1. |
Quiet Blues
02:26
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this place
in all its honesty
betrays
the things we never see
calls out
the hidden secret spots
flood lights
on fenced in parking lots
sirens wail with the blowing rain
drown out
noise from departing planes
your voice
heart break and long walks home
A sharp
tune to the dial tone
there’s all the words
we couldn’t find to say
they’re in the wind
they drift with yesterday
conversations we don’t have to make
the quiet blues, the lonely interstate
there’s you alone
there’s nothing we can change
there’s love and light
and shadows on your face
we try to live between the lines we’ve laid
it’s just an ocean
it’s just a reckless place
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2. |
Silver & Green
03:24
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it comes down
to what gets left out
all the boring days
it’s a way now
we try to dress down
take the longest way
and I know you
got some old blues
something you haven’t placed
guess it follows
guess it hitchhikes
I guess it finds its way
farther now than we’ve ever been
the city’s loud, the country’s dead
pull me back into that dream
I was floating in an ocean
it was silver and green
it’s a walk up on the fifth floor
a place you used to live
it’s a basement
it’s a punk show
it’s what we’ll say we did
we can’t all stay
we all move on
try to find new ways
keep it honest
keep the lights on
watch how the times they change
farther now than we’ve ever been
the city’s loud, the country’s dead
pull me back into that dream
I was floating in an ocean
it was silver and green
some days I can’t get out of my head
walk for hours, I don’t know where I’ve been
I get so lost in these streets
there’s a quiet in the chaos
there’s a feeling I need
you look into me from a black and white print
your eyes are oceans, okay drag me back in
it’s not a lot to believe
we carry something from the places
we come from when we leave
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3. |
Challenger Deep
03:59
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we’re lost in the clouds
we drown in the sea
we’re scattering light
we drift with the breeze
we say way too much
give up what we need
there’s a point that we lost
a path we can’t see
now what good is the truth
if it’s only an end
what’s a word we can use
a rule we could bend
will you make me a deal
will you stick to the plan
are we challenger deep
are we too far from land
did we burn it all down
are we still in the game
it’s a wild violent surf
it’s a hard crashing wave
let me stay down, cut me off
I don’t want to see the surface break
want to get myself so lost
I don’t want to feel this feeling change
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4. |
Esme
03:54
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in the evening
we take home everything
most of it’s nothing
mostly there’s nothing
we search our memory
look for the things we need
mostly there’s nothing
most of it’s nothing
even all the broken things
volume knobs and silver strings
they’re all made of something
they used to be something
we’re out of phase
we’re flawed designs
we never make the train on time
we do the math
we find a way
I study every stranger’s face
and walk through silent, crowded streets
Wednesdays turn into weeks
closer still feels far away
we never get past yesterday
when was that last time
we stayed up all night
mostly just talking
mostly about nothing
you wore a red sweatshirt
you had your hair cut short
I keep it in my mind
I won’t lose it this time
they might take every sunset
they might get when we first met
I have to hold onto something
I can’t stay here with nothing
we’re all just shapes
we’re penciled lines
we get erased
we have our time
they do the math
we try to stay
I worry every stranger’s face
might be someone I used to know
Wednesday seems so long ago
far off is still too close to home
we never get past what we know
we take home everything
even all the broken things
we search our memory
look for the things we need
even all the broken things
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5. |
Blue Pacific
03:04
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you say it like it’s proof of something
never seen the California coast
open the window let the sun light up the smoke
tell me how your distant cousin
has a job on a fishing boat
pulling nets from the blue pacific
might be a good time to go
yesterday the clocks stopped frozen
now it’s too fast, it’s a time lapse sky
a green flash sinking in the ocean
I miss it every time
waking up it’s a foreign landscape
passing out it’s a lonely bed
I picture you, the blue pacific
it’s over my head
keep to myself most days
cut up these scenes, rearrange
alter this altered state
it always ends up too late
I want to see out past the true horizon
I tried to level out the plane to you
but my perspective kept me high and blinded
your points all vanish in pacific blue
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6. |
Dangerous
03:08
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the way you talk
you talk to me
the way you look away from me
the way I think about you
is dangerous
it’s dangerous
the things I see when I look at you
the things that I hold onto
I can’t let go if I wanted to
it’s dangerous
it’s dangerous
closer in, I can’t resist
I’ll pay you now in promises
closer ‘til the first wave hits
it’s dangerous
it’s dangerous
dangerous, it’s dangerous
dangerous, it’s dangerous
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7. |
Cold Clouds
03:45
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show me where the paved roads end
take me down
an old truck by the riverbed
still there now
15, 1993 you're all heavy metal and light
headphones in the high school halls
walk through the woods at night
tell me how the sound comes through
repeats a phrase
outside you get a clearer view
see the pressure wave
the last time I found you
with cold clouds around you
receivers and mirrors
the noise stops when you're here
now you wait in a weightless state for the dust to clear
all your wavelengths shift and shine from there to here
yeah you’re a long, long way from home
not too far gone for me to know
disappear into cold clouds
disappear into sound
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8. |
Wild Surf
03:43
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well fuck me
lately
I can’t get it right
I slept through
a few too
bought a little time
checked out
now I forgot how
I used to get by
was it always this difficult
don’t remember the crushing weight
these things used to be measurable
now they stretch to uncharted space
with all the lights in this town
you’d think it wouldn’t be possible
to find yourself in the dark
to see the night as unstoppable
the bartenders they never catch on
about the other bartenders
that’s the thing about here
no one really remembers
you’re out in the wild surf
I’m lost in the parking lot
I can’t say what they’re worth
but I’ll give you the things I’ve got
it gets desperate and strange
out here haunting the lowest haunts
we’re so exhausted and brave
we run away from the things we want
with all the lights in this town
you’d think it wouldn’t be possible
to find yourself in the dark
to see the night as unstoppable
the bartenders they never catch on
about the other bartenders
that’s the thing about here
no one really remembers
a two-dimensional curve
that recedes from the center
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Partial Traces Minneapolis, Minnesota
Maren Macosko - Vocals + Keys
Brad Lokkesmoe -
Drums
Annie Sparrows - Guitar
Nate Gangelhoff - Guitars + Synth
Mike Rose - Bass
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