1. |
Burn
02:01
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2. |
Candle 1
05:34
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In the candle the soft blur drips over my eyes
The buzzer is tied around me in bows
Through cracks I can feel seamless in these sheets
I can turn over on my own
With the music
Let them play
Over and over me
In medical sonatas
In this candle light
I take thee
Fourteen thousand floors down
Where the receptionist plays
Origami Pigeons
On her thumbs
And the telephone line
In this ocean feeds
My baleen
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3. |
Hand
06:18
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Looking for a ride outside my door
He jumped in
I told him he’d have to wait
It was a Saturday
Hand to mouth
There’s a mark on my palm
It bleeds into places I’ve been
I try to remember
How
You looked
Before something came
Made me feel this way
You’re on your own
Pain is all that comes when you’re on your own
He put his arms around me
He said
Hey son
I’m sorry but that’s just the way of life
Like a tree that opens up its branches
It too must learn to wait
What about all those times you got down on your knees
And kissed the ground
There’s beauty and joy
Lift up your head boy
And look around
A little bit of this
And a little bit of that
Fly around this house
Inside out
Footsteps
A boulevard
An airplane
A postcard
I’m sending myself back
To a time before
When there wasn’t anything more
Than a smile
No one had to tell me
Hey
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4. |
High Hopes
00:28
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5. |
The Dance
02:27
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6. |
Candle 2
03:50
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Not too much
No, no, no
With milk
To wake me gently
With milk
Tease
Apart my clock gear shoulders
This room is red
But white lines spin around me
Waiting softly for the oil to burn away
And outside the silly darkness
Bends and drifts through these metal bars and wires
Tell me how
How does my pleasant penitentiary grow
With blue bird songs
And round robin night shifts
To swing these daylight sticks
The spinning wick on the wall
It whispers
He’s not sleeping
No, no, no
He’s dreaming
Let us leave him alone for a while
That quiet buy
With his nose in the sand
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7. |
The Dance
02:27
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8. |
Tree
05:03
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Excuse me please
I’m in this tree
I’ve lost my ball
I’m very small
It’s impossible
To see them fall
They’ll spiral
Away
Above us is the sky
A twig in my eye
There’s no need ring
The apothecary
The service will at ten
We’ll bury a friend
Good bye my brown eyes
You were always kind
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9. |
Hello
06:41
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Hello people
How far I fell over
My love
My fear
So soon to appear
Beyond becoming what you want
There lies a grave of past mistakes
And days go by
As if to prove we’re alive
My horse
My hat
My bow and arrow
This roof over
My foal and sparrow
We live amongst the rows
These seeds we sow below
Mitochondria
It said that you would wait
Just a little bit
Too far away
Oh, dystopia
Turn over your hand
Do you see a little one?
Its eyes are bright
Do you see a little light?
Hello people
How far I fell over
My love
My fear
So soon to appear
Beyond the sun
Is a shadow
The sun receives a shadow
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10. |
High Hopes
00:56
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11. |
Sold
01:12
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I couldn’t care enough
And so you sold me
You sold me down
Home again
Lost my innocence
Be the one
To break me
Couldn’t you have been the one
To set me free
You sold my innocence
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12. |
Small Man
05:07
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You haven’t eaten
In a long time
And your teeth have turned to wood
Your insides are crumbling
Crumbling
Well if it feels like years
Then maybe it is
It’s been your whole life
‘Cause in a small man’s mind
It’s such a long time
Play that song my baby
Play that song out loud
Sing that song my baby
And when you sing
Sing proud
Well if it feels like years
Maybe it is
It’s been your whole life
‘Cause in a small man’s mind
It’s such a long, long time
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13. |
Candle 3
04:52
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Where we burn no sailors will ever again
Draw upon our temples and say
Oh someday we’ll feel sorry
So forgive us
No, let him lay
In this nighttime building
Fourteen floors
Above and away
Warm in the light
Of a painted paper moon
Bed
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Eli Rector Palm Desert, California
Behavior Analyst.
(B. 1975, Santa Cruz, CA.)
for demos/errata: soundcloud.com/eli-rector
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