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Beauty in the Broken
03:14
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When I'm done burning bridges,
I'll save time for some trees.
Its a forest fire, its lost all control
and the bottles can't put this one out.
And my promises are echoing backwards,
my fingers too sore from crossing
because when I'm gone do you fear for the worst?
Do you dream, dreams of lost meaning and no words?
Do you fear for the worst..
Oooh, I see in black and white,
and I have no urge to break the barrier
between my darkness and my bright.
I find beauty in the broken,
I'm content in my misery,
I'm comfortable in sorrow,
yet I'm always finding reasons to blame everything
on what you made me.
I'm a lost sailor with no urge to find land,
I'm a pilot fleeing empty skies,
I'm a contradiction at it's greatest simplicity,
it's all the same too me, it's all the same too me.
I don't know what I want, which way to go
I'm all alone with nowhere to go
I just want things to be the way they used too be.
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Beautiful Contradictions
02:49
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You've got a way with words,
but we spend all our time wasting away.
The poets are the worst of us all,
they put beauty into words so false,
we stay up late too see the night,
yet we're disappointed when dawn bears light
beautiful contradictions,
such beautiful contradictions
we wish for rain but fear of floods
we pick the flowers and release the doves
we pray to god but prepare for hell
we envy the light and fear ourselves
and oh, the irony in sight
such a perspective among these long nights
put me to sleep, throw me away
burn down these bridges,
destroy everything in sight
and my friends are all slipping away
I'm going numb and I can't explain
beautiful contradictions,
such beautiful contradictions
"We laughed about,
trying to forget about,
the greatest sorrow around,
deep and warm,
in our chest,
fed by sadness,
desolate numbness"
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Waves
03:56
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Late afternoon, a quarter past 6,
angels flying high, we're gliding away
And we'll never leave, we'll spin around the moon and back,
we'll break the glass with the stones we've carried for ages
Quarter past 2, late in the night
we rode the streets like kings,
oh how we fell victim to such irony,
we rode off in victory,
on top of the world we'll fall,
high in the sky our music is heard,
We'll drop to the ground like silhouettes burned in,
forever stuck in our own undoing,
eclipse the fear, it's what brought us here,
we'll never learn, we're too busy wasting away
and let the songs lead us through,
guide the tip of my spine, be that backbone I never had
Teach me how to live without regrets,
show me life from a new perspective
All I've seen is from sky high, above the clouds
and the rain and the lies,
above the pity
And when you blink it's all gone,
the blink of an eye it's all gone.
You swore it'd never disappear,
but you lost yourself in the process.
30 Past noon,
Sunshine blooms,
the flowers blow away along with our fears
we rose like heaven and collapsed in tears,
we fell between the cracks and we're still stuck here
we flew like paper airplanes in the breeze,
we hit the sand, like the waves hit the beach
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Hamlet
04:21
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"Conscience makes cowards of us all."
And you're no better than the rest of us,
I can't call you a masochist, but you're quite close
Throw me a bone, you know how quick I'll bite
It's been the same old thing since 1999
We're all dying and all the good bands aren't trying
What are we supposed to do?
I can't lie when I say that the rest of us knew,
But I can when I say these songs aren't about you,
If I disappear you can call me an isolationist
But I swear you'll never get the best of this
I'm drowning and nobody can pull me out
I'm drowning in guilt and its too late for me now
I did this to myself, I swam to far out
And now it's you who has to pay,
Now it's you who has to pay.. For now
I can't lie when I say that the rest of us knew,
But I can when I say these songs aren't about you,
If I disappear you can call me an isolationist
But I swear you'll never get the best of this
I can't lie when I say that the rest of us knew,
But I can when I say these songs aren't about you,
If I disappear you can call me an isolationist
But I swear you'll never get the best of this
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5. |
Devils in the Distance
04:27
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"I can't be strong for the both of us"
yours eyes faded away, like the fog on that day
and I watched you drive off, I watched my future falling apart in the distance.
And I picked up that guitar, and I sung until I couldn't
anymore,
anymore,
and I slept until my eyes refused to close,
red from an overdose,
I guess I've never been able to cope.
I just wanna escape this town.
There's some devils in the distance,
and some angels in the airwaves.
The lights leading me away,
from this awful place.
And I swear, that day I saw your true colors bloom
that day, I saw the whole scale.
And I'm drowning under the weight of rainbows,
all I see is black and white.
with a flower in my hand, those thorns that tore my skin,
I knew these months ended. And as much as I wished,
I begged and I pleaded,
I could never take back those scars.
And I swear, that day I saw your true colors
that day, I saw the whole scale.
And I'm drowning under the weight of rainbows,
all I see is fear and a frail sense of restlessness.
There's some devils in the distance,
and some angels in the airwaves.
There's some devils in the distance,
and some angels in the airwaves.
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6. |
Fly Me Away
02:24
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Your lips lift me up like a rocket ship,
your eyelashes catch the breeze,
they send me like a butterfly until
your ears become of ease,
inside I find solitude, so
I sing the melody of a thousand heartbeats,
and i swim down through your chest,
I find your heart nestled deep and warm,
oh, you make loving you so easy.
So baby boo, come here,
I'll wait forever if it takes the time.
We can dance through the rain,
we can kiss through the night.
Ooohhhh,
your eyes sparkle like the summer nights,
when all you can see is stars.
Our hands fit together like pb and j,
and the crown fits you like a disney princess.
Baby come here,
I'll wait forever if I need too,
I'll serenade you through the night,
and we can play games like kids do.
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7. |
Lua (Conor Oberst Cover)
04:14
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I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they'll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist.
You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you'll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.
I've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What's so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated
What's so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
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Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and fall apart?
'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
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9. |
Sway (Bonus Track)
02:30
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Late at night when everyone's sleeping,
When burdens fall short And time stops,
As if the swaying of the trees is the only clock, when you're alone with your thoughts, as you fall in love with death while you're flirting with sadness.
You plan for your future
In a cold, black coffin
But you can't help but watch the snowflakes fall,
Wishing you could slip away and blend in with them all.
And you can't help but hate, the rest of those who are happy, while you're singing about your life in minor,
And you wish things could change,
Even though you know everydays the same.
And you fall asleep without a thought on your mind.
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