I want to be an unknown
Walk without assistance
No loving arms around me
Lost in the spaces you've constructed
Like it's all self-imposed, and the sky's not high above your head
Wake up you've been sleeping too long
Because when the sun goes down it's all over
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Unmotivated
03:07
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Light a candle in my room
I said I tried--I tried
Unmovable and deconstucted
200,000 pieces of boredom
I'm a loser not a lover
Never gonna be a bruiser
UFO abduction at Grand Central
Aliens with 200 eyes all around
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A Chariot of Light
02:32
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Wobbly
05:37
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I remember when you used to say:
"Our thoughts are like birds on the wing"
So take strength from the warm breeze
As you sail out into open seas
Now so far away from the shoreline
We've lost all our maps out at sea
No direction home in the clear sky
Or in the dark, blue depths of the brine
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Feel it Again
03:47
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Tired of the cracks in the ceiling
Sick of the wires on the floor
Don't know just what I've been feeling
All I know is that I need more
The sun's been gone for three days now
Don't know just when it will return
Lost in the cracks in the ceiling
Or behind the bars on the door
I want to feel it again
In a moment, I'm almost shaking
Tossing coins in the wishing-well bottomless pit
Heading down the path to ruin
See the birds head south away from the cold
See them one by one catch fire and explode
Heading down the path to ruin
Tired of the cracks in the ceiling
Sick of the wires on the floor
Don't care if the sun leaves forever
Don't care if I live anymore
And it doesn't matter for nothing
Not very much in the end
Stops just the way that it started
I guess that's just the way it is
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Southern Seas
02:09
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Red Summer
02:53
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Treading water
I'm treading water
Return to the way it was
Return to the way it feels
Underneath your feet
All in all: it's summertime
Treading water
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Bliss Theory
03:36
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There's a metal rod in my eye
And a dark face in my mind
Out in those black woods
Too cold for living things:
Makes it feel like dying
Obtuse and profuse in the afternoon
In your bedroom
And the shafts of iced sunlight
Make it feel like dying
On the ground, frozen solid
Too surreal for dissection
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Highway Mahavira
01:04
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12. |
This Ain't Love
02:45
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13. |
Too Far To Run
01:59
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Talking--Take a walk in the desert
Rocks are all tough as nails
Outside my window the world is waiting
But I'm on the inside of my head
In the cellophane jungles
Make my home amongst the glass
With the reddened entrails and thoughts of believing
Outside of my window tonight
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14. |
Adult Contemporary
01:44
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It's a decadent world
Filled with all those color swirls
And the pretty girls on the tilt-a-whirl
I think I'd like to take you for a ride
To show you all the places you could hide
Behind those powder baby-blue eyes
From Iraq to Bangkok you could take a train
Over hills and over fertile plains
And things we couldn't even begin to see
I think I could die free
No more struggles out of me
And in the evening time
(When the) Sun goes down
We'll spend a dime and pantomime to a famous rhyme
And it will be called: "adult contemporary"
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Float Depression
04:29
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I've done everything wrong
And it's bad
I'm on a boat in the sea
The sun is shining on me
I take a walk down the lane
Feeling plastic again
I'm on a boat in the sea
Taking on water slowly
And it's bad
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Sacred Cow
06:13
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I'm staying on the outside
While you seek to ratify me
I'm waking up in a wasteland
Dreaming of what's to be
And I'm sailing on the outside
While you walk two steps away from death
To you it doesn't matter if it all burns
The sky is still there even if we aren't
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Reed Burnam Austin, Texas
Houston-born and raised, long-time resident of Austin, I've also passed time living in Southern California and Northern India. I write all kinds of songs in all kinds of styles about all kinds of things at all kinds of levels of listenability.
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