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Eels and Time
04:04
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We were standing on the bank of the stream
Fishing pole’s in your hand, and i just laughed and screamed
There’s an eel at the end of the line
There’s an eel at the end of the line
You’re standing on the bank of a dream
It’s out of our hands, and the world is a grey color scheme
There’s a feeling to losing our time
There’s no healing we’re just losing time
Please, please stay, just one more day
It doesn’t have to be eels, just time
Please, please, stay, just one more holiday
It doesn’t have to be eels just time
Just time (tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.)
We’re sitting surrounded by cars
Old ones with wings and bikes with high handlebars
And a fake Elvis sings blue suede shoes
And a fake Elvis sings blue suede shoes
You’re about to be one with the stars
How’d I not realize goodbye would be so hard
Can you stay if you flat out refuse
Can you stay if I beg not to lose
Please stay, Please stay, just one more day
It doesn’t have to be blue suede just time
Please, please, stay, don’t fade away
It doesn’t have to be blue suede just time
Just time (tick tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick)
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2. |
Aluminium Suds
05:41
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What is it I've forgotten?
Where did I leave myself?
Did I leave me at the lakeshore?
I don't know, I don't know.
I'm becoming number now.
I let the tide wash me away.
It's kind of funny how far you can fall
when you get pushed out of your way.
I can't remember what my pride feels like
I can't remember what my teeth feel like
I can't remember what my face feels like
I can only feel aluminum suds, now
Aluminum suds
Aluminum suds
It was so easy to forget the inhibitions
I had worked so hard to rebuild
And it's so easy to grasp
Another neck of another bottle when
It helps you to forget
Fermented wheat and broken dreams
Is that all that's left of me?
I can't remember what my pride feels like
I can't remember what my teeth feel like
I can't remember what my face feels like
I can only feel aluminum suds, now
Aluminum suds
Aluminum suds
How easy it is to slip into the tide
How easy it is to fall inside (tonight)
Aluminum suds because I can't afford glass suds
or All of the fancier fermentation that tastes better than guilt
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3. |
Dandelion and Stone
04:58
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i've always wanted to be a blossom on a tree
but i'm just a flower on the ground, just a small yellow weed
and the sun and the stars are moving 'round above me
and the world passes me by
'cuz weeds don't have mouths to sigh
and weeds don't have eyes to cry
oh i wish i could see some reflection of me
where dandelions are beautiful too
so blow me away make a wish on me
cuz i'll be here but then i'll be gone
but if seedpods can fly there's still hope for me
so i'll float on the breeze til i'm strong
i've always wanted to be an albatross
wings spread i could escape away to sea away from all that's been haunting me
but i am a stone lodged on a cliff
close enough to touch the sky
and the ocean's on my lips
and the wind's at my fingertips
oh i wish i could see some reflection of me
where old worn down stones are beautiful too
so roll me away and be done with me
cuz i'm too planted on this ground
but if stone can last a thousand years
i'll stay grounded until i've come round
oh i wish i could see some reflection of me
where dandelions and stone
are beautiful too
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4. |
(good ol) cottonmouth
06:28
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see track 3
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Rowan S. Avery Oakland, California
stage name:
bee.knee.exe
experimental musician interested in breaking boundries between genre, medium, and people
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