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Gave On (M. Street)
01:26
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If you do now find yourself wondering where to go
If you do find yourself wandering some lonely road
In search of snow, or home
Or whatever you chose
Hung on, hung in, hung out, hung up
Hung here are pictures of the ones we'll always love
I wonder when, oh when will pictures be enough
And time means less and less ever since this begun
The years will all blend into one
Time and again
I think, I hope your having fun
Gave on, gave in, gave out, gave up
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Black Box (M. Street)
03:38
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You fell in love with the sunshine
And you took a walk with a boy
You spent half a year on the verge of tears
Just because nothing ever feels like it did before
So now I understand if you're bitter
Frankly sometimes I do feel the same
It's amazing how in your own homes how the comfort and the pain
Well they just grow
This is the field where I realized I loved you
And they just grow
This is the diner where we learned that people die before their time sometimes
The impermanence of it all
Don't you let it make you feel too very small
We saw new constellations with each observation
The night sky grows bigger it seems
But under our ceilings is much more revealing
You'll find what we found in our dreams
And I dreamt that all my old friends got together again
Had a potluck or something, somewhere that we've never been
And we settle and it's so strange
The way that people in situations change
You got caught up in some crazy current
Now it seems as though we speak a completely different language
But you'll always be as beautiful as the moment that we met
And so I tried to write a song for my father
San francisco bus ride that take way too long
He said "you're coming back home boy
Don't feel so alone
Love yourself and you'll do no wrong."
But the interstate and life go on and on
And on and on and on and on
And I wrote my dad a nice blackbox recording
Just to hear what people say
When they realize what's coming
About a second or so away
He said, "it starts with 'oh shit' and it ends with 'I'm sorry'"
And it plays in his head all the time
And I'm not oh and it's so crazy
The ways we all sabotage our very own peace of mind
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Cynicism (M. Street)
02:32
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I once saw a sunset
so vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect
I once had a lover,
I'm not sure if I'll recover,
but I know it was worth it
Then, last night in the car,
the falling raindrops looked like stars
of some incalculable speed
Then later, my friends said
"Good to see you again, this is a home to me"
So I wrote a song and I called it "The Love of my Life"
Said "don't be gone long", it now sings me to sleep every night
And I never learned a lesson looking at my own reflection,
But sometimes it seems useful
So I loosen my heart strings in high hopes
Of starting to find something truthful
Cynicism isn't wisdom,
It's a lazy way to say that you've been burned
It seems, if anything,
You'd be less certain after everything you ever learned
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Ginsberg (M. Street)
04:01
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I saw the best minds of my generation passed out in their prime,
Waiting on a suitable time for waking up.
I must have looked in your eyes about two thousand times
But I never saw a sign,
No, Nothing to say "this was a time for giving up..."
And if you somehow still believe in love,
Try not to let it hurt so bad
Don't you know that you always had everything that you need?
If there was something in the stars above
Besides our sentiments and masses of gasses,
I used to swear that it still hadn't shown itself to me,
But why should it?
I had a dream about parking lots and shopping malls and lies.
The only words anyone could muster were just
"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye"
And ain't I ashamed, ain't I ashamed to engage in these infantile notions of pain?
When we wake up, it's always the same,
Still I hope everything is okay...
I took a walk in your shoes, you know that I got the blues
Thinking about how there's this wall,
It makes climbers of us all 'til we eventually fall
And so you talk about your ideals like they're not how you feel,
Like they're a dream you hold inside, an old plan left unrealized
Until the day that it died.
Well, if you're waiting on the world to change,
Don't waste your precious heart,
Oh, I know that you are too smart to think that it will.
That sure is one way to live
But one day something has got to give,
And if you're not ready,
You sure fancy yourself lonesome still.
So don't cry so hard for things that haven't come yet,
Don't live your life like it's already gone,
And don't listen to closely to nobody just trying to make themselves feel better with some song.
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Sands (M. Street)
04:33
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Sleep in some
Safe song to hum
Dreams we've spun and
Will run from
The heavy head
That goes to bed
Wishing for some
New day to come and is a
High load of the beating of your memories
That in their light make your days bright and dark
Said in my pockets there is sand
Oh, from many different lands
I long only for the one that's marked with stars
Cuz my home it holds my bed, my head, my heart
Spent your days searching for some sunset
Search for sunset, yeah you search for so long
Drenched in darkness are you so full of pride now
Cuz you saw what you were seeking, now the sunset is gone
But the sun will rise a thousand times and
Will you still be so surprised to say
For every sun that is somewhere setting
There is one that is somewhere set to rise
Every pretty thing you find yourself forgetting
There's a million nasty moments set to widen your eyes
So I know it's best to hold my tongue
Not trapped myself in time
Till you come home and
Listen to the ones you cannot remember
Sing as loud as the ones you can't forget
These autumn days lead to another December
Furnished with a feeling that you haven't shaken yet
And on and on
What went wrong?
Sing yourself a story to the same old song, yeah, well
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It's the lighthouse where I said I'd always love you
In the end, where I never knew your name
In our lifetimes there's so many things we could do so
I wish we wouldn't spend them polishing our own pain
And you sang a song for time
Give me the one that's right for spying and
To the ones as they go past you
To the ones that you will one day leave behind
Speak kindly to the ones who never found the words to ask you, though
A million years could pass and they would never seem to mind
And I refuse to believe it was ever naive to say
Give your heart to everything that you could find
Try yourself, you try instead of everything you think, you said
Everything that matters is sure to take time
this fearsome face
We'll find its place
Give it time and
Give it space
Give it a name
It'll come if you call it
Give it shape
Even if that's how you recalled
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Sparks (M. Street)
01:23
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We try to take nothing for granted
Like breakfast, and breathing, and short term memory
But sometimes it gets so cold you almost can't stand it
To remember is to be reminded so insensitively
That it's hard not being told who to be
But the tradeoff is incredible just to know that you're free
The best trapeze artists perform with no nets
No one ever won a jackpot on a gentleman's bet
So you wake up from the best dreams just to find your bed's wet
And of course no life comes without a hint of regret
But you can drive to Indiana
Visit your metal friends in Savannah
Or fly to England on a plane
And though all the maps say that you are far away
There are memories, warm feelings which will always remain
Like college radio late nights
And heart to hearts, curbsides
The sheer beauty of which there are not words to explain
The ghosts in the attic sure beat TV static
We were up all night and damn near insane
And all the time learning from each other how to keep out the rain
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We try to take nothing for granted
Like breakfast, and breathing, and short term memory
But sometimes it gets so cold you almost can't stand it
To remember is to be reminded so insensitively
That it's hard not being told who to be
But the tradeoff is incredible just to know that you're free
The best trapeze artists perform with no nets
No one ever won a jackpot on a gentleman's bet
So you wake up from the best dreams just to find your bed's wet
And of course no life comes without a hint of regret
But you can drive to Indiana
Visit your metal friends in Savannah
Or fly to England on a plane
And though all the maps say that you are far away
There are memories, warm feelings which will always remain
Like college radio late nights
And heart to hearts, curbsides
The sheer beauty of which there are not words to explain
The ghosts in the attic sure beat TV static
We were up all night and damn near insane
And all the time learning from each other how to keep out the rain
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Atoms (M. Street)
02:40
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The color of an afternoon just like when you were 5 years old
The moon over the ocean I've seen from a island evening
Progression does start to lose it's meaning
If we have spent most of a lifetime dreaming
Then dreaming is the state we shall keep
The stories of our solitudes will sing themselves to sleep
And we will sing to everything, the stories of where we have beens
The history that's coursing through our veins
No, nothing factual is written on a page
So surely and so steadily, a slowly moving cloud will whisper
"I am but for hours born to last
And your soggy soaking future is my foggy fading past
And so now if you want to wish upon me, wish upon me fast
Whatever can be held in your heart, well, is surely yours to grasp"
So you wish for a picture of all of the people that you had the pleasure to know
Or a postcard from all of the places that you ever wanted to go
Saying, "You are here now on this magical night"
The southern sky at sunset, well, it's such a stunning sight
You can sleep safely and soundly and you are loved
And nothing ever does begin like nothing ever ends
Ask every atom in your body and they're sure tell you
"Friend, I'm old as time and older still
And you are made of everything you love, you feel, or kill
I will outlive you, and forgive you, and be just a baby still"
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Nana Grizol Athens, Georgia
Nana Grizol is a rock band from Athens, GA. Their most recent album, South somewhere Else, is about growing up in that town. In addition to Theo, Jared, Robbee, and Matte, South Somewhere Else features BZ Gibbs, Sherri Miller, and Kym Register. Cover painting by Patrick Sprague ... more
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