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Only Just Begun
02:48
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They say we're running out of time
Born to an age of setting suns
Into a reign of darkness
Pouring around us.
Living a life of no return
Coursing around with no concern
Put on your mask, the party's only just begun
Put on your wig and paint your face
the town is waiting for your grace.
And when comes the morning?
Regrets - there will be none
Your head is reeling from the lines
Your heart is leaky from the wine
And always holding court
at some classic, sleazy dive.
Raise your hands up slowly, hold them to the sky.
We're not playing!
Hear the curtain rising, time to dim the lights
We're not dreaming.
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2. |
Undecided
02:57
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I'll gasp my face is turning blue
I'll mark my words through and through
Sling my pride - it's overdue
And ride the rails back to you
I'm undecided, I don't know what to think anymore. I think I'm waiting for the night?
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3. |
btw
03:42
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Runaway
when you're so tired
Runaway
when you're so tired of
sleeping
Wash away the ocean floor
towel dry off all those years
(by the way, I found your dollar; it's been traveling so well, by the way)
Holding out
a second more
Holding out
for a second calling
and holdingholdingholdingholding
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4. |
Justine
03:19
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she never mentioned her name
took down her skirt for their game
she says she's on her way to a better place
she thinks she's on the way to a better place
rip from me what i deserve
take all you want just let me feel the burn again
her love reduced to a whisper
her heart inflamed to a shriek
she says she's on the way to a better place
she knows she's on her way to a better place
Her eyes roll back as they find
Her secret downfall
Chews off her lip to make it easier
This is where she belongs.
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5. |
Foaming at the Mouth
05:13
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Sliding on a peel of thunder
pencil pushing bounty hunter
keeping track of all the normal things
Bending backwards, overtime
pushing on and on and on
waiting for the Grace of tomorrow
Tomorrow's times up, time to kill
Tortured Tuesday's test of will
drive in punch in punch out drive out
How much left to give?
Casting away shards of those who taint the golden day
Shake off that burden, we'll keep on turning
Burn down the day!!
mess of a morning. god bless, i'm falling
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6. |
Loose Centrifuge
04:50
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Oh...
Who's to blame? For the trail of tears you're riding?
And for the ones, for the bridges you keep burning?
The right card to play was the one cast in longing
Pinned against the wall, savage blood congealed, caressing
Loose Centrifuge - a swansong for the taking
spin sinking floor -
You said you were through trying.
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7. |
Poison the Well
03:43
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Haul up your heart.
Bucket of blood
The lovers, once gleaming
have sent their souls astray
The bile they're breathing
Poison the well.
Rip out a vein for every time I didn't pray
Scrape for the sky, but where we stand it's always clay
Clay hardened by sunshine will keep the devil at bay
It's raining, I'm sinking.
Poison the well.
(I saw you walking with your head in your hands; and I don't think I could live another day without you)
Sharpen your blades, it's time to clear away the pain
Scrape for the sky, but where we stand it's always clay.
The apple - it's dangling. Your eyes can't tear away.
Reflections - still rippling with all the promises made
The pennies - keep falling. Your eyes just tear away.
It's raining. It's pouring. Our legs will crumble to clay.
(Tomorrow, I'll find you and we'll drink up this well)
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8. |
445am
04:43
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Cannot run and hide, from a scratched out world
Cannot sit and die, when you've just hit your stride.
All the bricks begin to bleed
there's nothing in between
the karma and the dream
All the bricks begin to bleed
Building towers of "please"
All the bricks begin to bleed
bring the living to their knees
"Sugar-pie, honey-cake"
basket of lines
Castaway, Turtle Bay
quarter to five...
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9. |
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On the Poet's Walk encased in ice and snow
and the holiday crowd in full force and form
You blaze a downtown trail
through shades of light and dark
on an incandescent island.
you're the soul of this town.
So - I followed you, winter ghost, along the fountain.
Boathouse lights in bloom, frozen fireflies on the flipside of seasons.
Bearing out nature's burden, hardened hearts reply:
"We're not going down!"
Two hundred years of frozen footfalls leading back to you
"We're not going down!"
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10. |
Radiance
05:00
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There is no sleep after this night
We've been alone for the last time
Climb down the stairs, to see where you are
Riding by slowly the trail of your voice
We finally found our way back to the sea
Radiate brightly, rain your light on me
Climb down the stairs, to see where you are
You rise up slowly, your trust at your side
We're finding out, for the first time today
We have taken the bed by surprise.
We finally found our way back to the sea
Radiate brightly, rain your light on me
...like coming home for the last time.
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11. |
Nice Spring
04:13
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The midnight window that opens your door
and high holy New York, it washes your feet
As the wind blows through the place that you lay.
It's the sacrament igniting your cheek that swallows me
Oh, how it goes soft and slow.
How sweet - it's you who swallows your envy, sweet darling
And wandering through the sunset crew, it washes you
But fourteen times I've rung up your mother
tending her inscence and equinox shrines and witchcraft holidays.
In Union Square, drowned in rain
how you lost your pretty brain
Huddling on the hard park bench.
When all the streets have forgotten your name,
you'll be smiling there
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12. |
Sunset Birds
04:14
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Hanging on an orange haze
Sunset birds on a glance of breeze
In the evening sky
you'll find your time
And waking up
you'll find your mind
has mended all the ugly ways
has found the trail you had given up.
2 be 1
2 be 1
Meeting of minds, and
alone together
An old house in a new world
I'm holding on to what you say
'cause time
moves so strangely afterall.
I'll hold you tight as we stand in the light
I'll hold you tight as we dance in the night.
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Talking out both sides
one feeds the other
two wrongs
make it right
Hand in the cookie jar
Hand on the bible
"Wipe that furrowed brow
from your mind"
You're running out of lies.
Caught on tape
mocking security cameras
"Look me in the face
and say I'm wrong"
Back to the wall again
Tell the truth - you always knew the way
Make an escape again
Face the fact -
Your tongue knows the way.
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Matt Logan New York, New York
Multiple works for chamber groups and orchestra have been produced and performed. Singer-songwriter with rock and folk roots..
Today, it's about mashing together all these things into improbable hybrids.
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