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At the end of the world
you will be in my arms, and say,
“No one promised us
another day.”
We’re shelter amidst the sounding alarm,
as history finally washes us away.
Because I can’t turn the tide,
and I can’t light the sun,
and I can’t change the minds of those
who don’t know what it means
to care, with no reason to grow old.
As we wait for the dark,
I pray to the light.
Pray that there’s life beyond life.
Once we spoke
about how it might end.
Back then we had hope--
I want to hope again.
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2. |
The Ice Is Cracked
03:33
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Sun sets and the shadows lengthen
and I don’t know if we can stay ahead.
All around us the snow banks crumble;
it’s a miracle we’re not dead.
“Dead!” “Dead!” it’s all I can think of,
the more I love the more I fear.
I’m clutching so gracelessly
at everything that I hold dear.
I’m learning to let go
Take deep breaths
and I’ll fall like snow
into a sleep like I’ve never known.
The ice is cracked from the start,
we’ve got to jump the floes.
Inexorably we’re pulled apart,
but how it ends, everyone knows.
“Disaster!” “Disaster!” it’s all I can think of,
the more I love the more I fear.
I’m clutching so gracelessly
at everything that I hold dear.
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I Had a Dream
02:56
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I had a dream it was OK,
everything was gonna be alright.
My kids were grown and happy,
and I still slept with my beautiful wife.
No one else was crying.
And no one else was dying.
My fears were left lying
in the ashes of the world I knew.
It could all come true,
but it was just a dream.
There are children who still need us,
and voices that haven’t carried.
And if it isn’t hope that feeds us,
then let us live in a world that’s wary.
So no one else is crying.
And no one else is dying.
And I can leave my dread lying
in the ashes of the world I knew.
It could all come true,
but it was just a dream.
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Tied to the Mast
03:40
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Caught in a maelstrom,
just trying to stay calm
you tied yourself to the mast.
Perhaps under a banner
you’d find what you’re after,
someone who’d understand.
I wanted to meet you,
I tried hard to see you,
I just couldn’t draw the plan.
You chose the course,
to hell with my remorse,
I love you as best as I can.
How many truths must I tell
before they come to be fiction?
How many lies can I tell
before I’m betrayed by my diction?
Up from the foam
like Venus you rose,
and, like Venus,
you had secrets to keep.
We built a home
but you’re still so alone
even though you hold me as I sleep.
You wanted to be heard
I caught every third word,
it wasn’t for me to decide.
But when I said there are happy ending,
it wasn’t a lie.
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5. |
The Glow Won't Fade
03:29
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Celestial bodies
obey the dictates of time.
Stars bow to entropy,
so why can’t I?
Adrift in the cosmos,
I struggle with faith.
Does my life have meaning
once I’m erased?
How can I comfort?
How can I save?
How can I burn so bright
that the glow won’t fade?
Try to envision
a quickening black,
the inexorable hole
from which I won’t come back.
When I think of the dead,
they died for nothing at all.
Reminds me of my place
and how I’m so small.
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6. |
Your Sweet Nothings
03:15
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Your sweet nothings
mean everything to me.
And your soft lips make me C-R-A-zy.
So close the door but leave on the light.
’Cause I’ve been waiting
just to see this sight.
Oh, the things we’ll do
when we’re in our room,
and it’s just we two …
If only half come true … that'll do.
“Heaven” is a word I use to describe
the way I feel when I look in your eyes.
So close the door but leave on the light.
‘Cause I’ve been waiting
just to take in this sight.
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A Field of Green
03:21
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There’s a gutter and I can’t climb out.
I’ve got these bad intentions,
gotta see them through to the end.
Lamb to the slaughter, I need a time out.
Catch my breath ... God, please
let me start again.
I might fall in line
but then I’ll lie down
and roll around just like a pig in mud.
There’s no power that I recognize,
that can help me to wash out this blood.
But all I need is a field of green and I’ll know peace.
When I look up I still recognize
the sights and sounds of the world I knew.
And when I realize the only way up
is for me to hold on to you ...
... all I need is a field of green and I’ll know peace.
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8. |
The Script
05:31
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I know this script,
we’ve both read it.
The scene has grown old,
the delivery so cold,
but every line is true.
When you call my name
it doesn’t sound the same;
something is missing.
If everything must change,
we can’t be the same,
why must we be so different?
When you called my name
it didn’t sound the same;
something was missing.
If everything must change,
we can’t be the same,
why must we be so different?
Two years had passed,
I'd forgotten you at last,
so of course I saw you.
The scene had grown old,
the delivery so cold,
but every line was true.
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Which Part's the Dream?
04:42
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Years pass like faded pages,
vague pictures of forgotten ages.
It kills me but I have to face it:
I feel like I just let it all get away.
Which part’s the dream?
I walk along these midnight streets,
talk to myself 'til I’m half asleep.
Come back home and I slide between our sheets ...
... is this part the dream?
Which part’s the dream?
I kiss you all with the sweetest lips,
touch you all with my fingertips
as warm as the sun.
Which part’s the dream?
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The Only Difference
04:37
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The only difference between death and sleep
is that I get to wake up with you,
and I’ll do anything
to keep this dream coming true.
But the world’s a trap that we can’t crack
and it’ll consume us without remorse.
So I keep your hand in mine
as we try to stay the course.
The tide will come and it will carry me out
but it won’t hear me as I plead and shout.
But if you’re with me as it drags me down,
safe in our bed, I won’t make a sound.
The only difference between death and sleep
is that I get to wake up with you,
and I’ll do anything
just to keep this dream coming true.
But the world’s a trap that we can’t crack
and it’ll consume us without remorse.
So I keep your hand in mine
as we try to stay the course.
The tide will come and it will carry me out
but it won’t hear me as I plead and shout.
But if you’re with me as it drags me down,
safe in our bed, I won’t make a sound.
Can you hear me now?
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At the end of the world,
I will be with you
and, together,
we will watch the flames.
I won’t light the match,
I won’t fan the sparks.
No credit, and no blame.
But the plumes will billow,
and we’ll drown in the smoke,
and thought we’re together,
all of us will choke.
There is a clock,
and it tick-tick-ticks,
I can hear it, but I can’t make it stop.
We can hold our breat
until the smoke clears,
but there’s a clock going,
“Tick, tick, tock."
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The Jet Age Washington, D.C.
Washington, DC's the Jet Age are a critically acclaimed power-trio about whom writers say things like, "[T]he Jet Age manages to mix the hyper jangle of the Wedding Present with the cruise-control melodies of Swervedriver and the heaven-scraping majesty of the Who circa 1970" (The Onion) and "a heart-pounding rocker … all of the riffs are stellar." (Pitchfork (8.0)) ... more
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