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limits
01:00
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Knowing that I'm different now, they said "don't talk yet"
I can still improve my life, make plans and stick to them
Maybe that's the future we deserve, hard work that never ends
I no longer trust the world, all lives have limits
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yellow hand
02:53
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My baby sent a yellow hand, sent a yellow hand
in my time of need, i found solace in greed
not a good reason to pick up the phone
though you think that you might wanna be alone
your baby sent a yellow hand sent a funny pic
your baby's gonna show you love even when you're sick
don't have what you need? don't know how to proceed?
probably a good time to go to the bridge
here is the part where i know what to do
no longer sweating that i'm better alone
here is the part where i practice self care
look at apartments again
getting it started again
feel broken hearted again for no reason you hope
my baby sent a yellow hand sent a little kiss
while our lifestyles shift i'll find solace in their glyphs
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dynamo process
04:00
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You look at ways to improve your life knowing that the will to change has weakened now. you catch no rays, you'd rather radiate. your proximity to the defenseless will destroy them. one afternoon, one lucky day, it's senseless. one summer night, then a whole week, where'd you go?
You found a world to take care of you, fallible but true. They're good hearted. You deserve that. But all worlds will end in their own future, hopefully not yet. Right now you're defenseless, please don't destroy this. Some afternoon your lucky day will last forever. What will you do, what did you do, where are you going?
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seventeen 2
02:40
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safe bet old king, you know the softest place to die
catch you downtown turners falls peeping 13 reasons why
it's not your fault you don't know
how to persist when you are not on earth
it's not the way you thought it'd go when seventeen or yes it is, hello again
you live so close to the bridge across the river
catch me outside how bou dat access to an end
its not your fault you can't tell if it is actually indeed your fault
it's not a question with an end it's not a question with an end
don't tell me death is not my friend
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hey, do you remember the bird we avoided in vermont, on the way back from our show? hey, do i seem better to you now that i live in the air, finally useless to you? I remember knowing you. I remember times were cold. What were we thinking back then? I remember loving my friend. I don't know exactly what I did wrong. I don't pretend it was nothing but it's not my nature to pick up on these things. Mm, mm. Hey, isn't it crazy? It's been three years since the last we've talked or looked at each other at all. Wow, that's a commitment, as long, as the bird flies in vermont.
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buy him a horn
02:07
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caught in between
the self centered dream and the part of me that i can't work out right.
the masters of scene
they speak to a dream of a world where class isn't really a factor
i muffle no screams
i passively scheme for a shorter drive to our biggest city
their neighborhoods gleam
their money unclean is the way of art that's related to this
buy him a horn and give him lessons, so he can sound like this
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versions of myself
02:40
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patterns
04:20
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and its changing its whole concept like a pattern newly visible
you don't love her like you loved me
it's your patten to destroy things while you save yourself
i don't fault you if you love her, it's your pattern
i could have seen something like this coming
mother beauty, mother kindness has no pattern can't destroy things, only feeds itself
now straightforward with the in crowd it's a pattern of belonging i can't recognize yet
i would like to know by now the future i deserve and how i safely get there
i would like to question how my brain suspects the worst and how i can avoid that
does it matter who they're with? it matters who they know, it matters if i'm wrong. am i madder than before or do i know a truth belonging to the future
and its changing its whole concept like a pattern in our nature newly visible
you don't love her like you loved me
it's your patten to destroy things while you save yourself
i don't fault you if you love her, it's your pattern
i could have seen something like this coming
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now proceed
04:00
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is it true that i loved you, that you taught me to be still
understand that i see you like a window sees the land
(is it true that i loved you best)
(is it true that i knew you best)
(is it true that i heard you truthfully and always caring)
behold our once great tower stands in memory
staring across a universe we saw and didn't see
look at me
look at you though i love you and you taught me how to love
(is it true that i loved you best)
(is it true that i knew you best)
(is it true that i heard you truthfully and always caring)
understand that you hurt me when you say my life's too much
(then say it say it to me now)
(take credit for your actions now)
(take credit for the part of me you hurt but kept a secret)
behold our once great tower stands in memory
look what you crushed, it's a universe you loved but didn't need
now proceed
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little doggy
02:46
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hello little one
you know the things you're best at little doggy
how close can you get to the real thing
you live in a dream
you live inside a bubble little doggy
how close can you get
how close can you be to the real thing
i know it's not worth making changes on a weak foundation
i can't imagine mine will ever be stable enough
hellow little one
is that what you do for self preservation
or is that who you are
are your choices your own there little doggy
i know it's not worth making changes on a weak foundation
i can't imagine mine will ever be stable enough
i know that i'm not moving along the right road little doggy
not easy to tell the birds of my life from gold canaries
couldn't you see it from the porch of last year calling up like a famous banshee little doggy telling me that i'm just a jacked up amateur see those flashes of gold are just canaries
i know the many discontents of my self preservation
and i can't imagine acting any other way
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history time
03:20
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i fall in love with an old song almost every day. is that enough to prove to you i love this? cos I do
enough for a lifetime every single year, it doesn't add up
with what i really love about you
now
i'm lonely and i'm cold and another year goes by
now i'm hearing something old and i'm hoping it gets me high
now i think i can see why i think i need this
history time
i don't believe in the future. every coming day isn't enough to prove to me it's possible but i can see enough to ask it for another way
it won't be enough but neither can the things i love pro
vide the things i need on time
and another year goes by
now i'm hearing something old and i'm hoping it gets me high
now i think i can see why i think i need you
history time
it seems the flood will soon be coming
music will survive
it isn't enough to keep us living also but for now
it's enough for our lifetime, the business dies with us
that should be enough for you to know i value you much more
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turkish delight
02:14
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twenty eight at last i'm an adult hear my solitude
turning of the screw sense my growing power i'm watching you
a turkish delight and half a cup of tea sounds no good to me
the person i kiss now wants no part of me it's nice to feel free
it's time to satisfy parts of me i let die
lean into grief all alone again
i go to the gym to carve a better me
it's something to do
i punish myself before they get a chance
i'm virtuous too
it's time to kill off the parts of me i don't like
lean into grief, all alone again
old yet innocent i don't love this period of my life
broken hearted so i'm not hungry for just anything
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write basic
03:28
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i can write basic
straight from the heart
i can write simple
i can write smart
never thought i'd be so excited to relax against the shoulder of the globe
is it forever or a holding pattern
never thought i'd be quite this ready for a break
i hear the sound of something old
i hear the sound of a new wAy
i could be kinder
i could be true
i could be smarter
i could be you
never thought i'd be so excited to be gone
from all the worry and the speed
from all the gossip and the oleander
never thought i'd be quite this ready to retract
i hear the sound of renewed faith
i hear the clinking of the keys
how to react? i feel no pressure
how to react to days of leisure, ahhhhh
the casio and bass can wait
writing will show you no escape
there's no way out except to wait
i can write basic
i'll be sincere
i can write simple
i can be clear
never thought i'd be so excited to relax against the crook of someone's arm
is it forever or just momentary
never thought i'd be quite this ready for a break
i hear the sound of something old
i hear the sound of something coming
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not so fast
02:26
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forget how to speak
the cat got my tongue again
forgot how to lie
if ever i will again
not so fast
give me control o'er the rest of my mind
holy one
prince of ideas i know, i promise i'm listening
it's so hard to wait
i'm trying to write about you
we all of us hide
if ever we were outstanding
not so fast
give me control o'er the rest of my life
only one
master of taste, i know, i promise i'll synthesize
not unwilling to love am i
why am i not uncertain that i'm feeling something nice for once
fine for a second i'm fine for a moment longer aren't i?
i'm earning this riff. i'm earning that florid chorus.
straight out of a dream if ever i'd dream another
wrote too fast
give me control o'er the course of my dreams
lonely one
deacon of mess, i know, i promise i'll stay awake
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half the time
03:00
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i want to be told that i'm the most beautiful for years of night
i want to be old i want to be purposeful
once in my life i heard i was but now i hear that i'm crazy, unwell, difficult
but who spins it so that i'm the deficient one, it's not just me
i want to be old so this can stop bothering me
its ceaseless yell i heard myself making i hear it sounds desperate, not good, pitiful
i know you think that time will be fair
i don't trust you anymore
i no longer think it's worth it
i see you with your spotless record getting free
patterned beautifully :)
it's finally done, i'm now the most beautiful and in my night
i don't need to be told a nice ending or anything
once in my life i thought i was bad now i feel i'm good maybe half the time
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wendyeisenberg Brooklyn, New York
wendy eisenberg is an improviser and songwriter who uses guitar, pedals, the tenor banjo, the computer, the synthesizer and the voice.
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