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Keep Trying
01:24
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The wind will turn/ Against your back/ Your back will talk/ To/ the window's crack/ As time cloves two/ On a strong boat on the moor/ You've heard this before/ It's sparser than ever/ So keep on trying/ Keep trying
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Long Life
02:22
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What do you know/ Are you strong/ Do you travel/ Does the wind even make you cold/ What opinions do you hold/ And it's a long life where the wistful belong/ And it's a cut knife/ A street to wallow in song/ I won't be long/ Who here among you/ Do you want to love/ Now it's suspending each morning sun, disguising in a blackened hold on what you could have done/ And it's a broad side where the listless belong/ And it's a short ride, your strength to pull you along/ And it's a hard line, a sign to wrap on your clothes/ And it's a hot fire, a strength that nobody knows/ And it's a harsh light, but darker empties the sun/ And it's a tough sight, straight to wallow in song/ I won't be long
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Lost in Time
03:41
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When you're crawling on the floor/ Reaching out a little longer/ Tremble with a flash of insight/ Before it shrinks back to the corner/ In a particle of dust/ In a gasping little respite/ While you're breaking your own trust/ And when you're lost in time/ Try to touch another moment/ When you were certain in your mind/ When you recovered in your heart/ What you'd smothered just to try/ Instead of hurting from the start/ From a moment in your mind/ You picked four winds to sever/ If you never want to try try try/ Should you find the heart whenever/ You project another kind/ Should your heart then love your mind/ You're lost in time
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Quiet Dreams
02:25
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I've heard a hundred sorry midnight's score/ That electric hum, the loner's lullaby/ To kiss another gunshy infant morn/ To drink another bloodshot evening dry/ All those rambling pebbles scatter round before you/ As you're rolling down the road that empties home/ When no one in the street left to ignore you/ In quiet dreams is what it means to be alone/ In callous weather's unresponding eye/ With irises that search forever torn/ To listen for the heartbeat passing by/ That electric hum, the loner's midnight score/ All those rambling pebbles slowing down behind you/ As you're slowing to the road you call your home/ When there's no one in the distance left to mind you/ In quiet dreams is what it means to be alone
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Stay Inside
04:05
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When you wake up in the morning, don't open up your eyes/ As you're walking out the door, stay inside/ When the world comes to meet you halfway, go back home/ When you go out with your friends at night, go alone/ In the middle of the picture, still at the edges/ Are all frayed and torn out, so look away
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Black Pits
03:04
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Beyond the pale of some barren remainder of some barren container that we used to hold aloft/ There is no spring left in this heavy footstep/ Ten blocks of pacing back and forth/ These places remind you of a memory you remembered twice before/ And all along in the awning where your thoughts have lingered on/ Trying to call you, trying to carry on/ Heaven/ I would remember/ A fleeting sheet in time/ A symbol of a sign/ At home/ And darkness breeds alone/ It trembles with desire/ But in the blackest pit, there was a shovel for me/ Hold tight/ And all along in the awning where your hearts have emptied on/ Trying to reach you/ And all along inside the yawning of those tired hearts your mouth has lingered on, over and over/ And did you notice when it's over when it starts/ I can't warn you of a coming falling star, falling hard/ And darkness breeds alone/ Tremble with desire/ In the blackest pit, there was a shovel for me/ Hold tight
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Crawl, produced by Chris Dadge, 12" vinyl available here or check jomcomyn.com/music for record shops near you
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