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Looseleaf Ends
04:43
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Crystalline
Blood orange mind
Thoughts reflect fresh and red and diffract
Pure tones to fill the cracks
And chalk your eyes
Braided nerves
Twirl and curve
Calm and cut, standstill blood, fit to trust
In the end, that's enough
More than we deserved
And God knows I'll try
To keep from crying
As my head filled with smoke and bad news
And God knows I'll try
To live as lightning
Some battles were created to loose
Spiral eyes
Venus in spring skies
But at dawn, she'll be gone, they blaze on
Technicolor Ponds
Speak so wise
And God knows I tried
To keep from crying
As my head filled with smoke and bad news
And God knows I'll tried
To live as lightning
Some battles were created to loose
Arms outstretched
To catch each breath
And fill the room with subtle hues
That color the ways our eyelids bloom
At looseleaf ends
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2. |
Wait//stay
04:58
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Claim the unknown roads
Call them your own
Claim the unknown roads
Call them your own
I go down by the river
and wait for the train
To come roarin' out your mouth
and straight through my brain
A one-way steam coach haulin'
far away weight
Of muted postcards and polaroid rain
And here I wait
You go down by the highway
to watch me disappear
Into the veins of the country
some unsung frontier
My bags are empty
And wait to be filled
With romantic highway views
And expired film
And here I stay
I live inside my brain
(Where do I call home)
Never left not once even for a day
(Never stayed in one place for too long)
I live inside my fear
(Always livin' through the rear view mirror)
I guess I feel safer here
It's the devil I know
Claim the unknown roads
Call them your own
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3. |
Level Me Out
05:10
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Breaths in slow reverse
Nightmares in the church
I crease my notebook eyes
'cuz it rains all through July
See these footprints forced into my forehead
And my thoughts on the floor
Rambling and scorched
My heart is riddle with craters of memory
Eroding and mean from landslides and kerosene
Level me out
Blights inside my bones
Silence on the phone
The space between my eyes
Is empty all July
See these footprints forced into my forehead
And my thoughts on the floor
Rambling and scorched
My heart is riddle with craters of memory
Eroding and mean from landslides and kerosene
You move in all the brightest shades
to color in my grayscale days
See these footprints forced into my forehead
And my thoughts on the floor
Rambling and scorched
My heart is riddle with craters of memory
Eroding and mean from landslides and kerosene
Level me out
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4. |
Mingle with the Moths
05:59
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Blackberries heavy on their vines
It's the end of the summertime
And I'm so far gone that the lines on the road
All have faded
Never been repainted
So I'll hang my head like a willow branch
And hear your shufflin' steps turn back
Sunburn is creepin' down my spine
From the last rays of summershine
And I'm so far gone that the mirrors and the songs
All seem jaded
Browbeaten and baited
The midwest is fillin' up my lungs
With the promises of just this once
And I'm so far gone that I can't see
He's just stringin' me along
So I'll hang my head like a willow branch
And hear your shufflin' steps turn back
I'll hang my head like a willow branch
And never look back
We blow smoke out through the screen door
Watch it mingle with the moths
There is rustlin' in the garden
Where nothing really grows
I am simply confused by space
I am here
You are everywhere
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Owl Game Ann Arbor, Michigan
Brennan Quinn and Lena Sutter are an acoustic duo influenced by everything from old time jams to classic rock finding their place in the alternative folk scene. Their debut EP, Technicolor Ponds, is a culmination of 2 years of writing and rewriting, adding and subtracting, and finally creating something that is representative of a special and exciting time in their personal and musical lives. ... more
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