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Rear View Mirror
02:08
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you remind me of the rear view mirror i lost last year; the past is closer than it may appear.
is that why you're here?
'or did i ever go away?' is that what you want me to say?
you're like a selfish little kid, he just thinks everything is his.
and when that's your point of view, that's you.
this is the kind of place where people scream but don't say anything,
as if the toll it takes to say what you mean isn't worth whispering.
so do you want to hear me shout, is that what this is all about?
you're someone's anxious, shaking voice.
it isn't like i have the choice if this is what you see when you look at me.
you remind me of the rising sun; my work is never done.
i'm always getting smart or playing dumb.
you aren't the only one.
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Household Maintenance
02:34
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i don't know who it is you're hoping to see feeding you all your lines while you rehearse the scene.
every couple weeks the roof keeps leaking down.
every couple weeks you fall asleep to the sound.
there's no more bruises left to wake you up at night and no more dreams that seem to sweep into your life,
but every couple days the rain comes through the door,
so every couple days you say you're looking for all those old souls that call you home,
and how they all hold on and won't let you go.
they've come to shake you from the place you think you are.
they're only waiting for this house to fall apart.
i don't know who it is you're hoping to see coming around the corner, in line right behind me.
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The Wind
02:58
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i know that i can't be sure of anything despite the trying-hard and change it brings,
the close quarters and support. i know i can't be sure.
i don't think i'll ever feel the same again despite my eyes, my hands,
my thicker skin and how familiar the fake. i don't think i'll ever feel the same.
but if they keep asking me to leave, these early morning sun-in-empty-room feelings,
then i'll keep clearing us a path.
we are leaving and we're never coming back.
i don't think i'll ever miss the restless winds despite the fire inside to burn the bridge.
you know your memory so well, but i don't think i'll ever miss the wind.
i don't think the wind will ever tell.
and if they keep asking me to leave, these early morning-sun-in-empty-room feelings,
then i'll keep clearing us a path.
we are leaving and we're never coming back.
i know that i can't be sure of anything.
i know it's as worthless working toward disease as working toward a cure.
i know i can't be sure.
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A Scheme
03:04
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okay, so, it's a scheme. but i just can't plan everything.
now, don't think i won't try.
in fact, i'm warning you i might like i'm footsteps in the night and everybody else has gone away.
alright, it's getting good just like everyone knew it would.
if i didn't hear it then what makes you think i'm listening like you're raindrops on the tin when everybody else has gone away.
if being honest is the realest thing, then i'm the realest thing.
can you feel this thing?
it's not the hardest part, revealing things. the heart keeps feeling things.
it's hard to believe me.
alright. it's in the bag and everybody's kicking back. i've the best seat in the house.
everything this is all about keeps bleeding from my mouth until everybody else has gone away.
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All These Empty Cups
03:23
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no i don't only call you when i'm depressed or when
i need a hand to help me sort out my own mess but,
if you're occupied, i got all the time. in case you find something to say.
while i may play the fool, you break all the rules.
no, i know you're not to blame.
here we are. you and me and all these hands, all these empty cups,
a length of string, a line in the sand.
whatever we may do, you'll only hear the truth.
and they can't take that away.
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your silence is a sign that you're already gone and,
i've been listening for it all night long.
i'll be waiting here for you, whatever rain decides to fall.
by the time you get here we'll forget it all.
do you ever wonder if it's real, this secret feeling that you feel?
do you ever want to spoil the truth?
i never tire of lies from you.
you're thorough in your speech but something vague lives in you eyes.
i think it's keeping all your needs inside.
i always hear you in the years but only see you in the dark.
do you ever miss me when we aren't apart, or
do you ever wonder if it's real, this secret feeling that you feel?
do you ever want to spoil the truth?
i never tire of lies from you, i keep a memory of them,
hold all my loose-end promises and hope to be asleep before the new morning.
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Satisfaction Song
02:01
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well you all go away, leave me by myself, some days so
i've been sitting here, counting days, subtracting years.
that's just me and my fears, me in my home.
are you by yourself? 'cause i'm all alone.
and i don't think you can complain.
then we all disappear. pay the bills, then leave them here.
you've got yourself to blame if you don't like how things have changed or stayed the same,
or come and gone, how you used to feel, or have felt all along. come on.
i don't think you can complain.
i don't mean to seem resigned, but i know i can't make up your mind.
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Losing Focus
02:51
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we all spend some time losing focus.
sometimes we don't know what it means to help someone see.
now i think that my truth is broken.
and it's my own so i can't tell you anything you truly can believe.
i know you're the only one who can see that you meet your own demands.
we built these walls for solving problems.
they're standing tall while we're all living here inside.
that's how we all survive.
but lately we've been windows open, back doors broken,
showing the wind into the room so we can make things move.
i know you're the only one who can see that you meet your own demands.
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Traveler's Guide
03:29
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we can't be certain if you're coming back, can't stand another heart attack.
if you're on fire or can't be inspired, if you're just cutting me some slack,
then you're an honest voice.
it is not your choice but some feeling in your mind. and it's with you all the time.
we are noticeably, or almost, becoming something you can't throw away.
if i'm a liar, i'm some kind of fighter, i'm a handful of things to say,
then that's your honest voice and it isn't my choice.
it's just some feeling in my mind. and it's with me half the time.
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lucas britton Los Angeles, California
music for sharing and/or dancing
email me:
lucasilso@yahoo.com
lucas britton recommends:
when i grow up
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the honest work of a good pal i knew once
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songs for suburban teenagers vol. 2
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outstanding and inspiring music for running away from your enemies
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Forget About It
by Horse Movies
the reason my discography jumps from 2015 to 2018 and also probably the coolest thing i'll ever think i did
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