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Paint
04:10
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The birds sit on telephone lines making abacus beads,
and they've counting up the miles logged on city side streets,
they've been shifting down the wires to make room for more feet.
Crows lining up to talk about who they got to meet.
I've been having all these dreams that start when I blink
where you'll drop this burden to the ground, and lift your hands to my face.
And, I'll make some mention of my beard marking the days.
You'll just say something like, you don't feel like it's that long.
So, paint me your fool.
I'd be happy to happy to hear you're painting again.
And I'll sit real still,
and try to keep on smiling.
I've been picking up to speed, and I've been trying to call this home,
but all the crosses keep me worried along the side of the road.
They've been rapping at my windows and they're knocking at my doors,
ghosts sitting in the fog just trying to bum a smoke.
And, I've been getting tired, but I can't seem to find my bed.
That spot that you once laid in is just a cold, hard grave instead;
so, I'm glad that I'm not sleeping, but I need to find some rest.
The words turning in my mind are driving me out of my head.
So, paint me your fool.
I'd be happy to happy to hear you're painting again.
And I'll sit real still,
and try to keep on smiling for you.
But like a shotgun spray,
the birds flew away!
Now, I've got nothing to count on, and you,
you've got nothing, you've got nothing to say.
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Noah
04:22
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I am not Noah, but I made it through a flood;
and, I am not a writer, I just gathered what I could.
I gathered all the beasts inside of me, one by one.
And I swept my love to shelter where I waited for the rains to come.
So you could say that I was prepared.
So you could say that I was prepared.
When the wicked rains all cease to be,
I'm still waiting
for that dove with the olive branch
to come and greet me.
I am not a prophet, I just practice what I preach.
I am not a fighter, I just know when I've been beat.
I tried to reconcile with and wrestle all of my beasts;
and, I swept my love to safety, where I kept her with some secrecy.
So you could say that I was prepared.
So you could say that I was prepared.
When the arrowed sea of war recedes,
I'm still waiting
for the hand in my pocket
just wondering where we'll all be.
But I am not a martyr, 'cuz I am still alive,
and I am not a liar, 'cuz I've yet to tell a lie.
I told you what I needed, and it was us side-by side.
My love has led my back to you, now it's just waiting for your knife.
So you could say that I was prepared.
So you could say that I was prepared.
But you are no Mara, and that's simple to see,
and if anyone's a writer: it's all for history.
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Geometry
02:47
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I've been running in straight lines and talking in circles,
my tongue tied up in tiny little knots.
And you've been running in circles and talking in straight lines
like absolutes and "I love you's" and so
I don't know where you're going,
just hope that you get there
and invite me when the weather gets warm.
Warm
You've been having these feelings for when I'm still dreaming
that tell you to get scared when I get close.
And, I've been having these bad dreams,
ones where we don't speak.
Waking up, the cat has got my tongue,
so I'm gasping for air like I'm coming from Hell where
all my dreams are burning, I can't breathe.
Breathe.
You've been coming in quiet in hopes you don't wake me
and tip-toe into your side of the bed.
But, I've been screaming in pillows and turning in my sheets,
my arms in question marks beside my chest.
So, I can't say that I'm waiting,
just know that I'll be there
if you decide to find your way on home.
Home.
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4. |
Fall
02:20
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You had me.
You said his name.
You lost me.
it's just the same.
You fall,
you break.
You fall,
you break.
You're silent,
you're waiting.
You're so scared,
you're praying.
The air's cold
as the wind blows.
Your hands fight
the 'chutes closed.
You had me.
You said his name.
You lost me,
but it's just the same.
You fall,
you break.
You fall,
you break.
Your words,
all of them,
were written
by another's pen.
Your bullets,
every one,
was shot from
another's gun.
But, you had me,
and you said his name.
You lost me,
but it's just the same.
You fall,
you break.
You fall,
you break.
You fall,
you break.
You fall,
you break.
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Apple Tree
03:40
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There's a root being dug up
to make way for the others.
It's grown too thick, it's far too strong,
so it's choking one side out.
And there are leaves that are dying
on the ground, in a pile.
They've fallen sick. They don't have long,
so they're changing colors on the lawn.
But don't go asking about all these scars,
I've got so much skin to live in!
And, yes, I know the axe, the hand, that took her love from me,
but that won't bring her back., my Apple Tree.
There's a branch being tarred
where the lightning came for my heart.
It came in quick and then was gone,
so now my love is bubbling its way out.
And there's a knot in my back
where the lovebird makes its nest
who's far too weak to make its song
so it's waiting silently on the dawn.
But don't go asking about all these scars
I've got so much skin left to live in.
And, yes, I know the axe, the hand that took her love from me,
but that won't change a thing, my Apple Tree.
Though she's been ground down to dirt,
I trust that I'm still in her heart
and that she'll come back to me.
The rain will bring her back to life.
I know her love still beats in those seeds.
Oh, my love, come back to me.
Come back to me.
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Magpie
03:44
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Magpie, Magpie, I see you
Magpie, Magpie, you're not all black and white.
When I get close to you, I see,
I see your colors.
You're blue, what makes you?
Is it the clefts in your feet?
Is it your carrion beak?
Is the the sun that makes you weep,
or the sun that makes you?
Magpie, Magpie, I know you.
Magpie, Magpie, your eyes aren't drenched in white.
When I get close to you, I see,
I see your colors.
Your eyes are red. What makes them?
Is it your blood that's thinning,
or a brotherhood?
Is it your sun going down?
Magpie, Magpie, I read you.
Magpie, Magpie, you're not in two-tone type.
When I get close to you, I see,
I see your colors.
You're green. Magpie, is it me?
Is it your need to be free,
uncaged and singing?
Is it your sun going down over a sea?
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7. |
Like Hell
04:15
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I, I can't write about you
but don't, don't distress love.
'Cuz I may never get this right,
but at least I figured out why.
You see, you can only sing
in so many keys.
And, I, I've realized that
you're more than music to me.
It starts when you curse,
and I try to capture it in words;
but, I fail to pen the verse
'cuz my heart keeps choking on the verbs.
You know I'll try like hell to write it.
You know I'll try like hell to write it.
It goes on when you smile for us
and like the sun, I try to capture all of its brightness,
but I fail to pen the chorus
'cuz my lead's to shy and stays in my pencils.
You know I'll try like hell to write it.
You know I'll try like hell to write it.
It comes in when you're sleepin'
and I dream up the perfect refrain.
But, it's gone the moment you wake up
like the freckles that blanket your eyelids.
And so I'll give in to details,
and I will write them down for you.
And in the morning when you wake up,
we can make a duet that we can sing to,
You know I'll try like hell to write it.
You know I'll try like hell
to write it.
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We were heat.
The object of the Sun's envy.
The object of the Sun's envy.
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9. |
Don't You Go
03:44
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I met a man old as the Sun,
withs word as wise and bright as one.
He told me to take a walk with him.
And, so I left with skeptic steps,
bating my thoughts and cynic's breaths,
I didn't know quite what to expect.
But when I paused, that's when he spoke,
"Your heart's been broken, that's no joke.
But hear me out, then just wait and see."
So I humored him and listened well.
Words from his lips so cautious fell,
"There is a girl you'll love before you leave.
Don't you go telling everyone that you're in love!
Well, don't you know that's the best way to get caught?
My heart, it jumped into my throat.
I didn't know how he could know
something that he had never seen.
He carried on for not too long,
my eyes grew wide, I sang this song,
and returned to the place I was before
where I met a girl within her eyes
just as the old man prophesized.
My anxious anchor sank into my knees.
So, I sat down to catch my breath
and stop the shaking in my legs.
She came and knelt, and whispered in my ear,
"Don't you go telling everyone that I'm your love!
Don't you know I heard every word on your walk?"
She said, "You can't take his advice
and be happy until you die.
That may be a life, but it is not life to me.
First, you're born and then you're gone,
a second chance may never come.
I can't love someone afraid of loving me."
And, as she got up to walk away,
I raised to my voice so I could say,
"You heard the old man right, but I'm not him.
He told me not to tell anyone,
but I'm telling everyone
from my soapbox sleeve sewn of my fatal flaws.
So don't you go, I've been waiting for my love to come.
Don't you know I've been waiting to get caught?
Don't you go, I've been waiting for your love to come.
Don't you know I've been telling everyone?
I've been telling everyone."
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10. |
Home
04:00
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I miss home. I miss her.
I've been back for over a week.
I changed clothes, I cleaned up,
but I'm forgetting how to speak.
So, I'm waiting in somebody's basement,
testing my vocabulary.
It's cold out. It's snowing.
I'm scared of simple remedies.
Thinking science, not fiction,
my heart is still in my body.
Still, I'm waiting in my friend's basement
for the ride to come and get me
to take me back home.
I want to go home.
I need to come home.
Just let me come home.
I need to come home.
Just let me come home.
I want to come home.
Just let me come home.
I'll try to warm up your feet,
I need your pulse in my sleep.
And, I could finally be free
if my speech could keep up with my dreams.
I'll try to warm up your feet,
I need your pulse in my sleep.
And, I could finally be free
if my speech could keep up with my dreams.
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11. |
Cave
03:51
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I caught a fire in my left hand,
slowly felt it burn away.
Oh, how it burned away.
I caught a fire in my brain,
slowly watched it turn to gray.
That's my favorite shade.
And it's clear that my life is a cave.
I feel a little lost when I'm not writing.
And my hand, it burns as bright as day,
casting shadows on the walls I've made face.
I got a beer with my best friends,
slowly felt it slip away,
and how it slips away.
Got a beer in the morning.
I had to laugh at how good it tastes.
My, how good you taste.
But without my walls, I feel like I am nothing
and this weight can get to crushing me.
Well, just to think that all that I have built
could be torn between you and me...
I caught in my throat,
and slowly felt it move away,
and how it moved away
through my chest to my left hand.
I guess I'll watch it burn away.
Man, I hope she stays,
'cuz it's clear that my life is a cave.
I feel a little lost when she's not with me.
And, my hand, it still burns as bright as day
casting shadows, oh, I hope I can save my face.
Oh no.
Caught a fire in my brain,
slowly felt it turn to gray
and that's my favorite shade.
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12. |
What You're Doing
04:01
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If you talk about me always when you're with him,
did you tell him about that night we kissed?
And, do you worry about the forked tongue that I felt
feeling the same way on his lips?
And, if you think about me always when you sleep with him,
do you tell him every morning that your conscience wins.
And, do you worry about him in my side of the bed,
or is that the reason why you rarely sleep in it?
And I ask, "Do you, do you, do you, do you know?
Well, do you, do you, do you, do you know?
Well, do you, do you, do you, do you know?"
And, if you're staying with him 'cuz you're scared that things will change,
remember what you wanted that tattoo I drew to say.
And, don't you worry about me, Darlin', I've got too much love to hate,
too many pretty people, and too many stages to play.
But, if you're staying with him to push your dreams away,
remember that the sun must go down to start another day.
Don't you worry about it, Darlin', if you come back to me again,
I'll be waiting for that letter if you find a better man.
Now, I ask, "Do you, do you, do you, do you know?
Well, do you, do you, do you, do you know?
Yeah, do you, do you, do you, do you know?
Do you, do you, do you, do you know?"
Remember me, Darlin', as something like the sea.
Something timeless and ageless, though we both know that's not me.
Well, remember me, Darlin', like a happy memory.
Bring your words like "forever," and I'll meet you in that fantasy.
Yeah, remember me, Darlin', like an old, old tree.
Something that was here when you got here and still will be when you leave.
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13. |
Right Now
06:29
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When the tension hit the strings,
the weight fell, it fell so heavily.
We floated like we didn't weigh a thing.
When the bridge hit the water,
we sank so silently.
But you don't have to know right now.
You don't have to know right now.
You don't have to know right now
You don't have to know right now where we're going.
Your mother, she's been asking after you.
Where you'd gone, and who you'd run off to.
I said, "I don't know." I didn't have a clue,
and no series of events could offset the fit she threw.
But you don't have to know right now.
You don't have to know right now.
You don't have to know right now
You don't have to know right now.
You don't have to know right now.
You don't have to know right now how to tell her.
You can swim and try to reach the shore,
but the water in your lungs will make your body sore.
So stay with me, we'll sink into the floor.
Yeah, stay with me. We'll make the ocean our home.
But, you don't have to go right now.
You don't have to go right now.
You don't have to go right now.
You don't have to go right now.
I said, you don't have to go right now, stay with me.
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Leftmore Denver, Colorado
Leftmore is an indie acoustic rock act from Colorado, started in 2005 by Matthew Shaw and Joe Ziegler. Joe went solo from late in 2009 to early in 2014, one part story-teller, one part emotive melody, and at least one part human. Matt rejoined with Chris Doxtator on drums and Geoff Brent on bass guitar. The lineup now vacillates between the solo, duo, and quartet conditionally based on time-space. ... more
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