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Youth
03:20
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(Instrumental)
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Evangeline
05:12
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The noise was such a warm tone.
It was almost a drone.
Now I'm searching for a spark,
And for the carousel in the park.
Where you talked with me,
And we shared our schemes for the future.
It was nice to hear from you,
Evangeline.
It seems that I’m always screwed over.
Too many ailments, lucky clovers
Won’t help me much at all now.
My fate is subject to every beck and call
Of misery and opportunity.
Tell me the odds:
Will I live to see it through,
Evangeline?
You were always so kind it seems,
And now it’s been ingrained in me.
Even if I leave I know I will be on your team
Forever.
It might be difficult to manage,
Not having you around.
But I’ll get better, I’ll get steady,
I’ll make a life, and I’ll make you proud.
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3. |
Strike a Nerve
05:36
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When you were young you were fine,
Innocent and kind.
No problems, no troubles to mark your mind.
Now you’re challenging perceptions.
Got new attire and changed your looks
To accommodate the soul that shook.
A personality that gave more than it took,
A genuine reflection.
This is me.
This is what I look like.
Sometimes I think I’m just a mirror to everyone I meet.
I’ll become a carbon copy, try to fit like a puzzle piece.
My overall character lacks individuality,
But it might just be in my mind, so that’s fine with me.
This is me.
This is what I look like.
I can’t stay in the same place much longer,
I can feel the tension.
Late nights and small fights, the discomfort
Is too much to mention.
But I love you, so I’ll separate peacefully.
Strike a nerve! Quick, on your feet.
Crack a smile like it’s easy.
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4. |
Dream Sequence
03:26
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(Instrumental)
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Marrow
07:04
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Tires on pavement, and your house in the rearview.
The sun won’t rise for about another hour or two.
Look at the map, find the highway.
How long is the drive?
Do you have some CDs or funny stories to tell?
‘Cause I could really use a pick-me-up.
I’m jumping into the unknown.
Then I realized I was talking to myself.
Well I’m scared, I’m petrified,
That all our connection might be lost overnight.
I’m starting over again.
We’re all starting over again.
Maybe things won’t work out as well as you’d want them to.
It’s a thought that naturally occurs in life after youth.
Open the door, turn the lights on.
Place the box on the couch.
I stole some coffee from the last hotel.
Would you like some? It’s not bad.
Kind of bitter, nothing else.
Then I realized...
I realized...
I’m leaving, ‘cause I'm always wanting more
I'll be fine, my bones are not yet sore.
I will chase the fading afterglow.
'Cause there's so many places left to go.
And I'll be sure to visit, if you really wish it so.
I'll tell you stories of the snow.
And it'll feel good to be self-sufficient.
And it'll feel good to cook for myself in the kitchen.
And I'm excited, but I'm borderline insane.
I'll think it over and dream about it
Time and time and time and time again.
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Claustrophobia
03:12
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They cramp me in tight
To make me think
I have nowhere to run.
I have no air to breathe.
I belong to the other side.
I have no business here
Behind enemy lines.
The people they push and shove
Each other all of the time
With egotistical minds.
Oh man, that's exactly what I need!
Someone to show me
How to walk,
How to talk,
How to act,
What to think.
Claustrophobia...
The flashing lights
And big bright colors
Were made to lead me on I fear.
They get inside my head
To the point where I can't even hear
What I am trying to say,
What I am trying to articulate.
The words come falling out my mouth
In a distorted state.
Claustrophobia...
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Chinese New Year
02:55
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I went up to you because the alcohol went through me.
Pretty flowers and paper streamers, I think it was New Year's Eve.
I don't know how I got there,
I was pushed in by the crowd.
People moving around the room while you and I claimed the couch.
I don't know where I belong,
But it seemed like you needed a friend to me.
Bottle rockets in rusty stairwells keeping up the excitement.
Climbing down to the first story as our shoes fly across the cement.
Paper lanterns light the streets red,
And the stars remind us we're not gods.
Misty city, save my soul! Scare the spirits and send us love.
I don't know where I belong.
I don't know where I went wrong.
Who we are is who we want to be.
In the dark!
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8. |
Vietor (The Wind)
03:36
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When the room comes crashing down,
I will stay outside,
Out of the way,
Inside the warmth of my veins.
Pure emotion threatens to lay waste to what's left of me.
I run free.
When the wind rises,
I stand tall and strong,
Beside myself.
I belong within the silence.
I want to scream bloody murder and live on with what's left in me.
I run free.
I fly with the wind, kick the dirt up,
Get scrapes on my knees.
There's no rest for me in this moment,
There's joy that I see.
No time to think, just have to run.
Just have to find my way out.
My heart will never know fear,
It will never know doubt.
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Mechanical Failure
06:39
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Watching airplanes fly over the telephone wires.
Spinning propellers and big smoking engines,
All firing in time.
I fly my kite and memorize the digits in your number.
I'll call with the landline so I won't miss a word.
Your voice sounds lifeless through the speakers,
But it's not due to the circuitry.
The tone of your words makes me weaker,
But I know you'll do great without me.
Looking out to the tide wondering if it's getting higher.
Sun-faded hanger walls and control towers
Add to the landscape's outline.
I close my eyes and you tell me about dreams you had last night.
A fire, a crash site, and voices that weren't yours.
My words carry doubt within them,
It's inevitable, you've told me many times,
But I never understood it then.
Mechanical failure! I can't speak.
I've been stuck... for days.
Just waiting for an ending I didn't know I could make.
The red lights are glaring,
And the siren is blaring,
And the radio is breaking up.
The static is scaring me.
The co-pilot panics
Over all of the dials.
I brace for impact and think of a face I haven't seen in a while.
And now I can't picture it right,
But I still remember.
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Forgotten
04:42
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I've forgotten what it's like
To hold my own,
And I've forgotten what it's like
To hear your voice on the phone.
What it's like
To mend my own soul,
Looping the stitches through
One-by-one.
Illuminated windowsills
Spell out my dreams.
The latch is jammed and the glass is thick,
So I let out a silent scream.
And I wait until the fall of night
Like a criminal in chains,
So I can stare out all the windowsills
And see my shrouded pain.
We carry ourselves oh-so-well,
But everyone has stories. Hell,
Some may be just lies!
And I want so badly to break the glass,
But another story blocks my past.
I'm afraid of what might be outside.
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Painkillers
04:32
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Can anyone please answer these questions? I implore.
My mind is stuck here on the couch but my body's halfway out the door.
And you and me watch newsreels from the night before.
A plane crashed in the ocean and the UN's trying to stop another war.
The morning is so calm and soft, and the sunlight calls my name,
And your whistling in the hallway is such a sweet refrain
That I can replay over and over again inside my little head.
Something to keep me grounded as the anchorman speaks of the dead.
All we can see is darkness,
Even though the sun may shine bright today.
And if you try to look happy,
You're considered selfish in your ways.
But nothing's ever going to get better,
Unless there's something to kill the pain.
Yeah, nothing's ever going to get better,
Unless we all help to ease the pain...
Oh, your sweet refrain.
I walk into the morning haze and see the moon and sun.
One is growing dimmer as the other kills its only love.
The two of them watch in silence, the world coming undone.
A failing love to compliment the tragedy, their only son.
All we can see is darkness,
Even though the sun may shine bright today.
And if you try to look happy,
You're considered selfish in your ways.
But nothing's ever going to get better,
Unless there's something to kill the pain.
Yeah, nothing's ever going to get better,
Unless we all help to ease the pain...
Oh, your sweet refrain.
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Space Cadets
04:31
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Connected by a thread of consciousness,
All the thoughts, dreams, and fabricated myths,
Overreactions, and unresolved conflicts.
It starts with a phrase that unfolds to calamity.
Every thought intricate and plagued by insanity.
A violent sadness with overarching beauty.
Will there be war soon?
Should I try to leave?
The taste of apples makes me think of simpler things...
I swear my mind was sharper when I was sixteen.
You keep mouthing your sentiment,
And the repetition kills me.
But I escape through my bedroom window,
And into the quiet morning.
Never take the same way twice in where I go,
No one has to know.
If thoughts are mere electrical connections,
I’m just trying to find the signal flow.
I don’t mean to be unresponsive,
I’m just trying my best.
Our lives may be tiny blips in time,
But it doesn’t make me love them any less.
So many deadlines,
Will you ever be done?
Remember the way your skin feels when it burns in the sun...
Space cadet, you’re still taking it in all at once.
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Nova
05:04
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Taken back by something found in fleeting daydream thought.
Knowing what was once will soon be no more,
And learning to work with what may come.
Nothing is permanent,
But comforts of the past aren't easy to ignore.
Daybreak again! No more following trends of long held toxic habits.
Connecting with friends that don't make me feel like a hunted rabbit,
And it's nice to try being more charismatic.
No plans in particular, while heading for the door.
Fate is unforgiving,
But believing that won't help with anything, I'm sure.
Why am I always searching for some beautiful rebellious debutant?
Just like the past, which I tend to romanticize.
Taking in the clarity of this second life,
And within it I’ll build a little shrine.
‘Cause the starlight won’t last forever,
And I’ll laugh it off when I’m grown.
But for now everything burns brighter,
And feels lighter in this new home.
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14. |
Rain Boots
05:20
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It was completely different.
She was my friend, you see.
You might not understand,
But it's a simple thing.
She was my first love.
You are my first lover.
She played cards on my rug.
You woke up in my covers.
Old faces will linger,
No matter how many new ones fall in their place.
Delicate art of suppression,
But the memories will always remain.
Destiny is just hoping for things to appear.
This city is starting to take its toll on me,
And everyone I've come to know.
And in the rain, we shiver,
To try to protect the warmth in our bones.
Inseparable, now we're parted.
When I left, it wasn't to escape.
I won't forget where we started.
Your spark made me feel unscathed.
Now I know I can carry the weight.
Part of me hopes that nothing will change if we meet again.
It might feel like everything's ending,
But you still have your skin to cling to.
Trust me when I tell you it'll be okay to start new.
And it's a free-for-all summer,
Just like the ones I used to know.
We'll face the darker days and morning haze with rain boots,
And some wonder.
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Suitcase Runaway Cleveland, Ohio
Four-piece "sunshine-infused" folk-rock band hailing from Cleveland, Ohio.
Short stories
told in song, reflecting on friends, family, love, and individuality.
New single and music video "Strike A Nerve" out now!
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