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released 27 January 2015

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Track Name: College Radio
If I waste ends
I'm not making rent
Who can afford this town?
With all the tickets left, no monthly pass,
but signals I'm receiving,
convincing me to stay

'Cause I'm getting in tune,
but only want one station
That station is you,
but I get left to dry and to wait,
and to wonder what you're playing

I got pulled down by short waves that carry your songs,
the ones you play for everyone but me

And now the calls on your end,
the unfavored audience
Inquiry to your frequency
But the signal is crystal clear that...

I am not getting in tune,
don't want the other stations
It's Annie's I'd choose
But I get left to dry and to wait,
and to wonder what you're playing

Keep the volume up, so you can turn the dial back down

I might waste ends,
and I might not make rent,
but I can't afford to leave this town
Not while you're around,
and your stations loud
Track Name: In Jeans
Ice skating in jeans
It's tearing holes at your knee
The flask I brought is at fault,
but you don't even know this

So why have I been hollowed out?
And why's it like this every weekend?
We walk similar lanes but never at the same time

First to commit to a nose dive
I guess I had no right to be surrendering to gravity
It has half the pull you've had on me,
but you've got nothing to say
Not complaining

So why have I been hollowed out?
And why's it like this every weekend?
You're caught up in degrees,
and making other plans, and that's fine
I'm tearing out whatever stitches that you've thread
'Cause you hand me pieces,
but I want it all instead

So climb back on that cloud
There's no lightning now, on that cloud

You'll tie your knots 'round me
but I won't unwind them
You'll play your tapes in me,
but I won't rewind
Track Name: Estate Sale
It's too early to hang our heads
Sunken eyes set in
Under your skin
I'm counting ways to make a mess of...

Things I say that I don't mean are catching up with me
In a sweet charade, an iron gate playing a fence

I might end up entering
What is space not meant to see
Hallways misinforming you
All the while I'm clearing spaces on shelves
Helps me find it
Misery, estate sale digging on a Saturday

You got sick of dining alone
It gnaws at the bones within you
With marrow crushing your teeth
Stuck on the outside looking in through window pains
Tangled up, solid chains
Buried in coffee cans
No rest for anyone following the grave
Makes you sick to your stomach

I might end up entering
Misery, estate sale digging on a Saturday
Track Name: Friends In Theory
Complaining the way through the week
Odd comments that rain on all parades
Sick and sore from the shots that you take
If I climb to the top of the hill, you'll likely say
That you wouldn't hike the same cliff
It's safe in your room

You're taking up the excuses I use,
to fend blows but open old wounds
Foundation, it's weak at the root
Pulling the weeds, topic changes
Like when you talk what you can't prove
Ignore signs, it's what I'm wanting too
Carnations, gardens in bloom eventually decay

No water to waste,
or I'll spend the next year walking on embers
that you walk around, safer ground
Straight for the floor

Got lost in conversation
You're climbing up the stairs, hanging lights
and they shine on all of the paintings on your walls
I've never stopped to make sense of them

Blanking on the faces that you never want to think about
If I get up to higher places, drag me down to yours
You bound me up a knot or two, set me on the tracks
but I don't object to anything
Engines pace, don't slow down

Well I found a place with no view
No windows, just locks on the rooms
Ignoring haze and fog you always contend
that it's pure rain or sun
I had no choice but I still made you one
To fictions you compose, I'm not listening too close
Track Name: Never On Time
Sit idly on a fence
I'm throwing rocks and speaking loud
Ate it all just to puke it out
It's fun to let the water spill
Like it matters
I'm not cleaning it up
Porcelain shatters

Calling out of work to place
A knife inside the pit of your stomach
I'm twisting even when I don't wanna push it in too deep

Impatient, vacant
Not opposed to spit in kind
Do you expect me to wait in this line?
Your vacation, I'm calling it off to make you plan mine
I don't show motivation, envy
No shame for not waking before the sun has descended to ground
Never on time

Trading seats to try and place
A knife inside the pit of your stomach
I'm twisting even when I don't wanna look you in the eye
Got terrified, imagine white hot pain for your stomach
I'm twisting even when I don't have to answer for

The lack of motivation, envy
No shame for not waking before the sun has descended to ground
Never on time

Made honest attempts
Made you writhe again
Track Name: Atlantic Grandeur
Going off on a tangent, I've barely sort through
Sooner or later, what difference I'm not sure
Admired handwriting
What's the point in trying to prove subtle intuition to you,
when it's clear to me?
Flowers decay on the sill, lights and incense made me ill

Am I expected to ignore?
Once a week, don't speak too often
You want Atlantic grandeur,
thought I'd stay to keep you out of frame,
but you got in the shot anyway

I gave in the upper hand
Shakespearean disorder,
short of proof these lies extend
No disclaimer to soften the blow
You went out last night,
directions carved into the ceiling,
then what happened?

Am I expected to ignore?
Once a week, don't speak too often
You want Atlantic grandeur,
thought I'd stay to keep you out of frame, unlikely

So impressed by steady hands,
the perfect lighting and placement
So you made it more than that,
knew that I would see,
and now you've made your statement,
but never had to say it

Flowers decay on the sill, made me ill
Track Name: 21 Reruns
Eyes white, red, and blue
Lids barely even lifted
Forgettable fools speak and walk heavy
Bad habits become a way to bury our heads
Down in the sand, sour waves colliding rocks and sea

Wrong/right,
Same old shit, different night
So I sure don't need you to wreak havoc

When the new sun comes, I'll be up
Writing you songs in parking lots and tents
Or just carelessly laying there

Watching 21 reruns inside in one day
Garden on landmines, you can't stand for anything
Talking away it's tough to swallow your pride
Or ever bear witness so I do not speak

I can't claim what is mine
So I take what isn't
Just turn a phrase, what sense it's making
to please the ones who sign and sell

Forgettable fools
Jaws to the ground
Your teeth colliding tongue in cheek
Shake habits that I haven't changed
Skin left on the street
I'm not designed to move this pace
but can't deny it's appeal

Fun for me is not what it is for you
Swimming through oceans of bad advice
Free reign, on the same orange frame
Phone calls in your name
I break and you mend
so I can fuck it up again

Rewind the tape and hit play
Reading chapters I've already read
A pipe dream
I can't decide if I should multiply or factor in
The path ahead has been obstructed by past architects
So I'm carelessly laying there

Watching 21 reruns inside in one day
Garden on landmines, you can't stand for anything
Talking away it's tough to swallow your pride
Or ever bear witness so I keep my mouth closed

I can't claim what is mine
So I take what never was
I wanted to believe but I've been finding truths out
Awaken to empty, lifted from a dream,
and you vanish from in front of me
In the space of one blinking eye
Said one thing and then did different

I break and you mend
Have I been falling out or settling in?
Such a waste of time,
places I have spent my youth and what's left
Track Name: Ambiguous Seasons
I've been staring at your ceiling
While fixated on days that aren't today
Well you notice things like ambiguous seasons
They don't change like they do in the iron states

Spinning 'Spiderland'
The winning hand, still planning to fold
Exchange present times for the past that you want

But you breathe same air
The calm nights and riots, the overnight plans
When you didn't seem too curious, way back then
but it's boiling in me up again
New review of old days
Whatever happened? What changed?
Was it any other way?
The cards are shuffled up and dealt

No place to stand
and I am ashamed of keeping you up at night
Turning off lights without talking
and nodding off to symphonies
or songs from Coltrane
I'll try not to make a sound in my sleep
Self-inflict for fun
Bottom bottle, keep it down
Just like when you bite down on your tongue

You're underneath the wheel
You're saddling up and arriving there
Bad timing, your history covers decades you won't see
Been told to write down, been told the right sound
No place to stand, the winning hand
Track Name: Song 1
Wait, pencil it in
Quit wasting all that ink
By the way, what do you really think?
Could you say what you always thought you should not say?

This decision was made for me,
and I kindly agreed
So despite learning your seasons,
this feeling hasn't changed

Running out of sympathy,
complacency to spare
It seems spineless
If there's something that's been sent for me,
then it never made it here
Still you're thinking to find any reason to divide