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Gray Sleeps
05:21
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Gray sleeps, gray sleeps
All along the avenue
Slumber in motion
A peculiar notion
Gray sleeps, Gray sleeps
Gray’s a television star
Barely feels the camera roll
Like he’s not broadcasting at all
Oh and chest bees rumble
Like twitches in the night, twitches in the night
Some stimulus reaches him
And he stirs about in dark, stirs about in dark
Oh cherished and secret
Moment of deprivation
A dream withheld within a dream
Gray sleeps, Gray sleeps
Upon a tower top
Speaking through intercom
Through the crackle and the spark
Gray sleeps, Gray sleeps
Gray has been asleep for years
Funny he hardly seems to care
Funny he hardly seems to care
Oh and eyelids flutter
And light shines through the screen
But if he saw a sunlit window
Could he even stand the beams
Oh cherished and secret
Moment of revelation
A dream withheld within a dream
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2. |
Epilogue
03:29
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Filling space
Submerged towns
Mouths they make
Pretty sounds
Shake some shoulders
Hold a gaze
Ask a question
Find escape
Stranger’s eyes
Ocean floor
Well of pain
I’ll never know
Shake some shoulders
Hold a gaze
Ask a question
Find escape
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3. |
Amnesiac
05:11
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Hollow ring
Empty miles
Clots of ash
Cloud his eyes
Mutter on
Wilted child
Chloroform
Chamomile
Pity poor Amnesiac
Crumpled notes, cataracts
Stays defensively docile
Nod and smile, smile
Frozen frame
Static hum
Conducting
Espionage
Endless halls
Yawning on
Changing shape
Losing form
Pity poor Amnesiac
Crumpled notes, cataracts
Stays defensively docile
Nod and smile, smile
Make a game of it
Watch for the sun
Fold the edges in
Until the dawn comes
You can get so small that you’re nearly gone
You can get so small that you’re nearly gone
Make a game of it
Watch for the sun
Fold the edges in
Until the dawn comes and comes
You can get so small that you’re nearly gone
You can get so small that you’re nearly gone
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4. |
Give Up
06:07
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Maybe when we were kids we were brighter
Now we’re always asking for a lighter
But we can’t know
So we won’t
I know you’re right that there’s room for improvement
Long as you can keep yourself in motion
But it hurts
And it’s gonna hurt a long time
But it hurts
I don’t think it’s gonna stop
I give up on groping for the edge
It’s stronger now
To let yourself sink in
Give my regards
To the jailers of the damned
Take your time
Cause I am done running
Do whatever you can to feel something
Then it only lasts for one small moment
Pay attention
Before it’s gone
You can say everything you’ve been thinking
Uncover the darkness you have hidden
But it’s never
Never quite enough dear
No it’s never
Never quite enough
I give up on groping for the edge
It’s stronger now
To let yourself sink in
Give my regards
To the jailers of the damned
Take your time
Cause I am done running
Lead your consequences around in spirals
Looking for an ounce of complete control
Thinking it’s there
When it’s not
You can run from everyone you lean on
In search of a new way to keep the heat on
If it’s out there
Let me know
Gonna need
Something for the flood
I give up on groping for the edge
It’s stronger now
To let yourself sink in
Give my regards
To the jailers of the damned
Take your time
Cause I am done running
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5. |
Complicated
04:54
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You know how to keep
It complicated
Don’t know what to do so I
Stay sedated
Learn to trim my speech
To acceptable fragments
Their neutrality, I know
Promises nothing
If you come here
I can try to make some room
My friend
Up in the rafters
You’ll have trouble finding a place
To rest
We have to scream love
Once in a while
Or else be turned to styrofoam
I’d rather risk it
Shaking the earth
Than be together and alone
We cannot name the beast
So we exchange symbols
In choosing what is on TV
I hide a loaded gun
We cannot bear the cold
So we intertwine our limbs
But even when we’re pressed so close
I still feel nothing
A tide is rising
It turns just beneath our rituals
A slow tune
We can ignore it
But it’s gonna make its presence known
Quite soon
We have to scream love
Once in a while
Or else be turned to styrofoam
I’d rather risk it
Shaking the earth
Than be together and alone
We have to scream love
Once in a while
Or else be turned to styrofoam
I’d rather risk it
Shaking the earth
Than be together and alone
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6. |
Chameleon
09:40
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There’s no one
Over your shoulder, over your shoulder
Be comfortable Chameleon
Chameleon, Chameleon
Stuck up in a tiny world of angels fluttering their wings as they pass you by
Falling into smaller spaces
Oh no here comes conversation kill the time
Keep a pocket full of questions and swallowed inhibitions
With your thoughts in ancient language
With your thoughts in ancient language
There’s no one
Over your shoulder, over your shoulder
Be comfortable Chameleon
Chameleon, Chameleon
They’ve all got guns in their pockets, a requirement for the hive mind
They’ll shatter the glass to pieces
Oh no here comes conversation kill the time
I can’t tell quite how to feel well that’s alright just rewind the reel
Tape slips inside of your ear it intertwines to clustered nothing
There’s no one
Over your shoulder, over your shoulder
Be comfortable Chameleon
Chameleon, Chameleon
Atmospheres and blurring shades can feel like
Can feel like circles
Going in circles
Over your shoulder
Getting older
You don’t have to spend your time
Trembling at all you see
Growing pains and make believe
Growing pains and make believe
We flake off fragments of ourselves
For only some to see
You don’t know that isn’t me
You don’t know that isn’t me
Don’t it get a little lonesome
Don’t it get a little lonesome
Don’t it get a little lonesome
Don’t it get a little lonesome
We're collecting branches to build a shelter
We're putting our footprint in a path that’s been walked and worn
We're rolling stones gathering moss
Wilderness is beautiful and you are
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7. |
Boston
10:39
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Oh my god, what is it
That we have been left with
The ground moved beneath our feet
We didn’t know we had to check it
Barely let myself touch the floor
Taking notes on if to get out
There isn’t much I wouldn’t do
To hear three more words come out of your mouth
Put a blanket in the back seat
Threw out the spare tire
I hurtle towards Boston at seventy miles per hour
Haven’t heard from you much this week
So my heart beat refuses to slow down
Bite my knuckles in the lobby
Thinking your arrival will bring my relief
It lasts for one long embrace
Then dissolves as we approach the street
Wander ‘round with a vice-grip smile
A couple blocks until you express doubt
You feel you’re split in two and
Part of you needs to be left to rot
Weep in view of passerby
Your old self still refuses to die
You’ve leveled worn down walls
A new life calls so loudly that it hurts
Honey
When you met me
We were scrapyard kids
Wounded children
Took me
Half a century
For my fingers to wrap around your hands
And I’m glad they did
We learned to relinquish
Fragile defenses
Become warm oblivion
Too much time left to say goodbye
We share long silences and get high
Lacking in predilection
I pick a direction and I drive
Scanning block after city block
Pinning hopes on an empty parking lot
The American Legion isn’t dead
But at least has a spot
We get lost in the lock of eyes
For a moment I swear it's alright
Caught in the afterglow
I didn’t know it would be the last time
Humid in September chill
Keep ourselves below the windowsill
I ask if you can try to save us
And you promise that you will
Honey
When you met me
We were scrapyard kids
Wounded children
Took me
Half a century
For my fingers to wrap around your hands
And I’m glad they did
We learned to relinquish
Fragile defenses
Become warm oblivion
Found an oasis
Hidden from the merciless
We will never be
What we were ever again
Pandora’s box is open
Buried sentiments flow
In streams out to the ocean
I’m far away from home
Stop the search of hindsight
Let tangled threads go
Amelia I loved you
That’s all I need to know
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Moving Day Belchertown, Massachusetts
Moving Day describes themselves as “synth pop for buzzkills.” Their keyboard based sound is rounded out by electric cello. Vocalist Robbie Juarez varies his approach from a murmur to falsetto while telling stories through strings of images.
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