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Dressed for the Mourning
04:40
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I'm dressed for the mourning,
day one of my after life and I
look down on my body,
still trying to prove he’s right
‘bout something
no one cares about
but he’d read it on the internet
that everything that they believe is wrong
And all I'm regretting,
is all of those things I did and said
that sound like complaining,
but I just wasn't explaining myself right
in conversations,
cause my throat would tighten up
when I felt strongly on a subject
and I’d rather make an enemy than cry
Look outta my window,
where all of those wild flowers grow
and sway to the wind blow
just like my hips when I was young
and I could give myself to any
situation having never
even thought about
How I am gonna miss it all so much
But I have quite the life now,
no gravity pulling down.
Can’t tell if Im aging,
cause there aint a clock around
and God broke all the mirrors
and he rippled all the waters.
All my shame it is, if nothing else
just ugliness reflecting on its self
I’m dressed for the morning,
and I plan to be nude by noon
and you will only see through me,
unless you are also nude
See it’s just that kind of heaven,
You envisioned in your youth,
except no body here is pretty
and no mind of any body seems to care.
To care
To care
To care
Look into the lens there
at all of those microscopic beings
that come from who knows where
God we are full of living things
And I remember then
If only for a moment
If I leave my mind too open
Then my soul might get the chance to fly away
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Miracle
03:27
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I’m sure I’ll find a reason for living my life in time
Til then I’m trying not to die inside or at all
I’m not here just to gentrify Bedstuy, no I
Just need these heavy rents to fall, that’s all
I just need a miracle
All the junkies on the street say Goodbye to Blue Monday
I aint seen Sunday in a week, I’m so lonely if only
A better feeling could compete, If I could feel a thing at all
I wouldn’t need the summers heat, or even autumns alcohol
so when I finally find my feet, I’ll take this body for a walk
Down to the dark end of the street once and for all
I just need a miracle
And I have proven many wrong in their love for me
They all just fodder for a song so long and cest la vie
So just how high am I to climb to put my name up on the wall
So they will love me when I die, believing I was ever-tall
and just how deep am I to go to take a peek under the wool
Cause wolf or sheep I gotta keep my belly full
I just need a miracle
I'm sure i’ll find a reason for living my life in time
Till then I'm trying not to die inside or at all
And i’m not here just to justify myself for having nothing
Cause if I do die to find my wealth at least I lived for something
and no one's coming
To save me now
Or show me how
To face the odds
That I may never have it all
At all
At all
At all
I just need a miracle
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3. |
Sagan
04:08
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When the Sun is gone, I give my questions to the sky, and watch them fly through the dark.
If life is ours to give some light back to the stars, then shining we are.
But Faith is dead, I’ve been worshiping mystery instead
Face the black, and push right back, no I won’t be scared.
In what the air reflects to let the sun burn red and the sky go blue
I’m just skin and bones out in the great unknown, pleased to meet you.
I sail my song out for the shore I’ll never find,
a heaven only waves can reach
Close my mind and let the cold dark ocean preach,
begging me to breathe
Faith is dead, I’ll be worshiping mystery instead.
And all we are I hold it far above my head.
Here with you
Over you
When the sun is gone, I give my questions to the sky, and watch em fly through the dark
If life is ours to give some light back to the stars, then shining we are.
But faith is dead, I’m worshipping mystery instead,
face the black flat on my back and just laugh
Here with you
You know the holy ghost or just the lonely truth.
I’m just skin and bones but I’m full of soul, when I’m here with you
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4. |
All the Way Down
03:49
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I waited at the bus stop for you,
you were right on time.
I said id give my whole life for you
and you politely declined.
Felt like i just swallowed the sunshine,
it burned all the way down.
And i know you’re gonna feel it sometime,
when the world turns it’s back around
all the way down
When sunsets in your mouth
Goodbye’s a mighty pill to swallow
it burns all the way down.
Yeah with every jetplane flyin I wonder
if it’s flyin for you
Cause I’m here not for a lack of tryin’,
I did all one man could do
Yeah with every jet plane flyin I wonder
if it’s flyin home for you
I’m here not for lack of trying love,
I wish I was a passenger too
But that’s what happens when you swallow the sunshine,
it burns all the way down
look west and put your hand to your chest
you’ll feel that universal sound
all the way down
When the sun sets in your mouth
In the morning we’ll be breathing fire
it burns all the way down
I told you i was crazy for you,
and you smiled so wide.
but I guess you were just posing for pictures,
in the darkroom in the back of my mind.
It felt like I just swallowed sunshine,
it burned all the way down.
And i know you're gonna feel it sometime
in whatever home you leapt and found
All the way down
When the sunsets in your town
I’ll be up onstage trying to hide my age
I wont be lookin for you in the crowd
All the way down
Like i'm turning inside out
and I know we'll see it rise tomorrow
but it burns all the way down.
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5. |
Evergreen
03:59
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Dig a hole and put my heart in push the earth back over me
And I can be the garden, give the roots somethin’ to eat
Then all I’ve done will still be somewhere deeper in the ground
but it’s later now than it’s ever been and the sun is going down
And the moon is looming over everything.
Maggots move their mountains into being.
The willow weeps but there is no need to grieve.
What may rot will come back evergreen
So come find me in the wood of some future cedar pine
Giving all the breezes a few pieces of my mind
‘cause all my dreams of flying leave me dying at the end
and part of me can’t wait to see my ceiling caving in
When the moon is looming over everything
The bitter fruit of all my labor
be my tomb the earth or human being
what may rot will come back
Give my body to the birds, have them shit me out to sea
so I might find the whale to sing the sailor out of me
And the moon is looming over everything
Then fall lips move but they all say nothing
And Mamma June has yet to intervene
But what may rot
What may rot, will come back
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Vandiver Asheville, North Carolina
A Soul-full Avant approach to Modern American folk, Vandiver is the creation of vocal chameleon singer/songwriter Andrew Hammond. Drummer Kevin O'Connor of Talkdemonic, supports Hammond's every-word-counts approach to lyrical songwriting and an emotive yet restrained vocal range. ... more
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There are so many aspects of this record that leave me scratching my head saying "how did he do that?". Effortless magic. This album is a piece of art. Not a bad song in the whole lot.
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