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November I
02:55
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And we live on while you leave
And summer days won't be the same
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2. |
Believe
06:07
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I do believe,
that all I ever said was but the truth.
And I know you want,
to lay the cards all on the table,
show me how we view our worth.
I do believe,
that you and I could stand taller than the sun.
I do believe,
that you and I can beat forever,
twisted tongues and open wounds.
You can't see through,
clouds that cover my face from the sun.
And I need your love,
to help break what stays unbroken,
get me out of my own mind.
I do believe,
that you and I could stand taller than the sun.
I do believe,
that you and I can beat forever,
twisted tongues and open wounds.
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3. |
Sleep With The Light On
03:31
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Sleep, sleep...
Sleep with the light on.
Cause there's no one outside,
and there's no one to call the coast,
if the creatures inside,
try to make a move for you now.
Sleep with the light on.
Yeah, your sister's alright.
But she's trying to play it off.
But there's something in her eyes,
telling you to keep her close.
Sleep with the light on.
Cause there's no outside, and no one to call the coast,
if creatures inside try to make a move for you now.
Sister's alright but she's trying to play it off.
Something in her eyes telling you that it's all wrong.
Sleep with the light on.
Oh, if you could only know.
Your world is turning upside down.
Sleep with the light on
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4. |
Close To My Chest
05:02
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I keep my cards close to my chest.
I once tried to speak, but lost what I'd mean.
The weight of us both could bury us down deep.
So I keep my cards where you can't reach.
I keep my eyes down in the dirt.
To look at the stars through all the earth.
The weight of us both, is it too much for me?
Can I keep my eyes where you can see?
I keep my heart...
I keep my cards close to my chest.
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5. |
Colored Smoke
03:55
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I've been going down the wrong track,
for a long, long time.
It's been creeping up behind me,
for a million miles.
You know it was never easy,
watching all of them die.
I've been going down the same track,
for a million lives.
All those damn mistakes I made,
left me lying on the floor.
Was it just colored smoke?
I've been picking at the same wounds,
since I left your side.
I've been searching for redemption,
that I just can't find.
You know it was never easy,
watching all of them die.
I've been going down this same damn track,
nearly all of my life.
All those damn mistakes I made,
left me lying on the floor.
Was it just colored smoke?
Open lies, castles in the sand,
black veils, tragic romance,
was it just colored smoke?
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6. |
November II
05:26
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I went down the way,
past the streets where you and I were named.
And I tried to make amends,
for all the things I said inside my head.
Things were so much simpler then...
When all our dreams were down the road.
In a simple time, not far from home.
I don't know why, we always say goodbye.
I guess you thought it was time.
You had November on the mind.
Eyes cast along the bay,
outside the doors of where we'd stay.
Alone in a darkened room,
the hours pass on by without refrain.
Was there nothing more that we could say.
When all our dreams were down the road.
In a simple time, not far from home.
I don't know why, we'll always say goodbye.
I guess we thought it was time.
We had November on the mind.
When all our dreams were down the road.
In a simple time, not far from home.
I don't know why, we'll always say goodbye.
I guess we thought it was time.
We had November on the mind.
(Don't you say a word.
Point of pride, I guess)
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7. |
Peace Of Mind
04:36
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You got the world,
falling off your brittle shoulders.
All this time, lost, behind.
What can be done? What can be done?
And all you say,
it echoes through me.
And all you say,
becomes the new day.
Peace of mind
Throw the world off your shoulders,
put your head in the clouds.
Peace of mind
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8. |
Mountain
10:18
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I.
Well I sowed up my wounds,
and told myself it'd be fine.
That the world down below was no longer,
worth my time.
But the pain that it caused,
and the words that could never form.
I folded my plans inside myself,
and looked on.
I packed all my bags,
and threw them against the wall.
I painted the rooms all white,
to show that I'd gone.
I came to the gate,
and looked on up towards the sky.
In front was the mountain standing...
standing so high...
II.
As I climbed the mountain high,
all that I could recognize,
were tiny silhouettes of life,
that always seemed to pass me by.
III.
And atop the summit I saw you standing there.
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9. |
The Watchman's Call
04:24
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Do my bones ache?
Is my skin tired?
Can they hold my weight,
with the world bearing down?
Has the time come?
Or has it all gone?
Am I holding up,
what should be my last?
Do my bones ache?
Is my skin tired?
Can they support my weight,
as I climb beneath the seas?
Are my hands weak?
Is my breath slow?
Will you recall my face,
with its aged lines and creaks?
Is there more for me?
Or has it all been seen?
Cause when the watchman calls,
he will pull me off my feet.
Will I stand high,
as I fall below?
And will he guide me out,
to the summit where you'll be?
Do my bones ache?
Yeah, my bones ache.
And my breath does slow.
And so the watchman calls,
from the summit where you'll be...alone...
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Isaac John Minnesota
Isaac John is musician from St. Paul, MN. His most recent album, Reluctant Gods, pulls from dream pop, post-rock, and singer-songwriter styles to craft a sound all his own.
Isaac John recommends:
Prom-Prom
by Eternal Playback Sustained
Isaac's industrial-metal band from college. Featuring guitar from Zach Hansen and bass from Sam Sneve.
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Love is a Sea
by Once More, Autumn
Well written singer-songwriter music with elements of ambient and electronica.
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Ambience Volume III
by Underneath Oceans
Isaac's ambient/drone side-project.
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