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the summer went
03:21
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I've been walking down my street, and I've been walking back
There's not a lot to do when I'm in between wearing a mask
But walking always leads you home
Straightens you up after a long dull day on the phone
Now it's really hitting me the way the summer went
Now I'm back in the basement and I'm setting a spark to my furnace again
And it's really hitting me the way the summers went
I can't believe it's not 2013, can we please slow this thing down?
I've been turning up the reverb all the way
I like the way it lets me think of less notes to play
And I've been hearing echos slap off the wall
Answering machine daydreams from years ago
Now it's really hitting me the way the summer went
Now I'm back in the basement and I'm setting a spark to my furnace again
And it's really hitting me the way the summers went
I can't believe it's not 2013, can we please slow this thing down?
I've been looking for a new good flannel shirt
I've been listening to Never Meant
I've been looking forward to going back to normal
But that's a lie, that's a lie
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wrong party
03:44
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I'm at the wrong party with the wrong people this evening
I've got a sinking feeling like I left the stove on at home
I'm at the wrong party with the wrong people this evening
I can't seem to shake the feeling that I don't belong
Lose me in the narrow velvet seam of the night
Lose me in the alley in the flicker of the lights
Every second speeds up my pulse a second more
Conjures my resolve to meet you on the dance floor
When I snake my way through the writhing of the crowd
Slipping through the sweat and the madness and the loud
I expect to see a single person that I know
But I'm at the wrong party and my friends didn't show
I'm at the wrong party with the wrong people this evening
I've got a sinking feeling like I left the stove on at home
I'm at the wrong party with the wrong people this evening
I can't seem to shake the feeling that I don't belong
So somehow I lost myself
Somewhere here in the haze
And somehow I'll never find it again
Somehow I gained some wisdom
Somewhere here in the haze
And somehow I'll never find that again
Peer in from the edge of the corner of my mind
Looking for a reason I should go back inside
And of course, there it is, the ever-worsening divide
Between where I am, me, myself and I
My patience burns low like the end of a match
Tingling fingers pulling closed on the latch
Nothing here tonight really felt right at all
And as I closed the back door the air hit me like a wall
I'm at the wrong party with the wrong people this evening
I've got a sinking feeling like I left the stove on at home
I was at the wrong party with the wrong people this evening
I can't seem to shake the feeling that I don't belong
I feel the illusion slipping that drew me here
Somehow the bass phase-cancels out what I want to hear
At the end of the night when lights come on
I'll slip out the back and go down the alley headed home
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count me in
03:05
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I've been thinking about all these cars
All the brake lights on the boulevard going home
We're all going home
I used to sing with the radio
But tonight they're playin a song I don't know on the station
That used to feel like home, it used to feel like home
And I've been thinking bout the Hollywood stars
The ones I used to watch on the VCR
And how time never rewinds, it keeps moving on
Wherever I go and where I've been
Tangle together in a strange rhythm
My darkest days and moonlit nights
Brought you by my side
Wherever I go and where I've been
Has brought me to the state I'm in
So whatever's coming round the bend
Count me in, count me in
I'm stuck on the highway
On a thin red ribbon that cuts through the twilight
I'm bleeding out slowly
As the flesh pink sky gives way to the night
And another day slips by
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collarbone
03:08
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I heard you fractured your collarbone, and I thought
What a peculiar thing to know
about someone and not to know what color their eyes are
I guess all that I'm saying is, we are too separate
All of the people in passing just walking their
dogs down the street and I don't even know what their names are
I think you can relate to what's been going on lately
With me and everybody I know
It seems like these days everybody's gone crazy
Wild like the weeds that come and choke out our optimism
And we all just wanna know why, why ,why
I heard my neighbor was hungry and I thought
What a peculiar thing to hear
When all around me are data plans and sinking sand condos
I guess what I'm afraid of is, we are too mechanical
All of the people in passing just working to
Make their ends meet but we forget what we're meeting ends for
I think you can relate to how the bottom of the tank feels
Scraping the gasoline dry
I think you can relate to how the thickness in the air feels
When the sun dips the edge of the summer sky
And you throw open your arms and scream at the lightning bugs
Why God why God why
I heard you calling my name from a long way off
and even now I can still hear that echo
Here in the noise of the grocery store
All I can cling to is all that you have given me
Whispers of solace in the jungle of SUVs
All this joy and pain and comfort in the light behind the shadow
I think you can relate to how the change in the air feels
When the ionized wind sweeps through
I think you can relate to how the rain on your skin feels
When the black clouds slip across the summer sky
And you run in for cover, a smile on your face, and you have no idea why
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For Tuesday Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
For Tuesday is an eclectic indie rock project from Mark Ferris. Dense, hazy, and cassette-processed, Mark draws influence from 90s and 00s standbys such as Death Cab For Cutie or The Smashing Pumpkins while introducing his own direct, observational lyrical style. HIs latest project "closer than a brother", largely recorded on a solo trip to Appalachia, focuses on themes of Christian spirituality. ... more
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