1. |
The Light
01:45
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It's been four years since
I first sat down and wrote
a song
I could've put them up on the shelf
but I've learned too much about myself
to think that any other place was better
than here
And so I walk away into the night
Until I can no longer use my sight
To look back upon the living that I've done
with reproach
A destination quite unknown
And though I prefer to write alone
These songs will light my way
These songs will light my way
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2. |
Excelsior
03:37
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I am tired
of the lights and buzz
I am tired
of suburbia because,
there's a yearning deep inside me
because life will pass me by
there's something swimming pools and driveways
could never satisfy
I'm headin' north
its as simple as that
pack my car
there's no lookin back
I'm so sick of seeing people
I don't care about from high school
that I've been hiding from in grocery stores
and I feel like such a fool
Where your identity is crafted
from your khakis or your car
where you're judged upon your smallest things
that don't make you who you are.
I'm headin' north
its as simple as that
pack my car
there's no lookin back
No goodbyes
because I know that I'll see you
but sometime later
and I'll be only passing through
And there's no one that's out there
that can tell me why
sitting safe upon the ground is better
than climbing to the sky
And if there's something I'm missing
from your white picket fence life
then please tell me about your circumstances
that you've made into your wife.
So I won't be around again
No I won't be around again.
'Cause I'm headin' north
no institution's need
I'm headin' north
like the planting of a seed
I'll grow and change
though I might look strange
but I know that I am free
among the trees and breeze and rivers
that go as far as I can see
and if ever you fear
that I am nowhere near
you'll hear me singin'
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3. |
Being a Superhero
02:36
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Well here we go again
I haven't even ate
Something happened last night
I have to go investigate
The city lights are shining
bright in my eye
as I suit up again and give
this superhero thing a try
And all the people
and all the fights
and all the trouble
and all the lights
Can't they just help themselves?
They can save this place
I want to remove this mask
and just let them see my face
I used to enjoy these superpowers
flying high was cool
but am I role model
or just society's fool?
Now I'm stealing fame
from frustrated cops
in this job I just can't handle
I grew tired of living life
issue to issue
panel to panel
And it's all just comical to you
It's all just comical to you
And all the people
and all the fights
and all the trouble
and all the lights
Can't they just help themselves?
They can save this place
I want to remove this mask
and just let them see my face
I just want to walk in the light of day
and let them see my face
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4. |
Sirens
01:39
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It's become increasingly difficult
to keep my head clear of confusion
and the difference between then
and now
and I understand
you said some things that you don't mean
but words are just words and we're human
and now it's just history to me
But believe me
if history is right about something
it's that I won't survive without looking
upon myself and being able to call this life
my own
and I can't hear your voice
over the sirens
they may be coming for me
if I take a step closer.
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This song is about the conversation I had with a good friend over her first child. It had been mulled over for a while, and then it all came out the day that baby was born.
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6. |
August
02:28
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I was excited
to jump into life and make a brand new start
of the story that I've lived with all my heart
to see the world and all it's faces
to see the world and all it's places
And now we're out
shotgunned into the world
without a doubt
of where we'd rather be
than where we are
and the space between has never felt so far
from dreams we had in May
and life today
But I know that it'll get better
I know that I'll be alright
I've always pulled through
Because I'm usually the kind friend who shines bright
But this year in late August
it's different
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7. |
September
04:20
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For five years I've been fighting
High school expectations that I've grown to hate
And they've always loomed in the shadows
At times when I felt like that it was too late
To pull myself up by my bootstraps
Because my life wasn't following the script
And all that I worked for came short
That I hadn't lived right; that my wings were clipped
I've been trying to look at it different
And I'll admit: the blame's on me too
For falling in line with the system
I was seventeen. What was I to do?
And maybe those people aren't all bad
I recognize how true this could be
But I don't really care about you now
Because you never cared about me
And so we'll stop in the mall
And both put on a face
Of faked interest and wonder
About where we are in the race
But I don't give a shit about your brand new Volkswagon
and I don't give a shit about your apartment in Brooklyn
and I don't give a shit about your grad school applications
and I don't give a shit about your selfie on the beach
and I don't give a shit about your nostalgia for high school
and I don't give a shit about your Buzzfeed and wine
and I don't give a shit about your Carribbean photos
and I don't give a shit about your opinion at all
It's taken five years to realize
that there is no right way down this road
And the only thing we might ever share
Is an area code
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8. |
22 and Older
04:02
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A lot can change in a year
Same body, different mind
365 days in the books
but I'm no longer blind
It's funny how the first birthday
that you're not supposed to wish for
turns out to be the time that you see
it's not just fun anymore
Because I've gotta make my own way
Come up swinging at the day
We're 22 and older
and we can't forget the days
where we were told to dream and think big
and when went our seperate ways
'cause we found
that life isn't all what we thought it was
It'll break your back
That's just what it does
The time for feeling victimized is over
There's only a few people that can save us from ourselves
It's not that we were fooled, we are just flawed
with participation trophies on our shelves
I'd thought I'd finally made it
I was finally old enough to buy a drink
But if you ask me now I'd tell you
I was not yet wise enough to think
Because I've gotta make my own way
Come up swinging at the day
We're 22 and older
and we can't forget the days
where we were told to dream and think big
and when went our seperate ways
'cause we found
that life isn't all what we thought it was
It'll break your back
That's just what it does
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9. |
Neverland
07:22
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There's no right way
to write this all down
but for now
we look it in the eye
childhood fading with the night
and answers leaving through the curtains
Between the sounds of thought
we might catch something
but the void fills my hand
where sparks once left
It's the feather in the storm
the rain on the window
when I can't tell where we're going
or if we'll get there
You've got your Heaven
And I'm scared of dying
But I'm more afraid
that I won't live at all.
But all we can hope for is to not turn around
because we might miss what lies ahead.
and our story is too long
for pages to hold.
And our story will go on
but change, I am told
is one thing that we must
let unfold
because our bodies may age
but we'll never feel old
So just say
and we'll fly on the wind someday
Let go of the ground
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10. |
Orion
06:34
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Winter wind
bite my nose.
A jacket's not enough,
to ignore your prose.
Mother nature tell me stories
on this tranquil night.
Campfire tales
under orange streetlights.
We're always seeking,
searching,
with passion burning.
Wishing, hoping
we'll find the way,
to love and laughter,
happy ever after.
How did the stars get
so bright?
How was there a meaning
behind that fight?
On this roadside reflection
my soul will thrive
because I don't just exist,
I feel alive.
On this wet grass
I'll lay down.
I can see the sky so clear
without your telescope of brown.
Footprints in the dust
on a full moon beaming,
how can I party like a rockstar,
when a roof keeps me from dreaming?
Without a rocket
I danced through the sky
I felt the thrill of flight
on this dirt where I lie.
On the red dust of Mars,
I stood tall.
My problems on that blue dot
weren't so big after all.
How did the stars get
so bright?
How was there a meaning
behind that fight?
On this roadside reflection
my soul will thrive
because I don't just exist,
I feel alive.
And I won't need my bloody hands
to feel my warm smile,
as I lie in the shattered glass
and breathe deep for a while.
I'll forget about the crash,
because the stars are bright,
and I'll look up and watch,
Orion fight the bull tonight.
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11. |
Ignition
05:58
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Turn the key
Start the flame
Fog, heat, motion
In the concrete ocean
Is there a fog outside the glass?
Or fog inside my mind?
I'll watch the clock, I'll watch the sky
but still I won't know why
Now this highway is twisting
like a barber's pole
where you bled me out
but I didn't have a doubt
that everything you did, everything you said
had it's rhyme and reason
I wish I'd stopped but once
to shine the silver platter
I used to show my excuses for you
I wonder if I'd see
my face in the reflection
or the mask that had become my skin?
But now I see clearly
Clear as glass
The only thing keeping the wind
from blowing you out of my head
I took the key out of my back
you won't wind me up again
I won't sing for you anymore
I won't make excuses for you anymore
I put on the same clothes
that I wore yesterday
Because tears dry, and lies die
but the sun it always rises in the morning
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