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Moments
04:46
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The present,
It comes and goes.
It’s hard to make it stay beside.
You try so hard to focus on
Your breathing and the pace of life
You’ll write it
On paper notes
And stuff them in your pockets for
The moment that you’re faced with life,
And have to improv through the...
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your mind’s uneasy.
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your voice ain’t loud enough.
But you’ll fake it.
You always did,
When you were told to “be a man.”
The tears, they’ll just go behind.
But you’ll still save them after all these...
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your mind’s uneasy.
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your voice ain’t loud enough.
In due time,
When you have changed,
The fists you hold have lost their rage.
You might now have a child
And peace that you won’t throw behind.
This young one
Will look to you.
They’ll take this lens and look through you.
And if you won’t forget your trials,
You’ll give them all the words they need for...
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your mind’s uneasy.
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your voice ain’t loud enough.
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your mind’s uneasy.
Moments of love,
Moments of strife,
Moments when your voice ain’t loud enough.
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Tired of waiting for what I know should be mine.
Every passing season is another chance left behind.
Prepare for the winter, ‘cause the summer is on its way.
These carefree people need the tunes to rock and sway.
Fifty bucks for gas and a quarter for the memory.
If you don’t reach these people, you’ll be tumbled like the laundry.
Another year — maybe you'll win this time.
Another race — another wait in line.
One more — this one will change it all.
No regrets — better to trip and fall...
I still have to try. This time might be the one that works.
If I miss the chance it’ll really be the one that hurts.
Maybe my folks and friends will see me for who I really am.
To outgrow this pair of shoes, I can no longer stand.
Another year — maybe you'll win this time.
Another race — another wait in line.
One more — this one will change it all.
No regrets — better to trip and fall...
Another year — maybe you'll win this time.
Another race — another wait in line.
One more — this one will change it all.
No regrets — better to trip and fall...
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Overeducated.
Under-stimulated.
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I... You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you need a break!
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me... We, we, we, we, we, we, we...
Is our upbringing a mistake?
Brought our golden stars to interview,
Cherishing our sense of inspiration
A little too much.
We were told that we’re all special ones,
But then too hopeful for a better
Place… a living space.
Overeducated.
Under-stimulated.
Payed in our corporate entry fees.
Bunged it all for As not Cs.
Is this the means we’re working for?
Overeducated.
Under-stimulated
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I... You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you need a break!
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me... We, we, we, we, we, we, we...
Is our upbringing a mistake?
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All the Same
03:14
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I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
You came to me in the middle of the night,
And where did I fit into your picture?
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
You draw well on all my faults.
Or at least I see them that way.
'Cause you're always on your best behaviour,
And somehow that will always make it okay.
Wide open for the whole crowd to look and see.
You left the door ajar.
Lacking order to compose our lines;
Just what we need to stay alive.
We can't believe these words we pitch,
when we’re hungry, and fazed, and wild...
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
I have you.
I hear you.
I see you.
When you come here, I'm gonna let you in all the same.
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Bats
04:19
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Big bats are flying when I pry apart
These dusty trunks.
I am myself pried apart
By nightmares and midnight dunks.
Enough work for thousands,
Like the Great Pyramid.
This monument that we’re trying to build
I cannot ever rid.
They say “Everyone has to deal with their own memory treasury.”
Guess this is why I’m tied to this past
So insidiously.
You want to hold onto memories?
Well watch out for bats as they fly out.
You say you want to carve your path,
Yet you don’t want the weight of all these things.
It’s a digital ball and chain,
Or at least a pile of albums for your offspring.
But if it’s more than money,
If it’s more than things.
All this building designation
Makes for a tender, tender sting.
It’s so hard to keep on
With the march of entropy.
Faster than the sprint of mortal men;
It all ends tragically.
You want to hold onto memories?
Well watch out for bats as they fly out.
You say you want to carve your path,
Yet you don’t want the weight of all these things.
It’s a digital ball and chain,
Or at least a pile of albums for your offspring.
You want to hold onto memories?
Well watch out for bats as they fly out.
You say you want to carve your path,
Yet you don’t want the weight of all these things.
It’s a digital ball and chain,
Or at least a pile of albums for your offspring.
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Bones All Around
04:17
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I bought this record on the side of the road
Hanging on a shaky metal rack.
Among the beets and potato sacks
I knew we’d found some gold.
And hid it in our coats,
The light of the bones was on the tracks.
Cigarette butt, middle smack.
A floppy circle from a bootlegger’s stacks.
Bones all around,
All around. Burnt out in the middle.
Bones all around,
All around, while Nero played his fiddle.
Ob-La-Di and Ob-La-Da,
The words were shaking and so damn raw.
You take your trolley to the jeweller’s store,
And I’ll talk to Brezhnev and ask for more.
I was scared if we ever got caught.
No rock and roll was worth getting shot.
But if someday I ever go missing,
Go put it on and hear the record hissing.
Bones all around,
All around. Burnt out in the middle.
Bones all around,
All around, while Nero played his fiddle.
Bones all around,
All around. Burnt out in the middle.
Bones all around,
All around, while Nero played his fiddle.
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I'm So Much Older Now
04:03
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I miss the simple things.
I often let them pass me by.
I miss the way you looked at me.
How could I just wriggle on?
I miss the moments,
And I would sometimes
Let it slip right through my mind,
Just how much luck
A single man could have and not hold on...
I’m so much older now
And I can’t return to what I didn’t take.
I’m so much older now,
I wish that I could go with you.
I’m so much older now.
When I was 19,
I craved the riches and the praise that are in this world.
When I was 21,
We lived on drizzly MacKintosh.
When I was 22,
We made the leap and I came ‘long with you.
When I was 24,
I let the numbers bother me...
I’m so much older now
And I can’t return to what I didn’t take.
I’m so much older now,
I wish that I could go with you.
I’m so much older now.
Now I am 89,
I’ve seen my skin record the joy of life
And I’d tell anyone,
“Don’t let the clouds eat up the warmth you find.”
I’m so much older now
And I can’t return to what I didn’t take.
I’m so much older now,
I wish that I could go with you.
I'm so much older now.
I’m so much older now.
I'm so much older now...
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Something amazing.
The driver smiled, hellos to all on board.
Got on the intercom,
To comment on the glowing sunset.
People talked to
One another,
Helped each other pass through.
We're all humans aren't we?
Not the shape of our toes,
Or the size of our nose.
We're all humans aren't we?
Why do we limit,
For the traits we exhibit now?
We're all humans aren't we?
Something insightful.
The people carried on
Throughout their days.
Moving obstacles,
And so the smile he gave
Kept giving down the line.
The passengers gave to
All the others,
For their fellows, solace by and by.
We're all humans aren't we?
Not the shape of our toes,
Or the size of our nose.
We're all humans aren't we?
Why do we limit,
For the traits we exhibit now?
We're all humans aren't we?
We're all humans aren't we?
Not the shape of our toes,
Or the size of our nose.
We're all humans aren't we?
Why do we limit,
For the traits we exhibit now?
We're all humans aren't we?
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Map in the Embers
03:49
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There’s a map in the embers
From where I’m sitting around the fire.
I remember when it happened.
Seemed like it’d be over
In just a while.
It’ll be over by Christmas.
Or summer?
Whatever you say...
By the time the boots were stomping,
I’d thought I’d heard it all before.
We were on the edge of the longest war.
Never seen so much division.
We’re all waiting on the ticking dial.
A people split from top to bottom.
Guess I’m just too young to know of other broken times.
Tomorrow’s verdict we’re all waiting,
Clicking refresh every hour.
Could we have imagined
In that blustery age 40 years ago?
With guns and cash sweeping the young away.
Now we're back again to square one.
There’s a map in the embers.
I hope it’ll be over
In just a while.
Never seen so much division.
We’re all waiting on the ticking dial.
A people split from top to bottom.
Guess I’m just too young to know of other broken times.
Never seen so much division.
We’re all waiting on the ticking dial.
A people split from top to bottom.
Guess I’m just too young to know of other broken times.
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Tomorrow
01:49
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Those days pass by.
The weeks blow by.
And the seasons break.
Keep your eyes on what's falling from the sky.
Those days pass by.
The weeks blow by.
And the people move.
Don't get hung on the ones you lose.
My... oh... my...
When the day is said and done for,
And the next one will come along,
I hope the words will linger on in song,
For the spectre that passed on and found itself tomorrow...
Found itself tomorrow… Oh another day... Another day...
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The Skein of a Lion
03:18
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In a bundle of yarn the strength and will of a mind
Tightens up.
It holds onto its memories.
Even when all else slips away
She is found,
Knitting up the past and moments that remain.
It is testament to the “skein” of a lion
Who won’t back down
And won’t take no for answer.
I must wait for the “skein” of a lion,
The “skein” of a lion,
To hold on forever.
When they get around to making time to listen,
They’ll see she had more gold than they would ever find.
They’ll wear it on their backs, unaware of it all,
Of the life she made, the stories they contain.
It is testament to the “skein” of a lion
Who won’t back down
And won’t take no for answer.
I must wait for the “skein” of a lion,
The “skein” of a lion,
To hold on forever.
It is testament to the “skein” of a lion
Who won’t back down
And won’t take no for answer.
I must wait for the “skein” of a lion,
The “skein” of a lion,
To hold on forever.
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Worry,
You don't know how much
You aren’t a friend to me. Oh do you?
Never could get over the fact
That you were just one inch below me.
But I know what you're up to.
It don't take a sharp witted guy to see.
That worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Now, worry, worry, worry,
What am I supposed to be?
And worry, worry, worry
You are no friend to me.
Your time and your motives;
They plague my mind so endlessly. Forever more...
They serve no purpose to me at all,
Except to trip and watch me fall, and fall...
I try, to be who I am.
Everyone else is taken. I’ll show my hand.
Oh worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Now worry, worry, worry,
What am I supposed to be?
Worry, worry, worry, worry,
Worry, you're no friend to me...
I know what you're up to.
I know what's going down.
And I don't like the look of this,
So try your worst to knock me down.
Oh worry, worry, worry,
What am I supposed to be?
Worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me.
Worry, worry, worry,
You are no friend to me...
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Vincent Teetsov
Vincent Teetsov is a musician and writer who makes songs with a focus on storytelling and steady grooves.
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