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This is a watershed
from silence
to salience.
Time may or may not be
passing slowly.
It might be us just wanting for its touch
upon the speed and weight of years
to quell the waterfall of tears.
I think every single platitude
has been whispered in my ear
and that's nice but it's empty advice.
I chose a path of leadership
and reality is the price.
I've been holding on
to the threading
and it's more than I can bear.
It hurts like hell I swear.
I've been holding on
to the threading
and it's almost gone.
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2. |
Back There
03:50
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I was on a freeway
driving down an overpass.
This band called Wheat
was playing, "There were Angels Watching Over Me"
when a car cut out
and I swerved violently
into the wall
inches away from a fall.
Everything was white
but soon the dust settled. I could see
the road through the shattered glass,
I didn't know what to think.
For a moment I saw a scene
like in "As Tears Go By" when Andy Lau was dying.
The best time of his life
with the girl that was almost his wife.
I was now resolved
to see myself back home,
but then the ambulance showed up.
I didn't want to go.
The sirens went off
cutting through the traffic like soft bread.
They put me in the ICU
next to a girl that was almost dead.
And there was silence and there was sound
at the same time around me.
As the girl beeped off,
her mother wept softly.
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3. |
Through Dust Laden Glass
02:15
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When I was young
I was alone most days.
No brothers or sisters to play.
But I liked it that way.
And I still like it that way.
Your mind free from another,
empty and eager.
Following unseen things
to beaches with unseen waves.
I could hear the ocean breathe.
It sounded like a symphony
of dreams.
Flooding all around me,
I could see the skies turn red and bleed
like the walls from the Shining.
Where did those songs go?
When did they leave me?
Was it I that walked away?
Oh dear God, let the ocean sing.
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4. |
Ffffficus
03:41
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Instrumental
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Jacob's Ladder
03:22
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Faint blue light shines from my bedroom wall
Illuminate the room against nightfall
Drift away like a branch in the wind, still standing
Silently gone or never there at all
Sometimes plans in life, they fail me
Seasoning my words with yes and please
But in return you'll see it burn in flames with righteous anger
Falling like the leaves
But at least I've got my head,
The wall, this glow, my bed,
To take me away
When the world is crashing down
And I fucking hate this town
There are still movies
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6. |
Cccccactus
03:47
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Instrumental
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7. |
If We Fall
04:34
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Tired and uninspired,
driving in the rain.
The Juliana Theory singing to me,
the clouds begin to break.
It's been ten years since last I found the words that could convey
the vacant ache and abject ruin when she is away.
The sunlight traces windows
on the couch and floor.
Sentences we speak,
once beautiful before,
when did they lose meaning?
When did they have meaning?
Maybe when I met her
in Hollywood.
We left late at night
and I drank myself blind.
This girl stood outside
stealing my eyes.
When I saw her
she took my heart.
I don't need it
anymore (anymore).
When I saw her
she claimed my heart.
I don't need it
anymore (anymore).
I had a bag full of
words I wanted to
display in front of you.
Explain my heart to you.
But we just met.
You're in my head.
We follow each other into darkness.
Each step we take with our hands clasped.
If we fall we fall together,
we lift our bodies up.
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Where's the love?
It's winter in your heart.
You've spent the last few months dying.
I've watched you grow
And I've seen you crawling
Down the stairs, hiding in the closet.
Every minute is seven days.
Waking up to your world so small.
Where's the love?
You can hardly stand up.
I heard shots but I never saw death.
Don't fall away.
She's standing by your side.
Find your heart and then share it with her.
Where's the love?
It's still within your hands.
I saw its glow now shine beside her.
Every minute is seven days.
Breaking up the world so small.
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James Goatcher Los Angeles, California
All guitars, drums, keys, and voices were written, recorded, and arranged by James Goatcher.
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