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the cyclist
02:12
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earthquakes dont happen much in p.a.
but when they come you feel the softest shake
like a phone call set to vibrate
you just keep on as if nothing changed
given the choice, i’d write everything in lowercase
and decorate my space in blues and yellows
on a bright morning with no recall
of tougher days in life’s seesaw
i been around enough and i’ve seen what i can do
been around enough and i’ve seen what voids i’ll fill
change can't wait gimme everything a season can spray
i like it that way, rotating order
im the cyclist, ill leapfrog
from whim to whim, escape to escape
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and so we drive all night silent til the morning frickin pickin our lives and the fallen and flipping over the ice just so anybody'd found you
and then the sun comes up foggin up the windshield a flicker in your eyes like a forcefield and order in your aisle cause what could we do without you
and i never woulda loved if you never woulda helped me and ill take the time to take the wrong way bettin on a chance theres a place to turnaround
and so were all mixed up the fire was on a sunday breaking on trial while everybodys yawnin every sun child breaks well then i wont break down
and i never woulda run if you never woulda helped me and youre right to cryy and its a long day taking on a sham that you finally turn around
and i never woulda loved if you never woulda helped me and ill take the time to take the wrong way bettin on a chance theres a place to turnaround
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3. |
whatever anne
02:11
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now would it be right?
would it be a little off?
if i headed out?
haven't been here long
im trying build up a new foundation
i've torn it all down
i gotta rise at the speed of innovation
going thru my turns
yeah what is this life?
and will we ever know?
i need a rocket ship
been here way too long
whatever
whatever, anne
whatever anthem
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flipside
02:15
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you got your hopes up down in a ditch
i think its only right that you win
and with your debt spent off to collection
i think its only right that you win
inside outside meet me on the flipside
like a film noir plot untwists
i think its only right that you win
after the full moon messed with your head
i think its only right that you win
inside outside meet me on the flipside
and you were so worked up in the trenches
i think its only right that you win
then you were hosed down off of existence
i think its only right that you win
inside outside
meet me on the flipside
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5. |
electrosaturated
00:39
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writing riddles
03:48
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without warning
everything can change
let’s ride down
a coastal highway
there’s a time and place
for the seats or the stage
there’s the weekend
and i’ve heard there’s other days
well i’ve been writing riddles and i’m lost in the middle of em
i’ve been racing my thoughts
like a fiddle in a breakdown
leading the charge
everyone tries to keep up
i got a notebook
with a couple blank pages left
a list of license plate ideas
are taking up too much space
see i’ve been writing riddles and i’m getting tired of sending them out
like a postcard tied to a balloon you see start to fall not too far off
you gotta take chase
i’m not asking you to solve anything at all
i’m not asking you for that much
i’m not asking for much
i’m not asking for all of you
i’m the low man
on the totem again
but at least i’m here
rockin a foundation
i’ve been writing riddles some easy some impossible
just lining up my thoughts a mandala you trash after making
well i’ve been leaving mine up hoping they catch on
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other forms
03:09
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they were riding up to the ceiling
the waves of different seasonings
in the bright kitchen
with the record changes
and the cats come out in amazement
and i hold that i’ve arrived and i’m okay with it
time’s been ticking i just never saw it
and i would reckon never gave much thought
im in the right place i dont wanna go
in the silence of the old tv
we charge up our tea leaves
and the trash that wasnt taken outside
blows back down the alleys
and i’ve held another door
another day a different store a different face
and i’ve gone on record saying that i’ve changed
i haven’t changed just took another form
with the full moon
in the window
and the day times out
with me dreaming
and the cell phone tower frequencies
talk above my breathing
i found another point
are you gonna find out?
i’ll never change i’ll just take other forms
when im on record saying that i’ll change
i haven’t changed just took another form
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god's bluff
02:37
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god waits forever
god don't know no range
in fact, its his patience, that's the way he wins his games
and i wait for you at a gas stop in an italian neighborhood
watching my wrist watch sweatin my shirt wet but my hair lookin good
and i wait for you i wait for you i wait for you im waitin'
and i don't know if you'll show so i pray to god you will
god don't look up records
he don't even know our names
but he knows the way the game is won and how its played
and i wait for you at a gas stop in an italian neighborhood
watching my wrist watch sweatin my shirt wet but my hair lookin good
and i wait for you i wait for you i wait for you im waitin'
and i don't know if you'll show so i pray to god you will
god don't even answer questions
god don't ever enforce rules
he just sits back and waits for your plans to go out the room
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in my way i’m doing fine
any other way wouldn’t be mine
if i’m gonna fall down
i’m gonna hit it hard
in any direction
towards any fault
you’re in my head and in my arms
in every direction you cross
while i’m still young
i’m gonna take up this haunt
tangled in heartstings
reading my palm
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11. |
guess it's over now
01:40
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i guess its over now finally
and i saved this song for the analyzing
i guess its over now finally
and i saved this song for the spinning minds
ill always need my rest ill always try to grow
im always on the fence and i barely make it home
ive only gotten older like a drawn out sunrise
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kevin martin taylor Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"i trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks, it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you."
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