1. |
Thea
05:10
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Thea, I am out of place
oh with these old fools, these old ways
now I've mentioned your name but mistaken the face
bending it back to more words without ways
It's not unlike me to be fixed to a room
of paler days
it is heatstroke, it's motion
it's just some other place
but I still dream of that place
And I speak of yesterdays
though all I can find in the moonstrucken place
is a lesson you taught me
when you could keep with the pace
I'm still all ablaze
oh with crimson valor and the languid laze
of some ghost without dreams
and your mother's moon tower
but I still dream about you
It don't evade me
even with its dim reflection and its Sun Idled Ways
caught in some starlight
brought in by the race
It's a weathered, tethered maze
when all words turn to numbers and the stick doesn't stay
I'm tied to your teeth but your tongue will not say
if it was us or the room that slipped away
I still dream about you
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2. |
Panes
04:04
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Well a broken street tells me a fate
and I'm wondering about the things you might say
as I'm setting in the fields of late, all day
and I'm seeing red rise in the wake
Now the edge is dull, themed with the night
keeping all the lamplight inside
a rusted cup catches the rain, my pain
Now I've been higher but it's all the same
I catch fire on window panes
I still know every name
but what's a name, what's a name, what's a name
Now my memory is disarray
the evening at rest under the day
and I have folded my heart just the same, I wait
to see the red rise in the wake
I am seeing red rise in the wake
Now I've been higher but it's all the same
I catch fire on window panes
I still know every name
but what's a name, what's a name, what's a name
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3. |
Zenith (8)
04:09
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Tell me, Rylynn
there ain't nothin' to be
once I did fall far from these things
so I can believe
It's just too easy to hide
I am standing up now
oh I am seen
one with the stars while you are noon
and I stay with the moon
It's too easy to hide
I burn through the ways I try to get my mind to stay on time
I break every sky until my thoughts of red collide
and I try to move the wind so that it won't just pass you by
are you still standing there?
It's too easy to hide
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4. |
Lamina
04:43
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In the tallest oak on your father's land
we shared a smoke
and you were letting go
all those dreams you sew
Now burning notes and reading fire
you came in close
we carried snow
we buried coals
We called we showed we fall, I know
and in bloom we seek what every year holds
just to bleed it out
to stay high in a low
oh lamina put on my days
while you held up
under a cold moon
did I call it too soon?
We called we showed we fall, I know
and in bloom we seek what every year holds
just to bleed it out
and stay high in a low
Many miles old
so many days to go
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5. |
Wasting Away
03:46
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I spent so long just wasting away
she don't even stay in my dreams no more
Now I can recall every part of each day
where the sun casts shade, and all the lines of her face
I spent so long hoping I would change
from out of my ways, hoping she would stay
but now I try, oh how I try
to keep from crying, to keep from wasting away
I suppose, I suppose she's just going her way
to live her life another way
and now it's just me, said it's just me
trying to find a way to get on by
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6. |
All My Days
04:28
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All my days
oh all my days
I've locked them away
I'm headed south
I'm moving now
can't recall just how
but I'm moving now
and I'm alright
I'm alright
don't worry now
You can keep the script
all the long nights
each blue moon rise
and the twisted sheets
All my days
Muted rooms
reflecting you
in indigo blue
so paint the walls
you'll see it all
and make words fall
out of none
in quiet waters I'll sway
in restful arms I'll relay
All my days
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7. |
Me/We
01:33
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8. |
Croix
04:18
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Well I watched your ghost just dive right in
while that river ran late through this scattered mind
waiting always at the foot of my bed
where fear cannot stay, so I took your place instead
and with my hand well in front of my eyes
I traced a line that never ends
passing always new birds of an old town
where feelings remain, but your memory has slowed down
well I've measured it out, lapse and loom
but I find you somehow, from blue to maroon
now I have done all I can
to keep from highways, to sleep in distant lands
yeah, I count the days, but it's always so hard to describe
the way it all fades every time I close my eyes
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9. |
Shadows
03:40
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Well it all starts and I know it ends
so what's the matter with my dreams
where I leave, you begin
and it's you again
Well my eyes, they move fast
faster down summer streets
and until that rain can make numbers make-believe
then I relieve
in all I see
in shadows shaping
and the night reminding me
remind me
Well they caught us dead, dead in her sleep
the memory now leaks slowly
and it all forms in one scene; you're behind a screen
you're behind me
and it's all I see
in shadows shaping
but the night now it sits behind me
behind me
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10. |
Still
04:28
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I wasn't sure I knew how to
see through
but in my mind I had heard you
a paradigm
how's it going?
where the rain has cleared, but it's still snowing
how's it going?
I didn't know just how to
move you on through
I didn't feel like I had to
but see how I scatter light?
wherever rain has cleared it don't stay bright
oh if I could just start again
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St. Anthony Mann Minneapolis, Minnesota
Playing experimental indie folk enlivened by obscure arrangements and poetic lyrics, St. Anthony Mann is the stage name of Adam Bjoraker and co.
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