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Montana
03:56
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Sugargum, your candy only makes my sweet tooth ache
But it's an ache I can taste, yeah, all through my face.
Bubble blower, it's been a minute since I've tasted this taste
It's like coconut lace, your inscrutable face.
Oh, it's a mountain of sound, yeah, and the trembling ground.
Icing sugar goes to my heart and I can't slow down
I'm shivering now and I can't feel my mouth
Angel food, I'm all unraveled and I can't get straight
It was a gorgeous mistake, another sour embrace.
It was a mountain of sound, and I stood on the trembling ground,
And I still can't believe what I found there, a sweetness I can't live without.
It was a mountain of sound
Yeah, it was a mountain of sound
It was a mountain of sound
Yeah, it was a mountain of sound
It was a mountain of sound
Yeah, it was a mountain of sound
It was a mountain of sound
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Salt
04:57
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Every button buttons shut a space
leading down into a lonesome place
where the salt of possibility
joins the tide that drives the diamond sea
The diamond sea
Every diamond shines to light the tide
uninvolved in any human pride
Anyone who thinks he owns a gem
doesn’t see how much the gem owns him
The gem owns him
When you wade into the water you'll find that you're
dazed by the light
but then your eyes will adjust and the shimmer will
settle inside
Swim in the diamond light
Swim toward the sun
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Came To
04:58
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I
I
I came
I came
I came to
I came to
I came to talk
I came to talk
I came to talk you out of this
I came to talk you out of this
This is a tangle that you can’t unravel
This started as a kiss but now it’s fists and inquisition
You told me this was driving you insane
and not in a good way
You asked me to remind you
to regret this
Chorus
He offered you a rock
You don’t want a rock
He gave you a list of corny bits and bankrupt kisses
He doesn’t like your kid
He doesn’t get your heart
You’re a metaphor
He is unworthy of
Chorus
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Silver Pine
05:25
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Silver Silver Pine tree Pine tree
When you took me down
Down into the pine trees pine trees
You wore the silver crown
haloed in the pine trees the pine trees
Firefly
Firefly
lighting up the pine tree
Quiet light
Quiet light
in the branches of the pine tree pine tree
Pine tree night crowns you
Fire fly your light moves through me too
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Acting Alone
04:27
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It's hard enough to see her, but she's loud enough to hear
She keeps a list of promises you whisper in her ear
She's only been around since the Summer of Love
She's off her medication 'cause she doesn't like drugs
Hold it against her, she won't mention it
She can't even remember the way you first met
She's under the impression that it hasn't happened yet
Hold it against her, she won't ever mention it
You're acting alone
It only takes an hour but it feels like half a day
She hasn't been outside in months, but she can't afford to stay
She's a hopeful resolution to a problem you don't have,
A premature conclusion to an alternate path
Hold it against her, she won't mention it
It's not hard to see her in the light of the stage
Try hard not to wonder what's written on her face
Hold it against her, she won't ever mention it
You're acting alone
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Day Moon
04:59
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You appear, a smudge of light,
Pale surprise in the white blue sky
Day moon
Day moon
I stay out all afternoon
Just to keep you in my view
Thinking I might catch your eye
Day moon
Day moon
When you come around at night it’s nothing new
But you crash the day, and I don’t recognize you
Day moon
Day moon
In the dark I’m never not prepared for you
In the light I wanna keep my eye on you
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Again Again
02:45
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Ending this year under water, start the new one circling the drain
Again again
A little resolution, a little sentimental elocution
Again again
Every time we celebrate it feels like we're already late
And anytime I feel I feel relief
It's a thought that I can't shake, every ceiling we break
Reveals a new one.
You've been keeping tabs on me since I started singing you to sleep
Again again
We don't want a thing to change, but we still get so restless every spring
Again again
When we chase each other through the library I won't catch you
And when we disappear I'll follow too
It's a thought that I can't shake, every feeling we fake
Conceals a true one.
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Problem Patron
02:39
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She doesn’t have to be polite, problem patron.
She doesn’t have to be polite.
It’s not her job to make your night.
She doesn’t have to be polite.
She shouldn’t have to fear the night, sidewalk arbitor.
She shouldn’t have to fear the night.
She isn’t looking for a fight.
She shouldn’t have to fear the night.
You know the girl can really write, rape joke denizen.
You know the girl can really write.
And you won’t make her dim her light.
You know the girl can really write.
She’s gonna write you right
out of her history.
She’s gonna shine light into
your cynical mystery.
She doesn’t have to be polite.
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Choir
03:29
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10. |
Softer
05:01
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It's not unforgettable, I can't even remember
What you said this scene was about
I can't control the energy, intimidate anyone, call it off or sell myself out
And hey, I believe a friend in need'll help you out for free
Nothing is negotiable once your cart is overfull
We used to check the role-players out
And in a sense it's sensible, not indefensible, that we never met underground
And oh, I can't wait to drag myself around your estate
Squinting into the affluent shine, stumbling downstairs and into the pool
Conscious and complacent, he treats the ladies decently,
Sees himself as somebody else
She says "fuck the 90s, it wasn't a good time for me.
I saw somebody else as myself."
And yeah, I can see how you might mistake yourself for me
And how would I even know you're wrong? How could I complicate this song?
Leaving home I keep breathing it in
It's been around since the season ended, but it's softer now
Aw, don't try sliding
I booked a ride on the sunny side and it's softer now
And I feel okay
It's real, okay
I feel okay
It's real, okay
I feel okay
It's real, okay
I feel okay
It's real, okay
If feel okay
It's real, okay
I feel okay
It's real, okay . . .
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Motes Urbana, Illinois
In the traditions of post-punk and dreampop, Motes' guitars are rhythmic and noisy, and their melodies are hushed and frail. The group is decidedly Midwestern, though, in their exploration of emotion through imagery and exposition. Their poetry has a kind of existential clarity; and sometimes, through layers and modulation, Motes get messy—but never miss the mark. ... more
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