1. |
Iris Eclipse
04:10
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Stroboscopic light from your eyes like a diamond ring effect
Faultless just the right blend of pigmentation
In the time that it takes you might as well have cloned me
Deeper than time and space your Milky Way filters oceans of stars tonight
[But] cold stars have unique ways of gravitating
In the time that it takes you might as well have cloned me
So just clone me out, out
Just clone me out, out
I didn’t before but now I know
didn’t before but now it’s a long way down
I didn’t before but now I know you
So just clone so just clone me out
In the time that it takes you might as well have cloned me
So just clone me out, out
Just clone me out, out
Baby just clone me, out
Baby just clone me, out
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2. |
Make Believe
03:40
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Every passing moment
is a chance to turn it all around
Any snail can lead a race
Glue the rabbit’s ears down to the ground
Make believe
and you'll find it's not so bad
Every silver lining
Is a golden opportunity
And every perfect diamond
Is the soul of a star made patiently
Make believe
And you'll find it’s not so bad
Make believe
Escape reality
Like the time you have won't ever end
Make believe
with me
Every passing moment
is a chance to turn it all around
And branches haven't any leaves
Autumn’s chore is painting a new ground
Make believe
And you'll find it’s not so bad
Make believe
Escape reality
Like the time you have won't ever end
Make believe
with me
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3. |
The Painting
05:26
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Maybe I wasted more time than I needed to
Your ring finger hand was turning my head blue
A branch to your tree like a phantom limb
Well maybe if more that you asked me to sing
And I colored both your eyes the same as mine
But you were the artist and I, I a far cry
If colors together someday we’ll find
Then pictures we lost but the paint hasn’t yet dried
Brushes will come clean
Brushes they’ll get clean
Brushes they'll always wash clean
But censurable hands they're stained for keeps
Maybe I wasted more time than I needed to
Your ring finger hand still turning my head blue
A branch to your tree like a phantom limb
Well maybe if more that you asked me to sing
And I colored both your eyes the same as mine
But you were the artist and I’m still a far cry
If colors together someday we’ll find
Then pictures we lost but the paint hasn’t yet dried
And brushes they'll wash clean
Brushes they’ll come clean
Brushes will always wash clean
But penitent hands.....
On your podium stand
With your odium hands
And ring my neck
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4. |
The River
04:51
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You're not who you were when I wrote this
You're not who you'll be when I'm gone
I want all the yous to know one thing
I love every you that you've been
I'm not who I was when I wrote this
I'm not the same me nor device
There’s only one thing that is constant
We can't step in the same river twice
Recalling all the frozen days
Faces under ice
Nothing stops the river
We're not who we were twice
We're not who we were when I wrote this
We not who we were through those eyes
Despite all the seas that connect us
We can't step in the same river twice
Roots of red and dry to touch
Dying on the vines
Nothing stops the river
We're not who we were twice
We're not who we were
We're not who we were
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5. |
Bouquet of Dandelions
03:00
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Thick as the coat of an arctic fox
Weathering elements and bleeding hearts
If ever your desert should be void of sand
Too young to remember too small in size
Developing armor for a grand disguise
Crossing the road should your arm extend
I’ll hold your hand
Na na na na
Na na na na
The years blur the lines and paths we made
Innocent eyes for a scowl we trade
If age 89 I reach and I still can
I’ll hold your hand
Na na na na
Na na na na
I’ll hold your hand
I’ll hold your hand
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6. |
Flowers
06:48
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Flowers falling
From our ceiling
Like papier-mâché
Ever waiting
Anticipation
Pull us back and forth
Face to face but
No embracing
Victims to a crime
Sleepy soul
Far from home
Never gets a break
Embers burning bright
Stars without a light
Counting down the time
you'll be mine
Hits I've taken
Elevated
Don't die butterfly
Purple footage
Smiley faces
Show us where we've been
Consequences
Shoulder mentions
Leave them awake behind
All is grayed out
Numbers faded
Won't we get a chance
Embers burning bright
Stars without a light
Counting down the time
you'll be mine
Wait up for me
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8. |
Flowers (Remix)
06:31
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9. |
Flowers (Hemlock Remix)
05:07
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Jack Alacka Sacramento, California
Somber melancholy melodies contrast brilliantly with identifiable uplifting yet confrontational lyricism reflecting on what connects us through brutally honest receipts of personal experiences that asterisk the importance of savoring each and every moment. ... more
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