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Headland
02:30
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I found it in the wreckage of these bones
a quiet season now to have and hold
and in my mind it’s mine to make or miss
so I’m harvesting what's left to make it fit
honest is as honest does I know
but I honestly can’t seem to let it show
everything has changed I feel the same
still stuttering and fumbling through the day
still stuttering and fumbling through the day
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Haunted, Maybe
04:33
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I think about it now and then,
all the angry little monsters
that we love to keep locked up in our heads
you've got a crucifix around your neck,
but you don't even notice
that you're stabbing all your brothers in the back
well maybe
we're haunted
by the sound
a heart makes when there's no one else around
well the winter kind of wraps you up,
but no one notices you're missing
you've been missing out on good good love
we're sinners in a sorry place,
just going back and forth with nothing
but a hope for something holy we can chase
or maybe
we're haunted
by the sound
a heart makes when there's no one else around
you listen to the radio,
and the voices fade to static
just like everybody else you've ever known
you're singing when the sun goes down,
and you're burning gasoline
you don't wave goodbye to sleepy little towns
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the day I was born
you might have sworn
I was doomed from the start
but I bought a knife
and I carried it with me
the rest of my life
I miss you like hell
but there’s colder states calling
and my heart does swell
I've seen how it moves
I came from Ypsilanti,
got the Great Salt Lake blues
I miss Michigan
and all of the places my heart used to swim
and all of the ghosts that I knew back then
well all of my friends
they've got stars in their eyes
hungry hearts in their chests
I’m in a hospital bed
got nothing in my pocket
and a kiss on my head
I miss Michigan
and all of the places my heart used to swim
and all of the ghosts that I knew back then
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4. |
Sleeping Bags
05:18
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the campfire smoke
it settles in my lungs and clothes
it's always been my favorite cologne
and our sleeping bags
are rolled out underneath the stars
don't it make you wonder who you are
that's when I know
that's when I know
I want to be a coyote
want to kiss the stars
and see what they can show me
gonna raise a little hell
then die with my hands dirty
well oh my god
I've never been to Hollywood
but i would bet it's nowhere near as good
as breathing in
way up on this mountain top
I fill my lungs with everything I'm not
that's when I know
that's when I know
I want to be a coyote
want to kiss the stars
and see what they can show me
gonna raise a little hell
then die with my hands dirty
gonna shake it up and soak it in
I found a little grace in Oregon
and I found god in nothing yet
but I still tap my toes with every step
that's when I know
that's when I know
I want to be a coyote
want to kiss the stars
and see what they can show me
gonna raise a little hell
then die with my hands dirty
gonna close my eyes
try to feel what you call holy
so please show me
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Reminders
02:41
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I'm drinking the nectar
of her holy spectre
I miss her company
and I need reminders
oh to be grateful
and nature's on our side
well can you hear her
great grandmother
she whispers you'll be fine
she whispers all the time
well I'm still learning
about my breathing
and silencing my mind
I love my teachers
these hands and fingers
the dirt the rocks the earth the stars and time
my brothers my sisters you and I
well can you hear him
great grandfather
he whispers you'll be fine
he whispers all the time
he whispers all the time
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6. |
You Were An Empty House
04:13
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there's beauty in the bitterness
of every quiet season that we live
you're practicing impermanence
the spring will come and you will run again
you, you knew all along that we were at war
who, were you fighting for the head or the heart?
well you looked like an empty house
with all the lights turned on
we're elements and chemicals
just hungry little animals I know
discovering the wonders of
these trembling hands and what they're trembling from
you, you knew all along that we were at war
who, were you fighting for the head or the heart?
well you looked like an empty house
with all the lights turned on
you'll always be an empty house...
(you'll always be)...
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Thistle, UT
04:05
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I close my eyes
I cross my fingers
hum a little prayer
the canyon walls are
singing softly
I hear them when we linger on
this seasons washed away
looks like we're on our own
it doesn’t hurt that much
we're only skin and bone
I open up these
hands of mine
I have been worshiping the wilderness
and here I find
with open eyes
all that we needed was some stillness
this seasons washed away
looks like were on our own
it doesn’t hurt that much
are we just skin and bone
to live is to feel so heavily
we will die, and float on heavenly
this seasons washed away
looks like were on our own
it doesn’t hurt that much
were more than skin and bone
I close my eyes
I cross my fingers
and hum this little prayer
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8. |
Keep Us Electric
03:04
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before I'm buried in the ground
I'll carve these lines into my face
with every love that I have found
and every sunrise that I chase
keep us electric now
before the closing of the day
I close my eyes, I give thanks
not to pray for better ones
no only more like this to come
keep us electric now
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