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Fool's Waltz
02:39
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All the endings they write for the pictures
in Hollywood have taken their toll
We believe that the answers to life
lie with someone else, so we lock ourselves out
It’s a fool’s paradise
It’s a fire on the ice
Better get yourself right before long
They say that the devil comes cloaked
As an angel of light, a cold lullaby
Strange as the blue up above
or the unruly thrill of love, you can’t look away
It’s a fool’s paradise
It’s a fire on the ice
Better get yourself right before long
All the dreams collide
When you close your eyes
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Ensnare me in the middle of your kelp, way down
And deeper, electric depths of the sea, sea inside
The night encircles the daylight, which just might cave in
What becomes of me if I’m just a little smudge of self
Or smaller, a shadow memory, split wide
The velvet tug of the incline, I just might fall in
The lone boat’s hard shell dances on the glass above
In my memories I’m just a little girl, that’s all
Pirouetting in the auditorium, oooh-oooh
Acoustics round like a cave wall, I’m so small, I’m gone
Acoustics round like a cave wall, I’m so small, I’m gone
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October in Lockdown
02:53
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Birds are lurking just outside, drifting down and staying
Windows full of glassy eyes, singing our refrain
If I go, what will follow me, if I fall asleep
Can I float beyond our hideaway, can I be released
Huddled by the fireplace, we warm our hands and sigh
You share memories of dancing in a love-worn field at night
If I go, what will follow me, if I fall asleep
Can I float beyond our hideaway, can I be released
The sky pushed hard on the lid
We flop around, we fold within
Smokey trees are in cahoots with the quiet of the town
Fingers pressed into the glass, feelings pulsing out
If I go, what will follow me, if I fall asleep
Can I float beyond our hideaway, can I be released
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Tired Eyes
01:58
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Got those tired eyes don’t you
Walked a few hard miles it’s true
But it’s more than time that’s got you blue
I’d love to ramble round town like we used to
But that old world’s a million miles away
Dreamed of living in ragged splendor
But I was living like a great pretender
Now I’m walking through fire trying to walk the line
I’d love to ramble round town like we used to
But that old world’s a million miles away
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I Have Been Away from Me
03:13
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Driving back from San Francisco
Fog is the thickest I’ve ever seen
I’ve rolled down every window
To feel like air has some kind of meaning
‘Cause I have been away darlin’, away darlin’ from me
Funny how I tend to forget
I built everything I bitch about
If I were on a stage right now in the spotlight
Maybe then I’d be a funnel for the truth
But I have been away darlin’, away darlin’ from me
Nobody’s drawing an illustration
May as well be invisible
Driving alone’s the exact destination
Both away from and inside of home
I’ve got people who need me
That’s got nothing to do with this
One day I won’t be able to tell you
What it feels like to live in so much mist
‘Cause I have been away darlin’, away darlin’ from me
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Secondhand Style
03:37
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You can go anywhere when you're somebody else
A suitcase of voices like carillon bells
Your shoulders like teeth and your spine like a log
You swerve and you sail through each layer of fog
So long for a while
I'll be back with a secondhand style
But how much will it take and in what currency
When there's no reference to home and nobody to please
Just a tarnished old sword and a stag on the wall
And a portrait of Icarus after the fall
So long for a while
I'll be back with a secondhand style
This ain't the first I felt like the world was a stage
Words are like arrows piercing the rapturous days
How did I never notice this shrewdness in you
It covers your eyes like a curtain of blue
Oh daddy oh daddy tell me what do you see
When you move through the world like honey through tea
So long for a while
I'll be back with a secondhand style
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A Quiet Field
03:05
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You’re growing away from me and that’s OK
It’s all about the letting go, nothing stays the same
We cultivate a quiet field where love is a living thing
Once upon a time we were something now we’re something else
But none of that matters at all
Everywhere I go reminds me I have you but I don’t have you right here
The way I did before
You’re growing away from me and that’s OK
It’s all about the letting go, nothing stays the same
We cultivate a quiet field where love is a living thing
You knock about the world so beautifully and clumsily
Just human, just human after all
I hope you can forgive me when one day you see I’m just human too
just human after all
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In My Chair
03:23
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It’s a sonic grey afternoon
Head floating away like a cheap balloon
Do you hear me now?
Can’t follow you to wherever you are
They say it’s cold and the walls are streaked with tar
Do you hear me now?
When you staggered in desert like a sad ballet
Lights flared in the sky like menacing birds of prey
Driving back later with a case of beer
I played the fool and you rambled like old King Lear
There’s a pattern to the robin’s weep
A lyric sent to the seekers and to the sheep
Do you hear me now?
In my chair I’m a voyager
A pilgrim climbing a tall and ancient fir
Do you hear me now?
When we drank in Rome thinking we were high on the hog
We woke up sick and poor like a destitute pack of dogs
All that time spent running just to hit the floor
What was it like when you opened that final door?
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Mud into Plaster
02:33
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It doesn’t matter
What kind of home we built in spite of disaster
Like some teenager turning mud into plaster
I’d say we made it but life moved too fast to notice
And I’m left wondering just how the story settles on an end
Do you remember
All the pointless little things that didn’t matter
Like a leaf clinging hard in September
You wanted coziness but I was so distracted
So many fresh starts after never really starting to begin, ooooh
Spectacularly I wanted to be
Another version of myself
But at the end of the day when the light rolled away
I was empty as a bell
Ringing with a sense of sublime
Unconscious to the gift of time
In the dead of winter
When the firelight’s always gonna linger
And we’re doing our own things, but we’re tethered
I’ve got my heart in my pocket that’s next to yours
Some kind of circle round the fire that’s still making its course
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What a Hazy Time
03:13
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What a hazy time, got me drifting in the pale moonlight
Got me sifting through this moth-eaten mind
Got me wondering if we’re even alive
As I fumble this rhyme
Won’t be so long, remember when life was a torch song
When sleeping all day made us more strong
To impress on the fools
There’s a river that runs through the heart of my old town
That gathers the sinners and glory-bound
‘Til they wash on the shore
What a curious life, our patrons slowly twisting the knife
Our medicines to bury the strife
Our reveries of magical flight
As I cover my eyes
Won’t be so long, remember when life was a torch song
When sleeping all day made us more strong
To impress on the fools
There’s a river that runs through the heart of my old town
That gathers the sinners and glory-bound
‘Til they wash on the shore
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The Blunder Years
02:46
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The absurdity of your ringtone is my little joke
Booty calling at midnight, right on the stroke
Desire pricks the back of my mind
The only thing that matters is tonight
Like I’m tucking into something selfishly mine
Alone at home the next morning, staring at the fridge
Reconciling the factors, stupidly complex
You bring me to the ugly side
Fluorescent lights illuminate my mind
Tired of getting into nothing good all the time
My bedroom on a slab spinning on a windmill of bedrooms
Stars pierce all the darkness and your hands pierce all of me
You’re nobody special, I’m no one too
I’m just groping my way to Timbuktu
Collapsing through the rooftops of my mind
Slipping as the tunnels twist and wind
Ooooh
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Washed Away
02:56
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I once saw a moon turn hearts to hellfire
I stood like a fool, like a bird on a wire
As night turned to day
It all was a dream, washed away
I once saw a man so lost in demise
He rushed and he swayed, head filled with wine
Eyes turning strange
His words like a fog, washed away
When you hear that old call
You’ll know where you are
All you can do is smile
I once saw a man throw pearls before swine
He stood like a fool, heart filled with pride
As night turned to day
It all was a dream, washed away
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The Magic Hour Portland, Oregon
We write and record songs using a magical process of social isolation and layering. Our unique "hot potato" technique creates musical vignettes that live in a swaying and occasionally danceable water-colored dreamscape.
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