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01 Undermine
03:07
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you measure everything with your middle finger.
belief is coiled behind your eyes.
and all of those things you're thinking.
they never happen all the time.
maybe someday you'll find
the things you undermine.
maybe there's more to you
waiting for it to come in view.
sometime you feel just like a stranger here.
but where else is there for you to go?
a head full of photographs
a heart full of red shards and broken glass
maybe someday you'll find
the things you undermine.
you measure everything with your middle finger.
not that you ever show your hand.
every year you pass the day
when your fire will wave goodbye...
before then I hope that you find
the things you undermine.
maybe there's more to you
waiting for it to come in view.
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2. |
02 New York Minute
03:48
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she looked down at her phone
he looked up the building
and they walked right into each other
both colliding and unwilling
two different worlds had been sharing the same planet
and this was the beginning of the end of those differences
the rattlesnake chatter
of the jackhammer
was like music to them as they dusted themselves off
they had just met God, incognito
two different worlds had been sharing the same planet
and this was the beginning of the end of those differences
everything changes in a New York minute
everything rearranges
everyone / seems normal / until / you get / to know (them)
two different worlds had been sharing the same planet
and this was the beginning of the end of taking that for granted.
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3. |
03 The Swing Of Things
03:46
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you don't know friend or foe
shadowboxing in a soul doubt show
don't you remember when
when you weren't a statue
When you could move with
the swing of things.
come closer, over here
it's not over, it's not even close, my dear
don't you remember when
when you weren't a statue
when you could move to
the swing of things.
I think you're looking in the wrong place
your frozen daylight, your sleepless nights
escape into a warm embrace
and thaw that cold inside
don't you remember when
when you weren't a statue
When you could move with
the swing of things.
It's close quarters when you're the king
you close the borders you don't give up anything
oh hello your highness F minus
your ego is blocking the light show
come closer, over here
it's not over, my dear
don't you remember when
when you weren't a statue
When you could move to
the swing of things.
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4. |
04 No Shakespeare There
04:03
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You're a monkey at a typewriter, but... no Shakespeare there
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5. |
05 Her Blood, His Heart
02:38
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looking away from the monitor nurse Bethany smiled
she had the same rare blood as the boy in the file
and as the needle pierced her skin
she saw something coming
it was like nothing that she had come to expect
she swam away into night
joining other moths to light
searching for a place to call home
and the rest of the world, turning
nurses talking quietly concerning concerning
she swam away into night
joining other moths to light
he opened his eyes to the sunlight through the window
outside cherry tree limbs are tapping in morse code
and his heart is where her blood flowed
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6. |
06 Bowl Of Cherries
02:49
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the town cryer's crying loud down at the bar
the world reeled from the shock
yeah. I know. same. old. same.
and over there the village idiot's
publicly holding court... oh but it's OK
he swore everyone to confidence
shift change and I'm out of here shift change
talk about bad chemistry
as much fun as self dentistry
just be yourself just be yourself (yeah)
unless your self is no good
just be yourself just be yourself (yeah)
unless your self's annoying
unless your self's destroying
unless your self's upsetting me
(and my) bowl of cherries
I'm just waiting here for your endless
stream of consciousness
to dry up and I'll try
to make some sense
shift change and I'm out of here shift change
talk about bad chemistry
as much fun as self dentistry
just be yourself just be yourself (yeah)
unless your self is no good
just be yourself just be yourself (yeah)
unless your self's annoying
unless your self's destroying
unless your self's upsetting me
(and my) bowl of cherries
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7. |
07 First Sight
03:00
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first light, last day
when you catch a plane
the dark clouds from yesterday give way to rain
I can't explain the tidal wave
that's crashing in my veins
Sarah
I'm not good with goodbye
Sarah
there's gold in the green of your eyes
first sight, love at
I never believed in that.
until every atom in me changed
I can't explain love at
first sight I can't explain that
Sarah
I'm not good with goodbye
Sarah
there's gold in the green of your eyes
just one thing that I never told you
I was sent here to watch over you
wingless angel blind to
this not coming with you
just one half of
a great love that wasn't meant to be
and silently she'd left my room
before I told her what I knew
That's her plane climbing into the blue
Sarah
I'm not good with goodbye
Sarah
there's gold in the green of your eyes
Sarah
I'm not good with goodbye
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8. |
08 Improvised Paradise
03:10
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feeling good
is not a problem to solve
don't break the spell
when the moment is gold
here's the thing
don't miss the first day of spring
you feel like a mime
forced to perform
your show to the blind
and chloroformed
can't stop the waves
but you can learn how to surf
we'll improvise our own
paradise
we'll improvise
paradise
spring in my step
a green traffic light
day after day
the sun chases the night
here's the thing
don't miss the first day of spring
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I woke to the sound of
a footstep pausing outside my door
a soft creaking floorboard
and then a presence in the room
and your face illumined by the moon
you'll always find me
it doesn't matter where I move
an orbiting heartache
a cut down flower in a vase
and your face illumined by the moon
Love
this will be our secret
waking from a dream kept
alive alone
your tiny coffin
it's the hardest thing in the ground
alone in my bed
the blanket shifts as someone sits down
a sudden presence in the room
and my child illumined by the moon
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These
There are my formal sweat pants
I'm wearing them for you
Let me escort you to our very own living room
The one with the napping dog
Pearly girl
Eyeing my breakfast
With her giant nose sharply focussed on my toast
Time for breakfast music
Time for me to wind up my music box
Time for me to wind up my music box
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11. |
11 Simple Kindness
02:57
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no, you don't know me
but i've been watching you
you mask every restless move
trying to be understood
more or less
i've seen your passion muted by
pointless distractions
where anything can happen
in the opposite direction
more or less
you're too complicated
for a simple kindness
turns out less is more
took me a while to get that
your brushstroke metaphors
they'll paint you in a corner
more or less
you're too complicated
for a simple kindness
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12. |
12 Further Out To Sea
04:13
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footprints in the sand
going home
rippling light
swallowed up in memory
the steady rhythm
the pulsing waves
the last time I saw her she was
swimming further out to sea
here
in the waiting room
of eternity
it's your turn
a figure eight
falls on its side
the last time I saw her she was
swimming further out to sea
diving into the surface
underneath the great blue nowhere
she's been to the corners
of this round earth
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Nectarine Portland, Oregon
Click the album cover to hear the songs. Clean acoustic recordings with atmospheric production. Miniature Pop Nouveau slice of life songs that reward repeated listens in both the music and lyrics. Inspired by the Baroque Pop and Chamber Pop counterpoint, textural and harmonic flows of the 60's styles to Acoustic Singer Songwriter song forms and Art Rock textural production techniques from the 70 ... more
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