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A
01:02
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American Mystics
02:53
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American roots, that natural sound,
but it's never quite right when I've jotted it down
and later I'll find that I've changed my mind
about you and everyone else.
When I try to write it always comes out wrong,
when I wind up in a fight it isn't cause I feel strong,
You know, I'd like to be right,
But I'm usually wrong about half the time with a little hindsight.
Oh, how the time just slips away
Did we waste another year on these games?
I guess some things must never change a bit.
American roots and a natural-born king,
but he'd fallen out of touch and he wouldn't sing
for dry spells and dry humor,
the sorcerer or the mute.
Oh, how the time just slips away
Did we waste another year on these games?
I guess some things must never change a bit.
And I'm guessing we're the ones who like to walk away
from the day-to-day-in-day-out in a dream soundscape.
My dreams were meant to change.
Do they?
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Our Brown Paranoid Eyes
02:40
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Where do we go,
Our heads above the water?
And where do we rest
Our wearied minds, Great Mother?
I'm not taking sides,
I'm not telling lies about you.
You're the picket signs.
And I'll walk that line without you.
I'd be surprised to find
Some channel still enduring
Or a vessel, vacant,
Beholden to some mooring.
I'm not takin sides
I'm not telling lies about you
But these vacant eyes
See reasonable lies and they doubt you.
But can you read them?
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Sorcerer / Mute
02:00
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Who is this?
01:31
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Group
01:25
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A Dream
03:50
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Creatures of Habit
02:54
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Machines like you and me are a dream.
They watch us toss and turn in our routines,
revealing, in static, a work that's quietly unraveling.
Oh, go and cry about it.
We're creatures of habit, I know,
and it's much too soon to make a change in myself.
I would if I were able.
I wouldn't ask myself that same old question:
Are we too far along this road?
We're all hypocrites with our peace and love shit.
Can you blame us? Can you blame?
Can you blame the habit? If we're all hypocrites,
Comfortably a numbness fits with our peace and love shit.
Can you blame us? Can you blame the habit?
Can you blame the great design?
We're all hypocrites. Comfortably a numbness sets in,
Comfortably a numbness sticks cause we're all hypocrites.
Can you blame the great design? Can you blame...
The world is so fucked and no one gives a damn.
We're creatures of habit, I know,
and it's much too soon to make a change in myself.
I would if I were able.
I wouldn't ask myself that same old question:
Are we too far along this road?
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9. |
There is Freedom
02:39
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11. |
Fleeting
03:26
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12. |
An Argument, 2013
04:19
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