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Ode to a Sunflower
01:47
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There is no sunflower I see
There is no sunflower in me
No abundant field planted in my soul
No nothing there will grow to be loved and cared for
Then your voice comes through
Like a howl on the wind
Like a warm storm in spring
Like a blue moon in June
I see a sunflower in bloom
I see a sunflower in you
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2. |
Experience
01:46
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Experience gets lost in the need for a snap
A memory it is, then gone
The river won't stop as you catch your breath
It just keeps rushing on
Be yourself the other Graham said
For we within time are a fray
And as the lights gleam in the distance they lay
My old life fades away
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3. |
Wasting Days
02:56
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Wasting days like I'm wasting water in my wine
Make it smoother so I can keep it down
But at least you make me try
Grabbing for something that's only in my head
Rarer still are the times they manifest
But at least you make me try
When it seems I've hit the shore
And I've fastened to a cleat decaying, rusted, ocean-worn
From what I can see
We all sink eventually
But we both know there's something to saying we
But at least you make me try
Despite all that I might say
To convince myself of something
That isn't true anyway
From what I can see
The page turns eventually
And we both know there's something to saying we
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4. |
Run For Your Life
03:20
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Run for your life
There's a gathering storm outside
And those thunderheads are grinning with delight
While you're getting high
Late in the night
Run for your life
This town's next in line
That night we drank in the parking lot rewired your mind
If nothing really matters
Why do you try
All those wasted weekends
Thrown on as fuel for the fire
Shining bright, but casting no light
On the path to your desires
Counterfeit contentment led you astray
Run for your life
By Wednesday you'll be gone
And before you that lightning flashes on
But the only light that shines on you
Is coming from your phone
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5. |
If You Are the Sun
02:49
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If you are the sun on a cold day
Then I'm like the snow
For I soften when you shine
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6. |
Nine Hours
03:59
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Nine hours from the Pacific coast and I already miss it
Outside New England's shape starts to shift
Skeletal trees poke through the snow like daggers
I have nothing to do but exist
What kind of life is this
Jumping ship for a nomadic life with no risk
Arms wrapped around my chest in the cold
Trembling, searching for warmth
"M Train" called to me like an omen
While you wait patiently in New York City
What kind of life is this
Jumping ship for a nomadic life with no risk
Brief as the setting sun
Is happiness spent far away and on the run
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7. |
Weird Lullabies
03:11
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I'd like to beat up time with a big old stick
And desert it inert in the rain
Throw out my watch and replace it with a tattoo
Of a watch or my latest excuse
I want to grow my arms to 1 AU
To hold the sun just right on the horizon
Make sure the sky is purple and pink
No I won't be satisfied with just blue
But you can't do it
No you can't do it
I wish I had the power to jump inside pictures
And relive those moments for a while
Not change a thing, just live in a dream
Of nostalgia leaves that stay forever green
I want to be my best friend one day
Be there for myself when I'm in need
To sing myself some weird lullabies
And rock myself into the next life
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8. |
On the Mend
04:23
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It was the first time I opened my blinds
And really let the sun come in
Despite all the times I'd run and hide
Afraid of what another might have said
On the mend
I longed for a time that could not be tapped into again
On the mend
It felt good to float on but that affluent came to an end
It was the first time I'd opened my blinds
And really let the sun come in
Despite all the times I'd closed my eyes
And realized I wasn't a friend
On the mend
So long to aimless, windless sinking ship I was in
I'm holding onto a friend
On the mend
Even light from the moon exposes weakened branches so thin
I'm hanging on by a thread
On the mend
On the mend
On the mend
On the mend
I watched you tear that hole in the sky
I watched you as you flew away and said goodbye
I watched you tear that hole in the sky
I watched you as you flew away and said goodbye
On the mend
On the mend
On the mend
On the mend
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Falls Hall Brooklyn, New York
The nagging of time and change and the way we feel about it all through love and loss is at the center of Falls Hall's work.
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