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Hurricane Weather
03:14
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It's perfect hurricane weather. This rainstorm will wash away the light on your face. It's like running all day in place.
Now it's all gone to your head. You're falling over. You're losing touch. Your heart's a liar. It's hard to push through it. So you just gotta try a little harder. You've just gotta try a little bit. So try real hard to make it a few feet. Try real hard to maintain your heartbeat.
You’re running away with the wind against your face; all this wind carries away your radio waves, like running all day in place.
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Open Eyes
04:04
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You're in a mood and you want to share, but you open your eyes; the courage makers close theirs. Like a cat left in the cold doesn't trust a living soul, don't be afraid. Don't you lie. Close your open eyes.
It's close enough to chase, but it's ready for a fight. No, it won't be taking everything away.
Throw your heart out and don't you catch it. You better move with the traffic lights in the age of consent and do or die. Close your open eyes.
It's close enough to chase, but the answer makers have no answer. No, it won't be taking everything away.
The sun's always moving. If you don't catch it, in the end it just floats away.
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Boy in a Corner
03:25
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I'm not trying anymore. You treat me like a boy in the corner, on the floor.
You say wait until you're older. You've got your guard up a hundred miles high. Genuine love can't be controlled. I'm breaking down this cage I've built up my whole life.
No love at home anymore; can't find love in this whole wide world anymore, in any form.
You and I walking down along Pontiac. Can you see the rain in the road, and the trouble in my life? You try to make it right. Try to make it right. There's trouble in my life, but you're here beside me.
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Around the Sun
03:54
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I'm bleeding out and the color of it is the color of the dark and rusty sky. They fought me and killed me, but I fought with all my might. I looked to find some meaning, but that might just be a sign that the promise of meaning is a lie.
I know that you and me, baby, will find our way around the sun. We'll be happy when the year is done.
I'm pouring my heart out onto the ground. I'm confused and I want you around.
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Wedding Gown
03:43
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She walks through the forest and down to the river. The river's miles wide. It's been so many years that she's piled under and piled over by time. Close to the pain she'll never touch, a wildflower on a rock; she rises from the quiet ground like the pale, white moonlight through the forest; through her wedding gown.
She'll watch it rise.
She's a butterfly; a gentle curve in a big, hard world of lines. She can't change herself and fly away; spread her wings, she's still the same, failing all the secret rites. Who can spread their wings, lose themselves, just let go and rise?
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Killing Fields
04:55
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The doors slide open, and it's not like I want to stay and burn. I've already run from the sun. Won't the night come in turn, and leave us in the fields all on our own?
Everyone wanted to end the war, but I'd march down the killing fields for you. Relax if I don't know what to do. Relax when I shut down the roads to you.
Who can tell if it's time for more? Read me the laws that say for sure in this dance; a gravitation. Is it by chance and implication?
Woman the day might have us revealed. And, baby, can you see the killing fields? I've already run from the sun. Won't the night come in turn, and leave us in the fields all on our own?
I feel at home on our own. I want to die. I want to heal. I want you here.
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The Fur Trade
Singer/songwriter from Janesville, WI
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