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1945
05:32
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He was graceful as he danced acrossed the floor, yeah, and existence seemed to drip out of his pours,
yeah, and every word that he didn't seem to speak. It seemed to me to what I felt I knew, I might just
need a time or two, and every word that he didn't seem to speak. There will come a time when you find
that meaning within them, and all this could be peeled away and reality was always just tattered frays.
I'm terrified that only skeletals remain. Rip this world back from my eyes as if this epiphany would
accompany surprise. Rip this world back from my eyes I promise I, I promise that I will pretend to
always be surprised. I want to believe this is real. I love you and you'll try to remind me that I love
you but this just can't seem real. I try to shout life into these dried up veins, the world's decayed, I just
to flush some color back into it's face. As I commit to balance on the edge of this expanse, whispers of
finality crawl over distant lands with your mangled hands. He was graceful as he danced acrossed the
floor. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by
Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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communication
04:30
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I take the long way 'cause it's better for the ground, and I take my time 'cause it's the only way that I
know how, and our conversation is not perfectly communicated, but I want to know you simply 'cause
your mind is smoke and faded. I love the way your smile's not mine, well it fits the world so fine, and I
love how your laugh, fills in the gaps of our flawed conversation. Keep the wool over my eyes, they
like to suddenly be surprised by beauty. But don't tease me just to please me, I can know you better
than you give me credit for. Mystery is more beautiful, than any certainty that I've ever known.
Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by Kayla.
Song written by Greyfield.
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Farmhouse fever
04:57
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All the farmers worked hard tilling these fields. Smiles on their sweaty faces, nine to five and a warm
meal. Now it's expanse is filled with skeletal stalks. The carrots will find out, let's face it, corn talks.
My paw bleeds under this oak tree, whom I let down. Under that oak, surrounded by thorns, we
shouted, “we found love, and died for it!” All the farmers worked hard reaping these fields, but I'm
afraid to see what their harvest yields, 'cause if I'm a man, then you're a joke, well, that's why I don't
stand straight, and leave my chest unswelled. A bird cries as the man gets closer, something bright dies
as the man gets closer. We can't live by candlelight when the man is getting closer. If I peer out thewindow, I know I might see him, or a suggestion of shape suggesting I should fear him. Vocals/Kayla,
Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written
by Greyfield.
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Like A Church
04:15
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I stare into acrylic fields with little sketched out men, painted by my own blood, perhaps by my own
hand, and I'll think to myself, “I don't love any of this.” Dig a ditch, make a grave, carve a stone, write
your name. I am not the kid you think you met under the stars, freezing to death. When you're drunk,
here's to luck, here's to luck. You ask it yourself, exagerating the difference between knowing and
believing, it's as far as from you to me, it's as far as the places I can't reach. And if your mind is
anything like a church, with walls so familiar, a lack of faith could hurt, but I'm gonna, I'm gonna burn.
Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Lead Guitar/Jeremy, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ.
Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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penrose
04:11
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A godly man I remember spoke of this. Colors too bright, dripping within, and his
words he almost sang, completely convinced. But words grow cold, so button up the colar on your
overcoat. This conversation's feeling a hell of a lot like a penrose, with his words descending to God
knows where. A godly man I remember dreamt of this, with their books and bottles of vice, and behind
their teeth also is their ill advised advice, as the Sunday bell chimes. Lay awake in your bed tonight
bell. I will pray but you're still awake in your bed tonight bell. Colors too bright. Colors so bright.
Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Lead Guitar/Jeremy, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ.
Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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So It Goes
05:34
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I don't know why they put ltitle cigarette burns everywhere, but things really stop making sense when
you're too big or too small. When I'm presented with two doors, can I also go through both? 'Cause
sometimes I need it, I need to stay in a box and both die and exist. We're in trouble now. I'll show you
the passage of life in a star shrapnelled sky, something bright in a star shrapnelled sky, and if I die, and
if I die under that star shrapnelled sky, please mourn for me while I pass, and take my last, fleeting and
fast under that sky, and I'll think, that is our home as I alight. I don't know why they put cigarette burns
in everything, I've been trying to figure it out for awhile, like a child. Somewhere 800 miles from here
a monkey smiles now, a monkey smiles now and he knows everything but I'm not sure how, but what I
do know is we're in trouble now. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Kayla, Lead Guitar/Jeremy,Bass/Jeremy, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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Whiskey Eyes
04:37
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That embryonic moment I wanted to hold it, and that's what we told him, fate nor intervention would
warrant. There's fire in the infantine sky, they came from wicker fields in that time, and fragile wings
lend to multitudes, the old man with his short fuse. Oh whiskey eyes, and fireflies, and wind chimes,
and we still turned out fine. Before he found out about the barn, nor the match or haystacks, still
avoiding marks on our backs. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla,
Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield
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Measured In Milligrams
05:01
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I found you in that waiting place, outside the front door under the over hang, pacing back and forth
with arms behind your back, with an expression that says, “this is a matter of fact.” Funeral attire on an
old worked man, with the pain of hellos and goodbye waves in his hands, with lines that flow and flow
out, and a sword coming straight straight out of his mouth. I've seen you coming now for quite some
times, let's talk of life and death, talk of a real fine line, and I'm just an explosion on the skyline,
beautiful now, but justified, I will die. I've heard it before that you're a very patient man, with setiment
gathering where you stand, and knocks and knocks and knocks, and inside these walls, all we ever do is
talk. And I see you, but you're not coming for me. Does the line you don't cross ensure the certainty,
that I'll die in this box, or does it mean that I'll be free. And I see you, you're so much better for me, but
does my life depend on solely what I see, well your voice is the faintest sound, can't it ever just be
loud? And if I can't let you in, will you feel alot like that little kid who lost his mom at the age of six,
and at that point even he could open child proof lids. To pour out blame to pour out disfunction, to
pour out blame, and I am not a very patient man, pain is measured in milligrams. He stands at the door
and knocks and knocks. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ.
Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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The Coming Tide
05:22
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My mom explained bliss as ignorance, she used a metaphor of tribal men, gently unaware of what was
over the next hill, and by wolves these men would soon be killed. So I will die, with both my arms tied
tight. God grant me one last night, to fear the coming tide, alright. I love that patchwork and sky, I
love the similarities in my brain and eyes. I need those thoughts not from my mind, they fend off
lonliness and, god, they're always right. So I will die with both my arms tied tight, tied tight, tied tight.
God grant me one last night to fear the coming tide, alright. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan,
Lead Guitar/Jeremy, Organ/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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The Rose
05:32
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Breaking my back again trying to find the wind, the more I try, the more I hate, the more I give up.
Holding my thoughts in letting them build up, the more the clarity is far from me escaping. I grow like
the rose. My stem is my vanity. And when I die in my beholder's grasp, I start all over again. If I were
to meet life personified, it'd be an old man that's fishing and hoping. Why am I so confused, fighting
with contradictions, with the only thing that works. My id is my stranger. Vocals/Kayla,
Banjo/Ethan, Acoustic Guitar/Jeremy, Bass/Jeremy, Lead Guitar/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by
Kayla. Song written by Greyfield.
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