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Falsework

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Lyrics:
Big voices on the radio
Hushed whispers on the telephone
Thin walls, open airwaves
A cold case becomes a hot zone

There’s always an agenda
Only white knights and renegades
Pushing out a prejudice
And calling it “Lemonade”

They’ll always try to buy stars above
They’ll always lie about who they love
You’ve heard the names
Fake numbers get ahead in the game so
When’s push gonna come shove?

Don’t feed me tall tales
I’ll spit ‘em right back at you
You don’t know anything that nobody didn’t tell you
So don’t blame the skeptics
For thinking out loud
In the battle of headroom, it’s a fight for the foreground

It takes a crowd to change a scene
No more readers to write the magazines
Betting we won’t recognize
That they decide when the rules don’t apply

Don’t feed me tall tales
I’ll spit ‘em right back at you
You don’t know anything that nobody didn’t tell you
So don’t blame the skeptics
For thinking out loud
In the battle of headroom, it’s a fight for the foreground

I know I’m not alone
In using a microphone to say
What I think should be said
I’m running it in the red

Don’t feed me tall tales
I’ll spit ‘em right back at you
You don’t know anything that nobody didn’t tell you

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Foreground

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Lyrics:
I’m sick of living with this cloud inside my head
An echo chamber of the worst things that I’ve said
One-sided conversations getting me nowhere
I’m wasting time sinking in my chair
External stimuli are few and far between
I’ve extracted all the kicks I can from caffeine
I need someone who’s not afraid to call the shots
Someone who can connect the missing dots

First take
Let’s try a new progression no one else could make
It might not come together, babe, but just in case
Let’s run it from the top and roll the tape
Later on tonight
When you go on your way and I go on mine
I’ll play it back and see if any moments shine
I hope this one grows in time

I’ll keep my head down I’ve been burned this way before
That sparkle always dies down till it bores me
As time goes by, I keep expecting it fade
But her name keeps jumping off the page
Noticing subtleties that used to be washed out
Enjoy the silences that used to fill with doubt
I might concede if I’d been properly prepared
But I gotta say, I thought I’d be more scared

First take
Let’s try a new progression no one else could make
It might not come together, babe, but just in case
Let’s run it from the top and roll the tape
Later on tonight
When you go on your way and I go on mine
I’ll play it back and see if any moments shine
I hope this one grows in time

Pin-point the satellite
Rewet the appetite
Stay up until the sun runs off into the night
Wake up the daydreams
Call off the search team
I think you’re already deep into my bloodstream

First take
Let’s try a new progression no one else could make
It might not come together, babe, but just in case
Let’s run it from the top and roll the tape
Later on tonight
When you go on your way and I go on mine
I’ll play it back and see if any moments shine

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Roll The Tape

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Lyrics:
Going ten over the limit when I didn’t have a place to be
I was dreaming ‘bout the future, but the present got away from me
I only focused on a measure, and I didn’t hear the whole symphony
I didn’t hear the beauty

Called my mother, couldn’t help her on a crossword question
She’s a wordsmith, it’s a daily obsession
I wonder if she sees in me her own reflection

Don’t wait up for the closure
It won’t ring the door bell
We live and then we die, no other order
But we all process each moment in parallel

On the water with dad, hoping we might get a couple bites
But there’s a rain coming in, all we’re catching is tangled lines
We’ll laugh it off, sing a song, and try another time

I don’t deserve this
So many blessings on my plate
I gotta keep the most important thing straight

Big brother’s on, gonna log in and play a few
Hundreds of miles away, and we’re right back in the groove
He’s a constant even when I don’t know what to do

Parallel

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Lyrics:
Tracking down a runaway claim
Sifting through the trail of blame
A full review, long overdue
I’m taking myself back by the roots
Hiding in a popular cause
Bathed in undeserved applause
A constant plug, a modern drug
Scared I’ve forgotten how to love

“I don’t think I can change,” says me, the hypocrite
I don’t know why I waited to issue my personal permit
If I could do as I say, tomorrow would have been today
No more too-lates, I’m tired of saying it
I sold myself in chains to muscle memory
I put in too much of my time to watch it bury me
If I could do as I say, I’d be proud of yesterday
No more halfway to full recovery

Salvaging a faded grin
Looking from the outside in
A wounded man with folded hands
Can’t seem to follow his own plans (frozen where he stands)
Written off a story line
Simplified a complex sign
The curtain breaks, a twist of fate
Now’s not the time to hesitate

I’ve been a beggar, I’ve worn a crown
I’ve seen a sunrise skip along the ground
I’ve flipped the tables, I’ve changed the terms
I’ve tried every method but I can’t heal the burns

Full Recovery

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Lyrics:
Calendar is open, the furniture’s dated
If I go out tonight, don’t wanna be persuaded
Running out of faces, it’s a failing structure
Go back to square one, and start with a whisper

Saved until it’s remade
Received but no relay
It was nothing but a first draft
It didn’t have an ounce of contrast
Another short-term getaway
A still frame in a time lapse

It served its purpose, moments of focus
I saw the future slip by unnoticed
It lives in the falsework and stays undercover
I hope my current state can hold the weight until it wants to be heard

Tip-toe over bridges that haven’t had upkeep
It might spell disaster to bet it all on black sheep
Every great idea has a long history
And every tower gets swallowed in the sea

Nail on nail, steel on steel
Construct myself in piecemeal
Skeletal and faceless
Unfinished empty spaces

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Lyrics:
Brick walls
Stumbling on a windfall
The bench is split, I’m losing it
Letting off steam
Stretching out the seams
The tension’s gone, I’m moving on

Dry land
Working with a fresh hand
The river flips, I’m jumping ship
Flooded ground
But I know I won’t drown
Head high, take to the sky

The path in front of me might make turns in sharp degrees
Lower the center of gravity
Don’t rub shoulders with a wave until it breaks
Move on and make some headway

Neck deep
Standing on two feet
A runner’s lift, a wanderer’s drift
Break the skin
And mend it back again
A falling scar, a hard restart

Good fortune makes a fickle friend
Don’t get too familiar with rising trends
Stay the course, ride out the storm
And come out of the water reborn

Headway

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Lyrics:
When did we turn up our voices so loud
We don’t see eye to eye on anything now
Loosing words over the lines that we drew
We’ve got some work to do to get to the root

Clean out the attic
Cut the feedback
It can get dramatic
When opposites attack

Two territories getting smashed into one
A war of attrition has already begun
Who says we can’t make a truce for one night
Maybe negotiate by candlelight

I’ve left my weak side exposed
And left the burner on the stove
For the safety of our lives
On three, let’s both apologize

Falsework

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