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Emily (feat. Luke Ford)
01:54
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Emily I dream of cannibals and me just getting along better than us.
Emily I meant to warn you I’ll go missing
sometime when it gets rough.
You wander halls of glass, appalled, that I cant be the thing you want.
You see the best in me when I’m what you need then. What you need then.
I know you well.
I know you will.
I know you better than you think I do.
I wish you well.
I wish it still.
I’d be there but it hurts to yell, Emil-y.
Emily. Emily. Emily.
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Can of Worms
02:59
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Opening a can of worms.
Learning how to say your name.
No one is so self assured.
Singing all the songs we sang.
Opening a can of worms.
Dying on my bedroom floor.
Come on let me atrophy.
Living gets to be a chore.
Opening a can of worms.
Jesus, I don’t wanna cry.
Come on baby make it work.
To be is just the strength to try
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If it’s some consolation,
I was thinking the same thing.
I am now mechanization,
All my muscles work like springs
I am boredom on the weekdays,
I am boredom with a face.
You can pull out my brain and listen,
To the pulleys, wires, frayed.
My mouth gets dry
My arm’s so tight
If I lose it on a Wednesday,
It’ll be cause i was afraid.
You said it’s all just metaphor.
I pissed the bed there’s nothing more…
To be said
My mouth gets dry
My arm’s so tight
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We waited for the skies to catch up with our moods
You’re a matador. My face gets red when you’re nearby.
I assume there’s more to say, assuming that we tried.
We waited for the sky to tell us what to do.
(Drums break)
I expected some resolve, some resolution please
I’ve been getting glum so glum when everyone seems sure.
We are total sums. The product of what we ignore.
I expected some debate, or maybe something worse.
Everything’s amazing. Nothing ever changes.
I could be the same forever if you want me to
I’m getting better. Things are getting better now.
Everyone’s amazing. Nothing much will change but I could be the same forever if you let me.
I’m getting better. Things are getting better. Amazing what can change when no one ever changes. Not at all. Not at all.
Not at All
Not at All
Not at All
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I am not the way I once was
I’m a young old man with spindly legs and shakey hands.
Oh my God, I think Ive died.
I am not having a good time.
The sirens of Titan
Singin all they sing
I’m still beside them
Drinking my tea
The sirens of Titan
Everyone I’ll ever meet
Well, I’m still deciding
Who I oughta be.
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I’ve been feeling smaller than the smallest kid I knew when I was five.
Paying close attention to the way I feel when everything feels fine.
And if I showed a picture of the way my brain looks now to yesterday.
Surely it’d convince me just how suddenly the stubbornness can change.
Things are things are things are good.
If this isn’t nice, what is?
Hurry then get dressed
I pull the sheet over my head and I lie
I cant seem to pause Full effect and yet no cause
Shut my eyes
I can take my time I can decide
I can pay no mind But rarely do I
Things are things are things are good.
If this isn’t nice, what is?
The rarest moments, sweet
Feel like lifetimes between me
And reasons why.
But the moments I repeat
Are the moments I don’t need
Stuck in mind.
(But things are things are things are good.
If this isn’t nice, what is?)
The grimmest thoughts I keep
Are painting primrose places deep
With shades of night.
And the messed up things I think
Are messing up the nights I need
To even try.
If things are things are things are good.
And if this isn’t nice, what is? I’m
Things are things are things are good.
If this isn’t nice, what is?
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7. |
Can't See
04:42
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Won’t you be the same for hours
till all the light gets eaten up throughout the day?
Darling. Wake the evening flowers?
Tell them that the time just gets in the way.
Cause I can’t see in front of me.
No I can’t see that far in front of me.
I could be the one you love,
when all the love is spoken for. I’m sure, you know. You don’t.
And I could be the one you want
when all the things you think you want are wants at once unknown.
Cause I can’t see in front of me.
No I can’t see that far in front of me.
No I can’t see that far in front of me.
Man, I couldn’t see that far.
We couldn’t stay awake for hours.
We can’t sleep the changes out.
We can’t beat the drum till I
fall asleep for days. I’m tired.
I don’t wanna be this way for weeks
till I’m worn out, I just wanna go to bed.
Just go to bed.
(Cause I cant see in front of me.
No I can’t see that far in front of me.)
We couldn’t stay awake for hours
We couldn’t stay awake for hours
We couldn’t stay awake for hours
We couldn’t stay awake for hours.
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You’ve got strings beneath your fingernails
and laced between your hands I start to trail.
“I won’t let you see me how you say,
I can’t make you see you how you may.”
But we can and change.
But we can and change.
Put me in your poems, I won’t complain.
Write about me sweetly from your plane.
From now on, my songs will try their best
to be the happy songs you guys suggest.
But we can and change.
But we can and change.
I was told that everyone’s a tape
and every time we loop, we start to fade
No one ever really changed their heart.
We just wind back all our tracks and change their parts.
But we can and change.
We can and change.
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I’ll lose all the hair in a year or so
when my blemish clears
and I’m centerfold.
I’ll gain all the wisdom I wished when I’m old.
then my memory fades.
and I’m headed home.
We’ll know what it means to think we deserve
all the patience bought
by the mercy learned.
And to see that your eyes are the color they were
when you took your steps -
still the same, I’m sure.
I am all the ages I’ve ever been.
I am all the years that I’ve ever lived.
I am all the grace that I’ll ever give.
I am all the changes I ever missed.
I am all the ages I’ve ever been.
I am all the years that I’ve ever lived.
I am all the grace that I’ll ever give.
I am all the changes I ever missed.
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Hudson Freeman Springfield, Missouri
Hudson Freeman is an indie-rock band from Springfield, Missouri. With many of his formative years spent in Swaziland, Africa - his time spent abroad has given him a unique perspective that's reflected upon often via his eclectic folk-rock project. As a dexterous lyricist, and sensitive, yet compelling performer, Hudson Freeman seeks to write catchy songs with meaning and emotion to follow suit. ... more
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