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Far From Home
03:06
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Far From Home
Sometimes these pictures lie
Sometimes I don't mind
When everyone's a copy
I'll be glad we've done it right
So hold on tight my dear, we've been compromised
Sometimes these mountains span horizons
Sometimes the walls close in so tight
When everyone's in prison
I'll be glad we've stepped outside
So pack your things my dear, we've been compromised
Our subjectivity
Meaningless
Our passions and our fires
Burst forth every time
We are so far from home
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2. |
Next Years Songs
03:44
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Next Years Songs
Another night
Move along
It won't matter when you're gone
And these empty
Parking lots
Could have been so much more
We are always right
Live today, live tonight
And in next years songs
It won't matter, we were wrong
Another day
Hurry home
It won't matter when it's gone
And these empty
Broken hearts
Could have been so much more
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3. |
A Single Answer
03:16
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A Single Answer
Bury me with context
Overpopulate this emptiness
We'll hold it down
Another round
Construct ourselves these boxes
To put aside our willingness
And single out
Nothing else
Got to believe in something
We could have seen this coming
Where is all the substance?
Who did away with meaningful existence?
I will not surrender
Another answer
Fortify this structure
Hold the reasons hostage
We'll hold it down
Another round
Bury me with context
Hold on to the present tense
And single out
Nothing else
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4. |
Meet Me in Patagonia
04:35
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Our Reasons
03:57
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Our Reasons
This pursuit is purely reason
Its painted presence represents
Dreams understood by true believers
And withheld from all of them
I was floating on the surface
Of a body, of a friend
No other message to fixate upon
Than breathing out and breathing in
We'll attempt the rest
Though we will never finish it
We will find ourselves instead
We'll write our phrases in the sand
So this is where the sound goes
Amongst all the things we broke
We will listen for its phrase
Its reason will reverberate
In the laugh lines on your face
In open wounds, on better days
And in these places we'll create
Another kind of change
We'll attempt the rest
But we will never finish it
We will find ourselves instead
We'll write our phrases in the sand
On darkened stages in the back
On weathered, soiled mattresses
On open roads and closed eyelids
In the beginning and the end
And surely every second is
The greatest one I've ever lived
All the flavours of the wind
The sound that brings the stillness in
'Till time erases them
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6. |
Something Real
03:57
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Something Real
Whispers in the Winter sky
Like a language long forgotten
Words within the Northern Lights
Wound within the lights
So tell me why you're waiting here
Underneath this halo
There's nothing here but cold and ice
Working for itself
Recognise the Winter sky
A language not forgotten
Words within the Northern Lights
Belonging to something
So tell me what you're looking for
Underneath this halo
There's nothing here but frost and dust
Hiding what is real
I think there's nothing here that you can't find within yourself
You know the answers are hidden somewhere in your doubts
And we're all simple things forever focussing between
Fabricated grandeur and the whispers of our dreams
So watch the lights until they fade and remember yesterday
Let the expectations go, hold on to something (real)
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Morning March Nelson, British Columbia
Matt Perepolkin
"Will our momentum consider how we've grown?
Will this gravity truly pull us down?"
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