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Thank You (Intro)
02:28
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I don’t want to see you to slip to a low,
I wish I could say I knew you, long before, before you
Staring at the night and wondering, how long, till it falls down
I don’t want to see you slip to a low
I don’t want to be dishonest when I am alone
I don’t think it makes it easier, not at all
I don’t want to see you slip to a low
I don’t want to see you become unknown
You don’t want to see me become a drone
I just want to say I’m thankful, that you’re here and you know now
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Waiting On The Line
02:22
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Every day just caught in danger, calling out upon a stranger, finding out if reality is true...
And through the ins and outs of waiting, calling out and contemplating, finding out the "reality" of you
Waiting on the line…
And taking all my time…
Turning over,
And cast away
And if it’s not enough for you,
Then it sure ain’t enough for me
You say you always knew
But those lines don’t bleed for me
They deteriorate into history
You say they do
But they follow, they do...
Waiting on the line…
And taking all my time…
Turning over,
And cast away
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Mind Blooming
04:08
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I took that time; I made my mind up, eventually kept promising adequate measures and apart from the rest, I developed a sense of what blooms in your mind yeah those phone calls at five and your soft sleepy eyes that have been known at times, to be disapproving though truthful when your mouths’ not moving
I don’t want to run around the same mistakes, and take a drive to end up in Michigan, float around until till I’m finding out that those eyes have times when they’re warm and they’re welcoming – Run around the same mistakes, just float around - Float around on the same mistakes until you’re just too tired and you cant keep on finding the place where you started out
I cut my eyes out
I set lungs down
I find the time now when I look around
I cut my eyes, my lungs and sides
Delivered a message without raising my breathe
I opened the door and fell through the floorboards
I sorted out frames, images in my memory
to recall those times, as they burn aside, as they're smoldering and they're lacking the feeling.
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When My Heart Bleeds
02:34
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When my heart bleeds I cater to with memories or vines entangling limbs attached to most of my body.
Do they hold on, do I prevent their eventual departing?
Am I the lover, rose-handed chasing tracks down at the station or a duct-taped victim, just looking for solutions?
When my heart thins I cater to with laughs and grins.
Forget the sickly doldrums where Tumbleweeds pass daily in my minds vast prairies.
Without them they know they're whole. Wither bad dreams, now.
Am I so heartless, compared to thoughts discovered in your memories array, and while most are listed, there’s an entire section that remains encrypted.
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Suddenly, you’re back here
From the back of your cigarette, to your basement doorstep
Finally, you’re back here, making your way to all those roads and dead ends
And though you sit, patiently
Open eyed and half asleep
I don’t want to get caught up and I’m left alone, and I don’t want to get down
Well it’s clear to me, that everything…
Finally, you’re back here, making your way to all the things remembered
And though you think, occasionally, that things just might, turn out to be.
I don’t want to get caught up and I’m left alone, and I don’t want to get down.
Well it’s clear to me, that everything spins equally, eternally.
The names that we've taken have always mistaken our own lives.
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Waves
03:14
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The day said to me: You don't know what you'd do without that blanket stare, the one you loved when you were there - though you realize, when the days done... you've gone and run around in it, well it's moving in, you lock your eyes in one position.
And you realize that you’re scared
You wait for an ending say "fuck" to beginnings you wonder…
The time that it takes to pull you away
From the ins and the outs the promises made
You shoulda known, you shoulda stayed
But you don’t care anyway
The walls crumble down
In a shadow of a day
From the words you let in to the ones you’ve relayed
You shoulda known, you shoulda stayed
But you don’t care anyway
You’re vibrant and made of waves
And I just keep wondering
How long until you’re crashing?
The calm passes through, I see somebody walking by, neck angled down, staring eyes now underground.
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Windows Cleaner
03:04
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Irony
03:27
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Irony is a new word for me, it spans out its reach
I could be a line in a song or a parody
I describe my cold dragging nights as my alibi
To attest that I'm not the one that's dragging by
When I get lonely I spend all of my millions, we go to the city walking past civilians who work nine to five jobs and barely get a break but sometimes I pay their mortgage and take them to some tropic islands. We get back by sunset all the wealth distributed, we bury our fortunes and make a toast to poverty and pour one out for all our friends who couldn't be here, we play some records - life has never been much easier.
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Always
06:18
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You took your time and you took mine away
You crossed that line you drew in time from me
Tell me, it’s the only way to live
Just falling through a memory, got to give
But we’re all just perfect people till’ we start throwing stones at heads and necks of friends and close acquaintances.
I know I wont, I can’t give up lightly
Turn to your side; you’ll turn to mine likely
But it’s not enough for you, and I’m calling my conscience a wish that will not come true and if I stay up all night through and endless sleep, I would.
With roles reversed, you heard it first always
But what’s left in time is idolized always
Tell me, it’s the only way to live
Just falling through a memory, got to give
But we’re all just perfect people till’ we start throwing stones at heads and necks of friends and close acquaintances.
I know I can’t I wont go on always
Fall to my side, you’ll fall to mine always
But it’s not enough for you, and I’m calling my conscience a wish that will not come true and if I stay up all night thinking endlessly, I would.
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Buck McGrane Hartford, Connecticut
New full-length coming out eventually...
Hartford, Connecticut
For booking / info: buckmcgrane@gmail.com
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