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Space O
01:37
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2. |
Weird Blues
02:06
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I've got a weird blues surrounding me; I can't find my shoes or brush my teeth!
And the train passes slowly by, it's okay today.
I've got a weird blues surrounding me; I've been to the moon but I can't breathe!
And the rain drips along the sides, it's okay today.
Time waits for me to see a change; I make time wait for another day.
I've got a weird blues, it's all in my head.
I get to sleep at night but, I don’t go to bed.
And the fan brings it all a hill, it's okay today.
And the train passes slowly by, it's okay today.
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3. |
In Line
04:37
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I came in through your window sill, toothpick hand.
I fought the ghosts right off the floor.
A blue light hangs above the door, red light to the grave.
The ceilings low and tile filled.
It’s fine, alright!
It’s all in line.
A serpent sits upon the couch, coiled in the cracks.
It’s yellowtail files fierce and free.
I’m only who I’m meant to be, can’t change my path.
The setting sun that rests has shone.
The stairs are slick, scream and shine.
Memory is at hand.
Life is a game, a easy lie.
I wish I’d understand.
I left myself just standing by, farewell my stance.
I’m off to see the lizard king.
I’m only who I’m meant to be, can’t change my path.
The setting sun that rests has shone.
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4. |
Frosting
02:38
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Rip it
(Swanese gibberish)
You ate my frosting, I set aside the butter knife.
My cake is softening, no sugar coating for the mind.
When you see me falling down, my frosting turns from white to brown.
You ate my frosting, a solemn day I can't forget.
Now I am wafting the smell of father's cigarette.
(Brendan spits)
C’mon baby, eat that frosting for me.
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5. |
Observations
03:21
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Hazel lies in the sky of white.
Dots arrayed in a certain way connect.
A tangled wire to aspire the lights.
A broken switch, a little twitch, connect.
It's not you, it's the night.
You shake me loose, you might.
Broken trees in a line of fire.
Tonight, the stars are bright.
My lungs are sore, my pores are poor.
I'm new.
Shake me down for my money how?
I'm screwed.
Alive to eat so I will survive,
Who knew?
Can't bear to look out tonight.
I'm through.
Observations making my skin rough.
You're worth more than gazing, I'm in awe.
Hope the light can travel faster now.
Observations making my skin rough, tonight.
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6. |
Gather Up Your Socks
03:07
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Hello, how are you?
Yes, I'm great, I'm doing fine.
A ship begins to fall.
All that leaves is wasted time.
No.
Blue Jays in their trees, not alone for one to tell.
Scrape across the breeze.
I left my face on down the well.
No.
A new Dawn, new day, my color seems to stay cool.
Gather up your socks, say a prayer for the fool.
No.
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7. |
Slow Recession
05:05
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From yesterday people seem far away,
I just couldn't stay in tune.
Down country winds and scary times,
I implore myself to you.
I'm trying to get a little more respect.
I'm trying to be a little something else.
Everything is new.
Reframed water messing with my mind.
Ecstatic face, a happy lie never looked so good.
Can I dig myself into a garden elf where the elements chip the paint?
Sidewalk made by lines, asphalt a friend of mine.
Walking on the wait.
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8. |
Blue
04:03
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Filling up the bag, everything ain't quite so sad.
I failed to appreciate everything that sealed my fate.
Sometimes I wish it wasn't true, I'm blue.
I travel by hot balloons, up over the shining moon.
My green friends are all there.
They drink champagne and have fine hair.
Sometimes I wish the answers true, I'm blue.
My desert home's all washed away, blues from the sky a grainy haze.
The rainbow's red and colored too.
The pot of gold is lost somewhere.
Sometimes I sit and inhale fumes, I'm blue.
And I just don't know what to do.
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9. |
Tiny Man
03:27
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Tiny Man lives in my head, he tells me when I should go to bed.
He tells me which of the colors is red, and all he asks is that he be fed.
Oh.
Tiny Man what can I do?
I'm in your head your in mine too.
Tiny Man what can I say when I don't know how long you can stay?
Tiny Man lives in my brain, but now it seems he caught his train.
Everyone said a man with a cane just couldn't be real, I'm just insane.
Oh.
Don't leave me hanging, don't leave me hanging here. I'm always home. Call the telephone.
Dresses me in all black.
Tells me that I've got a knack for doing things and to never look back.
But wonders what qualities I lack.
Oh.
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10. |
Fishin'
02:36
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Me and you are like fish in the sea, I caught you and you caught me.
We both took turns casting out, I never really had a doubt.
All this wonder no longer prolonged, who knew Fishin could be so fun.
I'll never stop to regret old ways, without thinking of my Fishin days.
If I ever get Fishin again, I think I'd reel my pole back on before I catch something I can't keep, and leave myself on the water weeping.
All this wonder no longer prolonged, who knew Fishin could be so wrong.
I'll never stop to regret old ways,
Without thinking of my Fishin days.
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11. |
The Morning
03:36
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Peeling chipped off paint.
Steering to my place.
Waiting to erase.
Open up the gates.
Blood from above, raining down like love
On my head, happy day.
I can't command everything I am.
I'll worry and say okay.
Empty out the pools.
Stretching all the rules.
Spinning balls of clay.
Wake up every day.
My heart can't take taking things like breaks.
I'm stirring in my brain.
What can you do when the world hates you?
Just smile and say okay.
The Morning's not far away.
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12. |
Upstairs, Man
04:29
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I’m gonna give it back to you.
If there’s anything I can do, don’t hesitate to ask.
I’m here while the moment lasts, I can’t imagine anyway.
I’ve been in some kind of funk, can’t seem to get it done.
Surrounding thoughts closing, abusing myself within.
There’s no matter anyway.
Give myself 50 days, to find myself 50 days.
To get my letter sent to you.
I wish I was there I’m true, I can’t imagine anyway.
Upstairs, Man.
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13. |
Eazy to Peel
05:37
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Bigfoot Isn't real, you get my feel?
Our land is so brown, leave your coat on.
Not sure if you are lying, not sure how I feel.
The fact that I am striving, makes me eazy to peel.
In my small town, I surround time.
With old time poems, outdated rhymes.
It’s all gone, everything.
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14. |
Your Sweet Love
03:58
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In my fixed situation I contemplate relations with a glove.
I have left all the best thoughts and solemn patience on a rug.
With my feet I will run, scraping up the ground.
With my arms I will feel, all the air rush around my love, my love.
I'm still trying, there's no denying your sweet love.
I am stepping past the edge, of your sweet love.
In the day we had life, one I never knew.
It was safe for awhile, dust gone through the roof in the back of my car, screaming like a clown.
At the end of the night, we were both let down, my love, my love.
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the Ryne Experience Lowell, Michigan
Born out of Lego ashes that never ignited, the Ryne EXP was born with singer songwriter Ryne Clarke and his friends. Anywhere from mindless static to lush pop tunes. The experience is what you get out of it.
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