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Sky
01:34
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Imaginary Songs
04:13
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The lonely one to follow
Is the only one to throw the fight
If we try too hard to sing
It comes out with a fright in a fog too deep for me
The strength to keep it going just one more day
Remains a lie that I tell myself again and again
Keep it hidden I can, keep it far away
Until I rest my head in the hopes of tomorrow
Imaginary People
Imaginary Thoughts
Imaginary Places
Imaginary Songs
If I can keep on thinking
Keep on thinking it’s my time
Let’s just go one step further
And build a world that’s all mine
Questions crashing like the ocean
Answers failing like my sight
Make the peace before it’s over
And fill the hole with dying light
The days all feel the same
Lost tracks and crooked aim
Fears that hinge on losing all
The time that’s gone
Dressed wounds don’t fully heal
Wet scars we always feel
No bandage holds the pressure needed
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3. |
Falling
02:43
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I want more time in the day
To clear my head
And wash the silvers and greys out
Attention spent like pennies
Dead eyes sink in
No thoughts of my own can now begin
My heart keeps beating fast, no this pain will never last
It always feels like falling, falling
Sit down and while away the hours
Caught in the fog
Tied down without any power, for what
Memories stop from forming
Rage takes their place
No one will ever win this race
My heart keeps beating fast, no this pain will never last
It always feels like falling, falling
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4. |
Waiting In line
04:20
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The days’s almost done, a glimmer of sun
The work is complete, forced warmth in my seat
Turning the calender, to the latest year, no dates that were
Lost hours to fixate on, a moment that’s gone
Put on a shirt, tie a tie so it hurts
Splash the coffee down, without making a sound
Watch as the seconds pass, in solitude beyond my grasp
One question’s on my lips, when was it missed?
Can’t forget how to breathe
Follow the path in need
Never alone or upset
Work till there’s nothing left
If nothings really left
Then I can leave tonight
The loss of something meaningless
Is not an oversight
I’m waiting in line, not wasting my time
I’m waiting in line, not wasting my time
I’m waiting in line, not wasting my time
Waiting in line
Large head and a crippled past
I shut down and I fill up fast
Cold nights all steal the day
Colour’s gone what’s left is grey
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5. |
Breaking Into Nothing
01:57
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Instrumental
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Last Time
03:29
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Leaving side by side on Monday
As the rain hits the hat that you’ve worn
Catch the train before the sun’s down
Part the ways in which we are torn
I can see the water forming
From the icy clothes we left far behind
Clinging silently to last night, or the last time, oh the last time
I want to feel the fire, fan the flames as it takes me away
I’m going to hug the ashes
Asking why the tides are changing
Hurts the thoughts that it’ll be okay
Running from the falling pieces
Comes a chance where we can get away
Hold my hand I’ll hold yours tighter
As our heads go beyond the clouds
We’ll get there just like the last time, or the last time, oh the last time
I want to feel the fire, fan the flames as it takes me away
I’m going to hug the ashes
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7. |
Open Dream
04:35
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Grab the things you need
And throw away the rest
A darker soil to seed
Makes room to leave your nest
As sirens fill the day
My thoughts die again
Climb hills to get away
What’s saved is also spent
It’s an open dream, left between the seams, a dream
Walk several miles and wait
The road will take you home
There’s no time that’s too late
Days stand on their own
It’s an open dream, left between the seams
A dream, that lies awake
Once seen, pretends to sleep
To sleep
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8. |
See It
02:56
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There is nothing left inside
No place where things can hide away
To rot and stay for good
Pain that comes from day to day
Applies for an escape
To think there’s life up on the clouds
I want to drop without you in my head
And my head to be clear
Not listening to you
Just listen to you
I would love to see it
Feel the words we know so well
I would love to see it
Be it, believe it
Now this life can make more sense
The layers aren’t quite as dense
I know it’s meant to be this hard
Words to keep me on my toes
As far as tales can throw me down
To spread the dirt around
I want to drop without you in my head
And my head to be clear
Not listening to you
Just listen to you
I would love to see it
Feel the words we know so well
I would love to see it
Be it, believe it
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Promises
02:12
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All I make to you, are promises
What you make to me, empty promises
When we miss our chance, for those promises
There’s one thing to do, make more promises
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Home
02:04
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Winter fears, are feeling strange
Outside this fortress, are clouds and rain
Happy homes made of sinking sand
Block out the skyline, burn up the land
Lonely days are locked within these walls
Waste away and hope somebody calls
But nobody calls
Monday’s poison, clouds Sunday’s mind
Falling forward, to spring behind
Painted ceilings begin to peel
Push further down so you don’t feel
Running in circles to catch what’s ahead
Having no time to know where we’ve been lead
And where have we been lead?
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11. |
A Different Kind of Sane
04:59
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I wouldn’t want it, anyway but this
I couldn’t see it all the things that we would miss
The jolt of pretty action, would trick me in my sleep
And throw me from my first life, I thought that I would keep
But if I look this way, it might be okay
Would someone stop and say, it’s all right
Alone in concrete, a feeling that’s not new
The city that allows it, to keep on going through
Richness blocks the unknown, and waves it out of sight
With potholes and precision, intending you to fight
All built on loans and cents, toys and rent
And if you overspend, it’s all right
Beyond the fabric and the light, I think I’m seeing all right
With nothing left to hold my hand
It’s a sane kind of system, different kind of sane
It’s the last pointing finger when there’s nothing else to blame
It’s beyond your comprehension, the life you lost somehow
It’s the last screaming voice, your head will allow
Back where I started, seems such a waste of time
Back where I started, so hard to find a sign
It happened all so quickly, without a found regret
No piece of information to let me know I’m set
But if I show my face, I won’t be disgraced
If I can leave this place, I’ll be fine
Before the shadows and the fight, I wasn’t feeling all right
With nothing left to help me stand
It’s a sane kind of system, different kind of sane
It’s the last pointing finger when there’s nothing else to blame
It’s beyond your comprehension, the life you lost somehow
It’s the last screaming voice, your head will allow
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12. |
Sand
02:42
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Instrumental
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Wes McClintock Saint John, New Brunswick
I am a multi-instrumentalist with a great passion and ear for music.
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