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Strike Anywhere
03:18
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2. |
Late November
04:06
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3. |
Debris
04:14
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You’re walking around the same town as me
in this place that you like to call home:
on an island formed from debris.
Well I think it's a great analogy
for you and me.
And you spend your days
singing "Come All Ye Faithful,"
trying to find the best in man,
the best in your man.
So now I wanna try
to stick around here.
Can I? Can I? Can I?
'Cause I've gotta try
to stick around here,
don't I? Don't I? Don't I?
Well you've got your problems
and an arsenal of songs
spinning lyrics so damn poignant
about how he's done ya wrong.
So when your makeup makes a track
down your pretty cheek,
well don't you count me in the race to
wipe it clean.
'Cause now I've gotta fight
the urge to stick around here,
don't I? Don't I? Don't I?
'Cause you know he's right,
you can see it in his eyes,
but not in mine, not in mine.
Not in mine, not in mine, not in mine.
And maybe there's a chance I missed,
but I don't miss it one bit.
And I spent the last few weeks just trying to
get myself to believe that.
Because I know that you're not magic,
you can't turn my life around.
But, baby, I'm only human,
and I make bad decisions:
like living with this delusion
that I've gotta try
to stick around here.
Can I? Can I? Can I?
But, no, I've gotta fight
the urge to stick around here,
don't I? Don't I? Don't I?
Yeah, 'cause you know he's right,
you can see it in his eyes
and not in mine, oh not in mine.
Not in mine, not in mine.
Nevermind.
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4. |
In the Morning
02:52
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When you're not by my side
I tangle up my sheets,
trying to sculpt my comforter
into a mold of you that'll suit my needs.
And it may be soft just like your lovely skin,
but this cotton and polyester,
well, it just won't do in the end.
And this experience has taught me a lot about
what we're really made of,
and how we don't got it all figured out.
Like until I met you, I never knew
I'm made of mostly wet cement.
But when you ran your fingers up my naked back,
well those marks were permanent.
And I've kept them with me
this whole time.
But I don't treat 'em like scars,
no, more like cartography:
they map out something beautiful
that you have given me.
Because we've been lovelorn pirates,
searching for that "x,"
and there's a chance it's scratched right here
on our rib-cages.
So meet me as the light shines on my bed,
and put that metal detector
you call your hand on my chest.
And you don't need to tell me
if it starts to beep,
'cause there's always enough treasure
just in finding you next to me
in the morning.
So baby please stay
until the morning.
Well baby don't, don't leave until
the morning.
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5. |
Autumn
01:40
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7. |
Winter Coats
04:48
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Every once in a while in this big city
a boy like me starts to dream
of the short days, of the cold,
of our favorite winter coats
buttoned up to keep us from these freezing streets.
And we'd have pockets-upon-pockets
we could hide ourselves in:
safely keep our naiveté.
Then I'd have an excuse
for this feeling I've got lately
to wanna be wrapped up and held
so tightly.
But in this summer's sweltering heat,
I've got no real way of saying
that inside, all I feel is a cold
winter's night.
And I've been trying to fight
these drifts of thoughtlessness--
this malicious outlook that I have got on life.
But in the same breath as that
amelioration, well, I've been wishing
for someone to just come
and take my mind
off all of this stress
that's been keeping me awake.
So late at night as you shimmer yourself to sleep,
I've been trying so hard
to keep you outta songs like these--
out of my hope.
'Cause you'll just keep me singing alone.
You've got me singing alone.
If only I were welcomed
anywhere near you're heart.
But i'm just gonna loiter
for a little while longer.
Did you know that the parking regulations
are all null and void when a blizzard has arrived?
So when it covers all these stagnant cars
like brand new coat, well, baby,
let's go outside
and pretend we're one of them,
with brand new lives.
Like maybe just for tonight
you can stop me
from singing alone.
From all this singing alone.
If only I were welcome into your heart,
but no.
You've got me singing alone,
wondering where I belong.
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8. |
The Chances
01:43
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You told me that I'd probably never get the chance
to hear you sing out loud.
You said you wish that you could,
but you're just too nervous
to ever let it out.
Well I can just from looking at you
that you're the prettiest hummingbird I ever met.
And even if you're quiet as a mouse,
I can see you've got beautiful songs
locked in your head.
You told me that I'd probably never get the chance
to see you cry.
You said it's not that you're emotionless,
you just don't ever do it
and you don't know why.
Well I can see when you crack a smile
that you're really in love with this world.
But you say "it's only for a little while,
like whenever you're around
all the beauty begins to unfurl."
You told me we should make a list
of all these lovely plans that we think up to do.
You said "I'm afraid some get forgotten,
and they're all so wonderful,
I wanna see 'em all come true."
Well, as for lists you're on the top of mine:
you're the angel high on my tree.
And any doubts, like Christmas lights,
will burn out even before we
get a chance to wrap 'em around our hearts,
just turn on the lights and you'll see:
you make these days like treasure everywhere,
so wrap 'em in your arms,
then wrap 'em like a present
around me.
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9. |
Blizzard '09
02:48
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10. |
Little Bird
02:47
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Little bird out there on the road,
you blend in pretty well with all of this snow.
And the cars drive past screaming by
with little or no regard for your life,
and they leave you burdened
with all of your fright.
And I can tell that your wings are no good.
You beat them against the air
but still there you stood.
Now I don't know too much about birds,
but I can tell that yours should work.
So I guess
you were born with that little quirk.
Well, little buddy, I've been there--
frightened by a life that's not going anywhere.
Trying to pick up scraps but never taking flight,
and try as hard as I might
I had nothing to show for it
but this smile.
I just kept that thing right on my face
because I knew that there'd be far greater days.
And you may not be like all the others,
but you know that you have got your brothers.
So when winter ends
with its stutter of spring,
they'll all be right there by your side--
blocking traffic for you
if that's what you'd like.
And all the boys and girls
dressed in their suits, driving to work,
will be so damn confused.
And they may be angry,
but to hell with their views.
Because little bird out there on the road,
your life is just as important as theirs,
don't you know?
So I stopped my car and let you hobble past.
And when you made it to the other patch of snowy grass,
I rolled down my window and I shouted
"free at last!"
Send me a postcard come the spring
from wherever you are, about whatever you're doing.
And I promise you that I'll write back;
in sidewalk chalk,
we'll make our plaque saying
"thanks to love we're free at last."
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Our Twilight Pastime New York, New York
Hi, I'm Michael Goldense. I've used the name Our Twilight Pastime since 2004 for the music I write & record at home. Check out my latest EP, Reimagined Static. I also released an album "The Light of What We Are" under my own name in 2017.
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