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Let's Begin
01:06
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Honestly,
it feels kind of foolish
to try and convey
the state I am in,
but here you are,
and here I am;
here we are,
so let's begin.
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Sliding our backs on the wet snow
Virginia mountain I don't know
Chill of the air that's above us
Thrill of the dare that's below us
Lighting a torch to look into
Underground tunnels we been to
I don't know what's in there
I don't know what's in there
Here
Here
No other place matters but Here
Now
Now
No other time matters but Now
All of the splendor within me
All of the wonder you give me
We could make the sun rise
We could make the moon shine
Breaking the fast in the morning
Knowing the last days are coming
I keep on pretending
Our time is never-ending
Here
Here
No other place matters but Here
Now
Now
No other time matters but Now
Oh (3x)
Here
Here
No other place matters but Here
Now
Now
No other time matters but Now
Here
Here
No other place matters but Here
Now
Now
No other time matters but Now
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Keep my hair up, so it doesn't start to frizzle
A little make up, god I hope it doesn't drizzle
Uppers and downers just to keep me in the middle
Feel like a dummy who don't understand the riddle
Oh, Pull me out of my bed
Oh, Get me out of my head
Oh, Pull me out of my bed
Oh, Get me out of my head
Another pill, another potion to deliver
Another charger when my phone it starts to quiver
Pictures of people in extraordinary places
Exquisite smiles on our sedentary faces
Oh, Pull me out of my bed
Oh, Get me out of my head
Oh, Pull me out of my bed
Oh, Get me out of my head
Where is my loyal congregation and my chorus?
Where is the temple with my name staked on it?
Where is the ark of the covenant?
Where is my Jericho and all my demolition?
Where is the promise, yeah, you know I want fruition?
Where is my clear cut skin?
Where is my big big win?
Oh, Pull me out of my bed
Oh, Get me out of my head
Oh, Pull me out of my bed
Oh, Get me out of my head
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4. |
Fine
03:44
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It’s like my insides they wanna jump out of my skin
When I see you sitting funny with a stupid grin
I want it — can’t have it
I want it — can’t have it
You know it's true
You feel it too
It’s like you’re thinking about all the ways it might’ve been
When you see me struggling to get back up again
You want it — can’t have it
You want it — can’t have it
I know it's true
I feel it too
It's fine (don’t fall apart)
Oooh
Oooh
They want it — can’t have it
They want it — can’t have it
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There's something in the way that you shout
My name when you're further out
There's something in the way that you tell
My friends when you're not doing well
I hope you get where you're trying to go
I hope you learn what you're trying to know
My aim is true
I don't do very much
There's not much I can do
So if you hear my song
I want you
There's something in the crook of your neck
I can tell when you feel like a wreck
There's something in the tilt of your head
I can tell when you're ready for bed
I hope you get what you already give
I hope you learn how you already live
My aim is you
I don't do very much
There's not much I can do
So if you hear my song
I want you
Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
I don't do very much
There's not much I can do
So if you hear my song
I want you
I don't do very much
There's not much I can do
So if you hear my song
I want you
I want you
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6. |
Semaphore
02:26
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I want so much to meet you
I want so much to meet you
Did you get the song I sent you?
Flag me with your semaphore.
I want so much to meet you
If you cross the ocean somehow
Make your way to my house
We could raid the boardwalk sometime
Maybe win an animal
I want so much to meet you
Make your way to my house
I want so much to meet you
Make your way to my house
I want so much to meet you
Make your way to my house
I want so much to meet you
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7. |
Still Song
01:43
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Still song
Doesn't say much,
But it sits by your bed.
You tell it your pain,
It turns it to rain.
Still song
Takes it all back,
From the wine to the glass.
You let it lie low,
It reverses the flow.
Still song
Still song
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8. |
Astering
03:18
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After the storm, your sudden fever flickered out
You found a way out of the blankets and the house
Onto the patio, oh in just a towel
With eyes adjusting to the glow, you see it now
At home, the gift you sent beside an open card
With ink you smeared, it said to find you at the mark
Streaming and stumbling the flames will form an arc
A cluster patterning the heart
Of Father Lucian who saw it and rejoiced
A patient practice he enjoyed
I want to sweep the sky until I figure out
A way to watch it all unburdened by the doubt
I want to leave behind the questions I have known
Go with you astering and fall among the stars
Cascading, endless in the night
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9. |
Nothing Changes
02:29
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Over the fire escape and
Onto the roof
Nothing changes
Propping your feet upon the edge
8 miles high
Nothing changes
I slip your hand in my pocket
And the moon in my throat
Come stoke the fire with me and
Sit by my side
Nothing changes
Dry off your fingertips and
Warm up my thigh
Nothing changes
I wear your coat like a locket
With your name etched inside
[Instrumental]
You held on tight, like a child
Lost at sea, sick for home
Push me along the sidewalk
Gathering speed
Nothing changes
Through every corridor in
Walter Reed
Nothing changes
I keep your picture in my wallet
For the times when you're gone
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10. |
Seven Days
01:53
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Seven days where the lights turn
Seven days
Seven days where the lights turn
Seven days
I don’t wanna be
I don’t wanna be here
I don’t wanna be
Seven days without feeling
Seven days
Seven days without feeling
Seven days
I don’t wanna be
I don’t wanna be here
Seven days where the lights turn
Seven days where the lights turn
Are you thinking about
What are you thinking about
Seven days
What are you thinking about
Seven days without feeling
Seven days
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11. |
Here Come The Chorus
04:36
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Not what you dreamed of
Not what you told us
Somehow it happens again and again
Out in the parking lot
Begin the ritual
Beneath the silvery light of the moon
Here come the patrons, all the way across town
Searching for something just to quiet their crowns
Lights and the curtains now
Lights and the curtains now
Fill the proscenium with bodies and sound
Here come the chorus, gonna bring the house down
Here come catharsis and the sing-along sound
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
This is the temple where relief can be found
What's the name
Of the feeling like
I've been here before?
Where's the shining
Of the sun?
Should I open the door?
Who is that
Watching me?
Have the vultures come forth?
Are they sharpening their knives?
Is this my last encore?
Here come the pitchforks, yeah the witch hunt is found
Here come the sirens, gonna tear it all down
Nobody left to burn
Nobody left to burn
Pack up the caravan, onto the next town
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12. |
An Astronaut
03:20
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13. |
Now's The Time
04:11
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Take my arms
Take my hands
I don't have—any plans
Take my ankles
Take my knees
Tie them up—how you please
Take my bruises
Take my pain
I've got nothing—left to gain
Take my throat
Take my mouth
No more to say—no more to shout
Take my insides
Take my outs
Nobody else—to think about
Take my lessons
Take my mind
Nothing's left—to leave behind
Take my number
Take my name
Isn't that—why you came
Take what's yours
Take what's mine
What's the difference—now's the time
Now's the time
Now's the time
What's the difference—now's the time
Now's the time
Now's the time
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Soft Punch Washington, D.C.
For the queer
and the damaged
and the eternally curious...
Soft Punch is
Rye Thomas
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