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No Dreams
03:26
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That wasn't me who wrote that song. I never had that much to say.
I don't see wonder through her eyes, oh no. I don't see morning in a new light. I still see the grime, and now I'm up at the break of dawn. And that old me feels like a false memory — driving, driving, gone.
Little wings, windows down, I'm driving past trains in town.
Talk about a lost dog not wanting to be found.
When I fall asleep, I have no thoughts. I have no dreams.
In childhood, I called my teacher mom when I was out of words.
When I fall asleep I have no thoughts, I have no dreams.
All I can feel is earth pulling me down, down.
Will I write another song? Will I have something to say?
Will it matter if not, I asked myself, and then these words came out.
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2. |
Bunny & Trane
03:36
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Blacked out on a bus, our old memories cut out,
or rather, we cut them out altogether.
If we squint, we could align our lives, map out these days
a blueprint, without compromise, in our sweaty palms
You asked me, faithfully,, do you believe in miracles?
oh, yes i do. how else could you explain me looking at you?
A legendary joyride, unapologetically swept up in our own fantasy
fumbling through motel rooms
taking what we could get without a morsel of regret.
You cut your hair, i cut my teeth, on Kerouac,
burned my clothes, ceremoniously, and never turned back.
You asked me, faithfully, do you believe in miracles?
oh, yes i do. how else could you explain me looking at you?
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3. |
I Was Here
03:03
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Flowers cast in stone, black rivers dried up,
trees without memories.
Swallowed by fog — its been too long
it’s been too long
since i looked up, ahead, or even thought of it
earth sweats, stars drip
i’m hanging over the parapet
long, long ago, when there was tall grass
the horses roamed.
now im reading graffiti on a broken building
that says ’i was here’ and ‘see you on the other side’
yes, but not yet
i’m still here, watching the jets, waiting on the fog to clear
running at night, afraid of the light
kept on in the house,
sucking summer air, you could choke on it
if you see me getting smaller, it’s because im flying away
Just like Jimmy Webb said, i got a right to disappear, to disappear.
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somewhere there’s a convict in a jailcell
dreaming of mowing the backyard
somewhere its too hot to walk the streets
somewhere, sucking the air, it’s
too thick to breathe
nothing, nothing touches you
anymore, anymore
this is the curve of the earth, where you are planted
this is the magic finishing time
when night tugs at the sky
and the moon breaks like a mirror
somewhere there is ivy crawling up the wall
summer is tearing you apart
somewhere you’re reaching out to touch it
somewhere, sucking the air, it’s
too thick to breathe
and nothing, nothing touches you
nothing nothing touches you
nothing, nothing touches you
nothing nothing touches you
anymore, anymore
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5. |
Running at Night
03:47
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from time to time i think about when i was lookin for her
running at night through the neighborhood, i forgot to catch my breath
now i’m faithfully glued to my ways
faithfully glued to you always
if cats and dogs could talk they’d say
‘you’re fucking nuts but i love you anyway’
if history’s a spider, i’m caught in its web, still caught in its web
but at least i accept my death
it brings me closer, closer to myself
now i’m faithfully glued to the screen
i go to work and count the steps between
the closing door and vending machine
what’s that sound, thought i heard a scream
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6. |
Twenty Years
03:50
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at night, looking out my window
and what do i see but marie
changing stations in her car
so i put on my shoes and stepped out
and she followed me in like the wind
like she had every second planned until then
she said i looked the same, and i said it back
what else can you say at a time like that?
a man, a woman, a memory gone black
if we can find it again, we might turn back the clock
what’s this? a gift i saved for you
for twenty years
a generation passed me by
and it still brings me to tears when i hold it
it’s not what it says inside
it’s cause that old feeling never died
is there even a language we can speak anymore, speak anymore
memories of memories dissolved
as i stood there, sinking into the floor
the lights they flickered and burned out like stars
she said, “i should go, the kid’s asleep in the car”
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7. |
Boy's Own
05:12
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Dogs and cats in carriers
Flying away to somewhere safe
On the marble terminal floor I draw
My knees up to my chin and medicate
You are in an open boat
Wrapped in your mother’s raincoat
The color of all the warning signs
If you’ve got gold
Won’t you send it
If you’ve got silver
Let’s spend it
Wish I see this honey-colored moon
From anywhere resembling a room
But I’m out
And the night is ready to be done
And I’m about to see what happens
To our stalwart companions
Faster than my luck can run
These boy's own tales of derring-do
By booklice are tunneled through
I'd hold them up to the window...like lace...
If there were a window to
And if the afterlife were a book
it might look like
Words swallowed by holes in space
If you got gold
Won't you send it
If you got silver
Let's spend it
Your light is shining in
Like changing spots of sun on my skin
Now i’m out, but i’m the same
i’m about to see what happens to our stalwart companions
Faster than their luck can run
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8. |
Our Whole Life
03:00
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Our whole life wedged between us — I won't move if you won't move.
Tethered to my dreams. Suppose I had the power to make them real.
Don't I have everything I want? Don't I have everything I want?
Our whole life printed it in a book, like everyone before us.
I won't move if you won't move. I won't move if you won't move.
I stopped making wishes, but I'm still superstitious. So step back on my foot, and don't forget to say good night.
I won't move if you won't move. I won't move if you won't move.
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9. |
Soyuz
04:02
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Nobody throws a goodbye dance quite like you
Glitter gold on the racing stripe of my tuxedo pants
And in your eyelash glue
And the next thing you know I’m walking away from the wreck
My ribcage hurts like heck
The fins are all dripping rocket fuel
To rain on someone’s barbeque
)Here’s another one from our spaceship days… when our pods finally docked
I punched that button I don’t know how many different ways
The doors to the bridge were rusted shut
And what do you know after all that fuss
I’d managed to release the finale balloon
You lifted your hem and with that spiked heel of yours
Brought it down on the moon
You’re a little too Mayflower
You’re no Leonardo on the bridge
I thought I had a little more time
Then came Soyuz
Nobody throws a heroes parade quite like us
Glitter gold falling from my jacket lapels returning to cosmic dust
Streamers winding backward like crepe paper corkscrews
Light from galaxies pulling apart make the shape of a horseshoe
I was a little too Mayflower
A little less Leonardo on the bridge
Either way I’m hitting iceberg or Plymouth
Then came soyuz.
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10. |
Empty Pages
04:17
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outside the world is shaking
but the sky above’s still blue
no force could ever manage
to untangle you
generations, generations
before us
brothers, sisters
exist in you
all the old pages have turned, and now theyre empty, at last
you can do anything that you wanna do
you can start anew
in some foggy dream
someone’s calling out your name
you don’t look back, but it’s all the same
generations, generations,
to come
i wonder, i wonder
if they’ll look like you
but all the old pages have turned, and now theyre empty, at last
you can do anything that you wanna do
you can start anew, you can start anew
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11. |
Open Shades
03:57
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here i come like an avalanche
feeling for the doorknob
i tumble out into the snow
like somebody you love’s dark secrets,
once you know, you know you cant unknow
here i come like im a hundred years late
like gravity lettin me go
like open shades letting in a wedge of light
nothing can stop me now x4
here i come, like a childhood dream
breaking out of this town
kicking up that muddy snow
running past the church marquee,
ive got nothing to say
nothing can stop me now
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New Dog Loveland, Colorado
New Dog is Anar Badalov, publishing guy by day, aging amateur boxer and musician by night. Formerly of the bands Metal
Hearts and Travels. Currently half of Hourloupe (hourloupe.bandcamp.com) & ARANANAR (arananar.bandcamp.com)
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