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Waiting There for Me
03:42
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Where’d you go
Radio
Waiting there for me
Gathered my depictions
Kicked in my TV
Where’d you go
Domino
Waiting patiently
I miss your inevitable
Falling down routine
Claim this old
Camisole
Floating next to me
Fill it with entanglements
I have yet to see
There's a cold
When you know your name’s been called
When a visionary picture tells you
We should find the time
Maybe now
Maybe now
We can finally be allowed
They built us underwater, bound
So maybe now
Maybe now
We can finally turn around
And bubble up from underground
Well maybe now we will
Maybe now
Maybe now you will
Maybe now
Innocent
Can’t you tell
Waiting on the dial
You didn’t lack any substance
You didn’t go to trial
Maybe now
You’ll be fine
This diving bell has so much time
But will you even hear the chime
Well maybe now you will
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I loved a rock like only a fool
Loved it and do what you usually do
And god love you too I love you goodnight
When I am a prince get out my sight
How did I say the things that I said
Time to get up I’m going to bed
And I’m rolling rocks all of my life
And I hate coming down every night
And I aint saying I’ve got things on my mind
We got holidays in every town on the way where they’re just
Hanging around on a solitary whim
No I ain’t that kinda kin
No I ain’t that kind of kin
Well I’ve never seen the same ceiling twice
And I cannot seem to memorialize
Slept on the truth and when I awoke
I couldn’t even read anything that I wrote
Bite down on your opinions
I don’t know what you're getting into now
I aint saying I’ve got things on my mind
There's a hollow place in every being of my fiber that’s just
Hanging around on your solitary whim
No I ain’t that kind of dim
No I ain’t that kind of dim
No I never heard of them
And I ain’t that kind of dim
No I ain’t that kind of dim
No I ain’t that kind of dim
And I never heard of them
No I ain’t that kind of kin
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3. |
The Way Behind
04:05
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You ate the apple
We sang along the way
You were bound to carnival with the gods
And you're okay
I was waiting on the word
Polyamory’s getting worse
Among the herd
The way behind
Fell away from the top of my mind
In this kind of maze
The string is all unstrung
And the downtown disco hours
Have all begun
You’re easy eyed
In these empty apartments of mine
In a way feel like a head in the driveway
And you punch yourself in the face every day
We are the people of the sun
We are the emblem of the weekend just begun
We ate the apples
Sitting apart one day
From a fold in the leaves of your heart
Whispering, why decay?
Don’t say it
Don't relate at all
I stopped waiting for the word
Spread my diseases to the birds
And roamed the earth
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4. |
Everytime I See
03:23
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Everytime I think as though my eyes are getting better
I begin to see the fruitlessness of it all
Everytime I wake up, I can’t shake off all the problems
If I could just see the accident of it all
I began to look into the vacuum of the forest
And I found the bodies that they never looked for at all
In a permanent fall
All the secrets of the dead
And the whirlings in your head
Are not my problem
Tell me when you slip into another view of madness
You’ll begin to sing to save your own supper
You are part of a world
Where there’s nothing left to take
And the evidence is faked
You’ll soon be honest
Everytime I think as though the radio is screaming
There’s a second date that plagues me for the night
Everytime I get into an accident you’re driving
Driving home the point, that there’s no point at all
Where is it solved?
All that lingers are mistakes
All the milestones unbaked
It’s not my problem
Everytime you paint me as an accidental drowning
Knowing very well, that you can’t swim at all
Why’d you always call
Every innocence a pearl?
Flawed ellipses of the world
The inherent rule of weight
Is a maximal complaint
But it’s not my problem
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5. |
Nothing's Wrong With You
04:39
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What’d you say
Don’t fade away
Don’t stay away
Threw my flowers
Off the towers
Late at night
And I’m just driving through
Nothings wrong with you
And you wanted to
Send me flowers
Living flowers
Just one time
Something in the back of your mind
Something in the words that you hide
Hundred little ribbons you tied
Resting on her wrist
I’d forgotten this
The melodious
Names of flowers
Ancient towers
And upstate drives
If she make
My heart ache
Oh day breaks
There be flowers
Beautiful flowers
On my flight
Something in the back of your mind
Something in the words that you hide
Something in the back of your mind
Something in the words that you hide
Something in the back of your mind
Something in the words that you hide
Hundred little ribbons you tied
Oh cascades
Of yesterday
When she made
Every hour
All other flowers
Fade away
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6. |
You Should Have Known
04:07
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Where is the help desk
I need to show
I loved you
I let you know
And all of my time spent
Searching the grounds
Above you
And far below
The world like new
We walked until
You felt the tease
You lost it in the leaves
Where were
The rain and the clouds
I loved you
You weren't alone
And all of the days
We napped on the moon
Are gone now
You should have known
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7. |
Hippocampus
05:29
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Monk child
Lazy eyes
Dead times vandalize
I’m on the case to catch you lovely lace
When you name yourself for another
Hands sewn
Longing brace
When you learn yourself from another
You’re a cost I know
Too much for this place
You’re a cause now
Faces they stop it all
I don’t think so
Places stalled in your mind
They rule soft sentiment
I’m amazed now
Places stalled in your mind
Bend your beliefs back
You’re no police mack
Arizona is a lonely place
When you see yourself with another
Jury’s out
Long delays
But you know they know you another
You’re the price I want
Too much for this place
You're a cause I want
Plain old fools hanging out
I’m all takers
There’s some storm in your eyes
Patient soul hand me downs
I’m all takers
There’s some storm in your eyes
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Springwild Atlanta, Georgia
Springwild is the musical alias of Colin Arnstein, former front of Atlanta’s art-noise rock outfit Untied States. After over a decade of making cerebral electric chaos with the band, Arnstein as Springwild is more grounded, stripped-down and emotionally direct. He still flirts with an off-kilter avant-punk aesthetic, but Springwild plays more from the gut than from the head. ... more
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