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Calling on Stars
Oh never on what we are
A little less than the sum of our parts
Lay down your arms,
Sworn to protect all the best parts
The best part is,
Your Soft Heart was made to break apart
Collect whats left and restart.
Its falling apart
Planets, Gasses, and False Alarms
We're constantly conscious
and want it to STOP!
Retrace the arc
a decade of pacing engraved
And embrace that Mark-
Your false start
Your Lost Heart
Was made to RIP APART,
Starve
And restart
It isn't that hard
Aren't we all made of stars?
That swell burst and restart?
Swell, Burst & Restart.
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2. |
Naive Dream
04:05
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Wait.
Is is too late to take anything
home for keeping's sake?
On the wall is a picture frame
like an iron gate awaiting its break.
Is it true?
Is it true that you knew?
Is it true that you knew I would wake
with nothing to say?
Who let you in here?
And how long are you planning on
staying?
Don't just go running away with these
hearts all in boxes
There's no room for locks
We're all doors you keep closing
For a cool conversation
You're locked in the basement
Hey.
You know, I'm not one for Fate but its so
strange how it all relates
Standing here now I wait for something
to take this away.
If its true?
If its true that I knew...
If its true that I knew I should wait
All for that day
She took me to Heaven
Just to say I can't stay
Its cold on this Earth but I'm OK
She wants me Screaming Out
Nothing short of Pretty Sound
To keep soft, her Lovers Cloud
A promise on paper-
Could anybody save her?
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3. |
Fantasia No.1
04:18
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Statuette
08:32
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See him on the empty street
Trying bad to keep a beat
With just two feet
Wondering what could be
What could be?
You walk into the room
Silence begins to sing a tune
Love is ticking like a clock
In perfect time you watch
Just like you thought it would be.
This begins the list
Of things with which you couldn't live.
I've seen familiar tragedy
The taste of You and Me
If its not what we want
Then its got to be fought.
Statuette
The image I won't soon forget
(don't forget, don't forget)
Its there and it stares
Completely unaware
Of its shining, inviting
"Won't you come play with us?"
Pull the string
We all know what it will sing
This Marionette puts on the the play
Without asking a question
"Won't you come play Charades?"
Sing, the wait is over now
No one knows where it goes
But somehow
This Heart
Is Ticking like a Bomb
Just hoping to go off
To thoughts of you.
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Sleep, Just as easy as it used to be
Long before dawning days
of heavy weights
They surface when the night is late.
No longer Impervious
to Impermanence
A Chemical to ingest
A pretty Girl to undress
A crowd to Impress
Anything
Anything to get somewhere...
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6. |
Fantasia No. 2
02:06
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7. |
Beg Borrow and Steal
01:43
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Do you see what I have here?
I hold it so tight
I think I just might
show it off to all of my friends
And when this ends, we can all pretend
That we couldn't have helped you
if we played again
And the rain will you away
with no explanation
No one to chase
You can never erase
You have a date with space and time that
no one else can take
off the weight of the day on your face
That's wearing no mask
And no signs of shame
Could somebody pull me out?
There's a lost man inside of this shell
that I found
It's warm enough to numb the pain
And it never rains
Children play and I pretend
So I don't have to change
Expect me to lie,
but I NEVER wanted to steal
Your happiness upon my chest
Is weight enough to make me rest
Till tomorrows test
could keep them at bay
And I'll live to fuck up one more day.
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8. |
Song One
03:32
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9. |
Of Levity And Longing
03:20
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I haven't been waiting on this moment
Not for Lady Luck to build me up
We're not getting down
Being lost or found
Its all beautiful now.
We stumbled through Darkness
with Coupled Footsteps
Spring there, noticed your stare
And she didn't care what you picked off
and put in your hair
I could have died right there
(this is fading away)
The destiny of Levity is Longing
So eventually belonging to her Gravity
Is not falling for the Tragedy.
I swear we saw this world in bloom
Inciting us to follow too
The stage is set
The curtain moves...
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Wandering
01:58
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Its not the kind of day when we used to
be ashamed
So take a break from blame
Enjoy that honest mistake we all made
The closer I get to myself
I can see how conveniently
Friends all just end up on shelves
This thin separation is not me
Some disease of naivety
Seeing neither Forest or one Tree
I'd deny the Forest for one Tree
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11. |
Abandon Ship
04:09
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Eclipse the Sun
Anyone would escape in that shade
you've made.
Despite fair Warning, the news of you
Waning eludes
I choose not to move
I choose the moon.
So did you get all your money's worth?
Cause nothing's worse than delivering
her first abandonment
No I can not pretend
I'm fuckin stuck again
I was never good at faking it
If outside were as warm as this bed
I could rest my head
But faking it seemed much bigger than
leaving
(stay, stay , stay , stay....)
Wide Eyes
Lunar Lights
Collide with dying stars
Shred your map and our plans to come
back
Soon that moon will leave you
Too deep the sea would be to ever swim
We'll never win in a ship made of this
Linen
Don't start growing so nostalgic
For some place we've never even been
If outside were as warm as this bed
I could rest my head
Leaving was just something that I could
live with.
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Mark Mullen Portland, Oregon
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