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In Starlight
03:58
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Blue eyes with a touch of astronomy,
Make stars into diamonds out in the sea.
The shoreline is all lit up like New Year's Eve,
Or no, wait, like the Fourth of July.
Submerge and we'll dream about submarines,
To explore all the places that we can't see.
The surface up above like a canopy,
In the breeze. Watch it wave in the breeze.
The world grew more stale and electric,
Calloused and so rigid, so metric.
The light in your eyes wouldn't let this,
Darken your face. Never darken your face.
We're on our way to the ocean floor.
We're on our way to a distant shore.
Danger, and this feels like a mystery.
There's poison in the shade of the apple tree.
So watch out if you start to crave something sweet.
Understand? No, you don't understand.
Struck down and all dressed up in tragedy.
Hush now, there's no need for apology.
I'll stand tall and make sure you don't fall asleep.
Understand? Now I can't let you go.
Draw maps of the stars on the ceiling.
Hold fast to that fall-away feeling.
And though this may feel like retreating,
There's fight in your bones. There's still fight in your bones.
We're on our way to the ocean floor.
We're on our way to a distant shore.
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I know you hate this weather.
Let's hop a train together,
And leave this town behind us.
No one will ever find us.
And we'll chase this through the dark,
Where the feeling never dies.
And we'll chase this through the dark,
If it takes a million tries.
Put on your coat and sweater.
The warmth feels so much better.
Look how the city passes,
Beneath the lightning flashes.
And we'll chase this through the dark,
And we'll feel we're halfway there..
And we'll chase this through the dark,
And we'll catch it unaware.
There's never been a straight line,
Connecting dots between them,
The places that we pass time.
I know I've never seen one.
The gaps in alleys hiding.
Distractions cloud up our minds.
The time is helpless, sliding.
There's never been a straight line.
There's never been a straight line.
There's never been a single straight line.
There's never been a single straight line.
I know you hate this weather.
Let's hop a train together,
And leave this town behind us.
No one will ever find us.
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It was funny how the rain came down that way,
And we were unprepared, but no one took the blame.
And we watched the sky turn black in the middle of the day.
And we somehow laughed it off.
We did look before us at the water still as death,
And I felt my heartbeat in the middle of my chest,
And I sensed an awkward chill was moving from the west.
But I somehow laughed it off.
Raise your voices higher.
Burn the signal fires.
We're all death defiers.
And novels tell such tales as these.
It was funny how we sort of missed our cue,
And heard an awful crack as the ship was split in two.
We took a plunge into the water cold and blue,
But we somehow laughed it off.
Raise your voices higher.
Burn the signal fires.
We're all death defiers.
And novels tell such tales as these.
We were treading water.
We gasped for air.
We blessed our father,
With no breath to spare.
Raise your voices higher.
Burn the signal fires.
We're all death defiers.
And novels tell such tales as these.
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I saw a sight that filled my heart with grief,
As wide awake as you or I now stand.
Though skeptics scrawl their scrolls of disbelief,
Their words will all fall lifeless to the sand.
I saw an apparition in the sky,
A phantom ship that sailed the crimson clouds.
A crew of skeletons with vacant eyes,
And darkness covered faces like a shroud.
Sailing on toward distant lands, beyond our atmosphere.
Sailing on toward distant lands, beyond our atmosphere.
The moon did battle with the setting sun,
Just as the ship fought hard to make good time.
Each skeleton knew what had to be done.
Each surely had destruction on its mind.
Each one did know its time, its place, its home,
And each remembered well how each had died.
Each had reckless fancies of its own,
And each would sleep with both eyes open wide.
Sailing on toward distant lands, beyond our atmosphere.
Sailing on toward distant lands, beyond our atmosphere.
The captain raised his voice in melody,
Commanding skeletons to sing along.
Obedient and razor-sharp on key,
They proudly chanted this most dreadful song:
"The golden watch has sung his final tock.
His numbered face has turned back into stone.
Our hearts stopped with the hands of that old clock.
That's it, boys, now it's time to travel home."
Sailing on toward distant lands, beyond our atmosphere.
Sailing on toward distant lands, beyond our atmosphere.
Beyond our atmosphere.
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You know how much I love when it rains,
When the world looks so dark and so beautifully strange.
I must say that I love the way,
That you pick all the best rainy day songs to play.
Lift up your voice and please sing this to me.
It's the fire in your heart that by which I can see,
And I feel so blind every time that you leave,
And I hate when I can't see a thing.
I've been a little afraid,
To walk down the path that was recently laid.
Living is getting to me,
So promise me, promise me, you'll never leave.
Lift up your voice and please sing this to me.
It's the fire in your heart that by which I can see,
And I feel so blind every time that you leave,
And I hate when I can't see a thing.
I know how you hate the effects of caffeine,
When you drink it too late and you can't fall asleep.
It's just like this mug filled with coffee and cream:
It feels less like a liquid and more like a dream,
And I know how we both love to dream.
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6. |
Afterward
01:19
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7. |
Sunset Sonnet
02:52
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A sunset sonnet carried on the waves.
A reckless ship that sails the ocean deep.
A fleeting moment no one tries to save.
Our heart will store such things up in its keep.
Da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da.
A candy apple autumn melody.
The maples tossing forth their colored leaves.
Heaven sings a cloudless symphony.
A scene unfolds that none here would believe.
Da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da.
A butterfly inspired by the wind,
Flies on with bold ideas in its head.
It leaves behind its colorful old kin,
And searches for some brighter things instead.
Da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da.
The tentacles of creatures from the deep.
They ought not haunt the children while they sleep.
Da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da.
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8. |
Monsters and Mason Jars
03:43
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If I could shed ten thousand tears,
Collect them in a mason jar,
And keep them stored in my top drawer,
Between my socks and boxer shorts,
The next time that it rains outside,
I'd place the jar on the front lawn,
And watch the drops as they explode against the glass.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
If the old stories all were true,
About the monsters in the dark,
And if I had a wooden sword,
That I kept tucked inside my belt.
I'd let out a tremendous shout.
I'd chase the monsters from the yard.
I'd make sure that my jar was safe out in the rain.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
If I could make this tangible,
And tell the world just how I feel,
I'd take the top off of my jar,
Pour out my tears, and set them free.
I'd gaze into the sea of clouds,
And let the raindrops wash my face.
I'd let out a tremendous shout into the dark.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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Like an old ghost ship rising from cursed waters, A Sunken Ship Irony emerges once again. We are soaked, old, and bruised, but we're still alive (if you could call this living).
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