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Atom Mom
04:17
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I’ve been meaning to write you
I’ve been meaning to figure out what the meanings for
I’ve been trying to talk up all the things that I put down
I’ve been trying to talk myself up to everyone else
But please don’t grow up on me
Please don’t grow up too sweet
Lets say that I sound like a singer who you’ll never hear
Like a Jeffrey like a Robert like a Neil
Or like the one with the curly hair
That I used to wear
But please don’t grow up on me
Please don’t grow up too sweet
And when you found out that they split the atom
Did it break your heart?
And when you found out that they’d found the first fossil of man
Did it make you want to stop or start…?
Please don’t grow up on me
I’ve been trying to mean well
I’ve been meaning to think hard
I’ve been thinking about you
And I know that you don’t know just where
Or who I am
But please don’t grow up too sweet
Lets say that I sound like a singer who you’ll never hear
Like a Jeffrey like a Robert like a Neil
Or like the one with the curly hair
That I used to bear
And when you found out that they split the atom
Did it break your heart?
And when you found out that they’d found the first fossil of man
Did it make you want to stop or start…?
But please don’t grow up on me
Please don’t grow up too sweet
Please don’t grow up like me
And when you found out that they split the atom
Did it break your heart?
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Asymptote
04:09
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Put down your weapon and I swear I’ll leave my light on
I know you’ve tried so hard because I’ve seen you try for so long
Well, whats the point when you’ve already been a round?
To try another home start again another new town
Maybe I am a dream
And maybe she’ll never wake up anyways
“Whatever happens happens,” right, Spike?
For all that I know I’m born new everyday
So here’s an antidote go listen to a love song
And right about the part where it always seems to go wrong
You take your speakers and you throw them out the window
You’re laughing, screaming, crying, “lovers look out up and below”
Maybe I am asleep
And maybe I’ll never wake up anyway
“Whatever happens happens,” right, Spike?
For all that I know I’m born new everyday
So whats your mission?
Whats your raison d’etre?
When your kissing
Are you in love with him or death?
Yes whats your mission?
Whats your raison d’etre?
When your kissing
Are you in love with her or death?
What are you missing…?
Put down your weapon and I swear I’ll make my heart strong
I don’t care what you’ve dropped because you’ve carried it for so long
Go mind the asymptote: fate doesn’t work like love songs
The parts that feel most right are often built by those that feel wrong
Maybe I am adream
And maybe I’ll never wake up anyway
“Whatever happens happens,” right, Spike?
For all that I know I’m born new everyday
So whats your mission?
Whats your raison d’etre?
When your kissing
Are you in love with him or death?
Yes whats your mission?
Whats your raison d’etre?
When your kissing
Are you in love with her or death?
What are you missing…?
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3. |
Well
03:08
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If you went down a well
For more than just a spell
Would your mana break?
Would it be more than you could take?
And if you found a book
Of all the things you’d thought
Would you leave it there
Or would it be something that you bought?
And now you’re growing up so tall
You’re building ladders to climb walls
But you’ll never seen
What it really meant to me
And maybe you’re not different
Maybe you’re not the same
A bow needs an arrow
But an arrow alone is not tame
And now infected… infected…
Teach it to me slow please
How you’re fond of your disease
How you found the cancer cell
To be the perfect spell
To cure your mind-ache
Well god I think my first mistake
Was to let my body drift
Slowly down the well
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4. |
Clouds Unspun
03:54
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I aint much of a looker
And I aint got the fattest pocket book
But I guarantee if you stick around
You’ll find something you aint never seen
Call it perspective: a truth
Unsleuthed by the worlds very best detective
Hidden in the tall grass, in the small rain,
In the lights of the buildings and planes
Things get better before they get worse I’m told
That growing old aint as fun as dying young
Points without connections:
How long in life, or love, before you’re used to it?
Soon we go like clouds unspun
May be something out there or in here
Who’s to say when south is up in space?
Do-se-do is hidden in the dark star, in the sleep sand
And the lights of your eyes milky ways
Things get better before they get worse I’m told
That growing old aint as fun as dying young
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5. |
Eric
04:09
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Eric says that he thinks he might be in too deep
To be darned or to be mended
His sister says that he should smile
Because he has those off-white teeth that make him seem the real thing
He says he’ll go if they stay or if you find a reason
Why some things are just harder
He says he knows what you mean
And that to stop pretending might be the end of him
So cut them open while they’re sleeping
And take all the marrow out
Sew them up so in the daylight
They’ll try to stand but they won’t know how
His sister says that she’s been dreaming
Of rocks and cliffs and sand but in the nighttime she is buried
Eric inters the body with his feet and teeth and hands
He says here’s a grave to swim in
She says oh no, don’t take me, I swear I’ll find your reason
But you have to know I’m trying
To get by, we all are, if you say you’re not you’re faking,
We’re all in just as deep.
So cut them open while they’re sleeping
And take all the marrow out
Sew them up so in the daylight
They’ll try to stand but they won’t know how
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6. |
Merit Out Of Marrow
03:58
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7. |
Soft
04:48
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You spend your life just trying to get off
Looking for someone who you consider soft
We don’t have rhythm don’t need no meter no matter no more
And in the long run are you bored?
You’re taking a shower to wake you up
Just trying to hold on to some of that good luck
There’s not a reason that you slow down turn divine
But what would you do when you’re out of time?
I’m breaking ground
I’m tired of this one and the other same old towns
I have a poor aunt named poet for show
She writes the least beautiful prose
I lie to her when her writing is in sight
Her work is no better but her smile is all right
You spend your days just trying not to get cross
Thinking of things you fought for and then tossed
We don’t have reason don’t need to learnin’ no logic no more
And in the short term are you sure?
You’re taking a shower to clean you up
Just trying to wash off some of that bad luck
There’s not a reason that you slow down turn divine
But what would you do with all the time?
I’m breaking down
I’m tired of this one and the other same old towns
I have a poor aunt named poet for show
She writes the least beautiful prose
I lie to her when her writing is in sight
Her work is no better but her smile is all right
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8. |
Comb Your Hair
04:09
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I’m thinking about the way you comb your hair
I’m thinking about the way you comb your hair
It’s straight as any ocean wave and dancing in the air
I’m thinking about the way you comb your hair
You wouldn’t believe what you’ve done to me
Somewhere between real bliss and unreal grief
I don’t doubt that you are an angel come to save me with your wings
But I don’t want saving from anything
I’m thinking about the way you comb your hair
It’s warm and late and dark in the night air
So kiss me like a scorpion and damn me like a prayer
I’m thinking about the way you comb your hair
Holy moly, Moses, did you see
How that other person made me feel?
With thunderbolts and raindrops and sweaty, flannel sheets
I’m thinking that it’s better off just me
I’m thinking about the way you move your hair
It always seems to shine but never glares
Your beauty is like a razor, soft and cold but still my savior
I’m thinking about the way you comb your hair
And I fall asleep
And break the will of day
But after all of these things
What more is to say…?
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Lucas Tayne Seattle, Washington
Lucas Tayne is a Seattle musician who released his debut album A Point A Round in fall of 2017. Since then he’s been busy collaborating with other artists, working on his sophomore collection, and teaching guitar and piano.
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