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Carolyn Days
04:34
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It was a scent coming from the range. That made me miss those Carolyn days. Old radio talk at 10, some clothes drying on the fence. She put the hearts down on the page. They went in circles around my name. Give me back those Carolyn days. Wear something formal for this long release. In her name I beat the Angels away, then paved the streets gold where we laid. We'd stand in the light and the city would swallow us. I need a rainbow through my lens. Better days; will they follow it? Need dreams that never grow old. I’ll keep your curtains on the wall. Put new hearts down on a page. Make em' all appear the same. And when the black calls my name, I'll get back those Carolyn days. We'd stand in the light and the city would swallow us. When summer died I went looking for anything. I'll look back at it all as I knew it once. Then I'll look back at it all as it was.
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Afterglow
03:11
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Redesign me in the afterglow, I need the hope. Design me in your mold. Star birds everywhere; nowhere do I see anyone. Not blinded by the sun. Was that the sign or the afterglow? Do you ever wonder what's beyond the door? The Eternal villa; do we stay? How long? Disappear in our flaws. I wonder, where do we go? I thought I heard it's sounds and felt its presence everywhere. How could I’ve been so wrong? Old memories dawn on me; this black haze covers everyone. We are swallowed by the sun. I've been everywhere, feels like I don't know anyone. Was I blinded by the sun?
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Oh, the quiet act of love. How was I to let you know? I've gone about this wrong. I can hear the lonesome sound, that keeps swinging on through the night. You just turn the radio loud enough to ease your mind. Heard you found that empty room. Where you could just sleep tonight. Did you turn the radio on? And just close your eyes and see blue skies? And there you go to mend the sick. How was I to let you go? I've gone about this wrong. I lead the high school choir singing in the background. I’ve yet to end this love. I'm sorry for the let down.
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Nobody People
02:40
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For this world of no tomorrow. We forge this black hole in the floor. Can never keep anything from no tomorrow. I can't keep anything from him any longer. From this star I'm on. Come dive in the sea of nobody people. Come rest your head in flowers here with me. We're gonna leave the somebody people. Don't let your head bend in sorrow for me. To a place we'll never leave. He lied and talked about the weather. He lied so many times he was crossed. He couldn't keep anything in the dark any longer. Could never do what he wanted when he got older. From this star we're on. Come dive in the sea, you nobody people.
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Wounded Bird
04:02
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How long? Forevermore? Imprison me like you'd say. Cutting me from the rope, You said it all gets better down the road. But me, I’ve learned to love And as quick as it comes, it goes. Forever alone; just flicker out in my home. You'd ever think of me when I was here. Never missed me when I was gone. The fever waits. It all ends the same. Everyone you’re looking for is just a runaway. Time will tell you if you’re running fast enough. I will fall like a wounded bird and you’ll fly away. Imprison me, I deserve it like you say. You’re steady- running as I just wait. Cutting the line in the chord. Said it’s always better when you’re sure. How come I never know? My ambition comes and goes. Get someone else to guide your way. You never listened to me anyway. You never wanted me when I was there. You still don’t want me now that I’m lost. I will throw my hands up and let you win. I will fall like a wounded bird, you'll just fly away and never think of me in any way. Always running, I hide my face.
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Everything Was Easier
03:14
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I need a pick me up. I'll light a candle just to feel a spark. And look around at everyone I love. Is there a bigger plan for all of us? Or do we need to write a better one? Is something wrong? I'll light a candle just to feel the warmth. Stare at the flame and see visions of when everything was easier for us. Does everything get easier? It starts with a blackstar on my shoulder. The needs grow, I grow older. Here comes the thought I've learned to hate. Closing ground on me everyday. How can I cope? It's all wrong. We break stride, we still move on. And the church bells that I hate are here to burn through everything. I'm looking out. We don't appreciate what we got. Till’ everything has fallen apart. It was never any easier for us. Will everything get easier when we're gone? We turn our back to everyone we loved. Then see a picture that reminds us all. And how is it that we forgot love? Well it will it be the same for all of us. It sparks. Then I'm branded on my shoulder. The same thing over and over. The black wont ever wait, Closing ground on me everyday. A thousand days what's after? In darkness we all shatter. Embrace me, don't wanna be late. Learn to mind me, I want to believe. Cosmic dust collecting , in here everything is one. Cosmic dust collecting, am i already gone? Feeling my way through the fragments I've missed every part now I have none. is there a bigger plan? Is there a better one? Will I ever know? Feeling my way through the fragments I've missed every part now Im left with none. Is there a bigger plan? Is there a better one? Will i ever know? Dazing off in a somber night. Dazing off in a bright white light. Will I see everyone here? Will they tell me that it is alright?
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There Was One
04:26
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His children gone. It's written on his face. Just needs a little break from the suffering. Just needs a little push as of late. We can bloom for a moment. Now the moment has begun. A needle in the hay, what an offering. He just sings his painful song. The years pass what's the number? The same flaws, though his mouth is shut he keeps on looking back. “How come nothing ever came from that?" The blank stare; he's somewhere colder. The needs grow, though his mouth is shut, well he's still looking back. But nothing ever comes from that. His mind is gone. His body wants to wake. Just wanted something new, something different. He never tried, never did anything. I've pried and clawed. I know a little bit of your heart lives on. You've taken everything, how dare you come for more? I need something to love. I need more than you are. In the end, there was only one. Time is a fleeting heart and I'm gonna be so god damn far gone. Time's a fleeting heart, and I'm gonna be so fucked up. He's tired of it all. Is it here or hereafter? When the darkness calls, my mouth is shut, but I'm still looking back. Though I know nothing ever comes from that.
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Tall Man
03:21
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He's a tall man. And you want a new man. So rest up you sleepyhead. Cause I can't compare. He's a strong man. Not these "cologne" men. You're so drunk your face is wet. And I'm unaware. Ain't he pure? Ain’t he sweet? Ain’t he so unlike me? Don’t he walk like the man in your dreams? Ain't he young on his feet? Not so worn out like me. I just sink in the sludge by the sea. He's a tall man. And you want a rough man. I laid my book down and wept. How can I compare? You need a "go get it" man. Not these "short cut it” men. I can’t stop what's coming next and I wouldn’t dare. I'll be the lonely boy, out on the weekends. Here comes the lonely boy, he'll find some lonely friends. He's a tall- broad man. And I'm just a dull- old man. So rest up you sleepyhead. Cause I can't compare.
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Bones Full Of Sand
03:41
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My car’s in the lot. Your’s in the driveway. Some rust on the old ones. Some cracks on the frame. But me, I'm an old man. I stand by the river and rot. I've roughed up my fingers, I've poured salt in my lungs. Oh, my legs are tired of running. My bones are full of sand. Didn’t mean to wake you for the funeral. I knew you'd be late. My car’s in the lot. You fly down the freeway. You're never moving fast enough. We’re all one day late.
But me, I'm an old man. And you are blossoming flower. I've roughed up my fingers, I've spilled all my blood. Always something that we missed, something more you're looking for darling. Something that we missed, and something more you're looking for, always.
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Where Did The Time Go?
04:24
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Oh, the younger days. Were you thinking "old" in may? In time, we all just fade. I want you to stay. I want to keep the cold away. I want you to stay the same. Oh, I wonder, on days that you're sad, when you stand on the porch, do you think of the things you have? I would loan every vision of hope to you if you'd ask, but you're too proud, you won't. You breath in the poison, love. You blow out the smoke. You put on your perfume love, the comfort you want. Where did the time go? Mae, here's to another one. Then down the rabbit hole. And It's one last time for us and you’re his again. Fake stars on the ceiling and play visions all around. It's one last time for me, then I'm calling it. Push the knife to his throat. There's a man with his hands around my neck. Always looking for the easy way out. You breath in the poison, love. You blow out the smoke. I wonder if you know, where did the time go? I would loan every vision of hope to you if you'd ask, but you're too proud, you won’t.
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The Flats Toledo, Ohio
Forming in 2014, The Flats merge indie-rock with pop elements and a midwestern alternative feel. With soaring chorus' and eloquent lyricism, The Flats are an emerging group hailing from NW Ohio and SE Michigan.
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