1. |
Hang Glider
03:36
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Faithless can you hear me breathing
And screaming all on the fall
These tales remind me of this riddled place
In time it will show its face
Falling down on the prowl
Certain things I still have not found
On a forgotten conquest
In time, I’ll try my best
I’m feeling fine today
And there’s no way
You’re going to make it change
My words are a little soft spoken
But I can’t tell if it’s you or me
Faithless can you hear me screaming
And reeling all on the fall
And would you believe this?
A waterfall of no regrets
Falling down on the prowl
Certain things I still have not found
On a forgotten conquest
In time, I’ll try my best
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2. |
Jumping Ship
02:52
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It’s all you’ve ever wanted,
Never could reach.
You’re just too far away,
Too close to the beach
Grab that hull on the portside
Through the water, you might breach
You stand on the edge like a man
Whose got nothing left to lose
A man, a man
You’ve done it now
Not too deep,
At least you made it off the bow
It’s all you’ve ever wanted
Now it’s in your hand
The rum-soaked raft of wonder
Floated towards you unmanned.
You look up content, unrestrained
Nothing left to say
Peer your head back down
And now it’s gone away
You stare the edge like a man,
A man that’s just been used
Oh man, oh man
Have you done it now?
You took that dive,
I guess you didn’t make it off the bow
You did your best
Not everyone gets lucky every time
But you thought today that you would,
“This time it is mine”
You’re jumping ship (you’re jumping ship)
You’re jumping ship (you’re jumping ship)
You’re jumping ship (you’re jumping ship)
You’re jumping ship (you’re jumping ship)
But
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
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3. |
It'll Roll
04:16
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Behind these fertile gazes
I think in frames
When I come up speechless
I think your name
While my eyes grow dreary
I like to think of up above
With all these faded expressions
It never seems to be enough
I can hear you calling
Just let me go, let me out of here
All I can say
Is I hope you find your dreams
To be as bright as the day
So run me over and tell ‘em
Tell them all how I faired
Teach ‘em all good rhythm
See just how they care
Wrapped in a collision
Look just how we did
And if I’m a sinner
You better teach me how to sin
I can hear you calling
Just let me go, let me out of here
All I can say
Is I hope you find your dreams
To be as bright as the day
I can hear you falling
Just take me back, take me back from fear
I wish it all the same
Just to let you know
That I’m the one to blame
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4. |
High Tide
03:54
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Right on the outside
Find yourself a humble sail
Fall right over gently
Fall right over into its winds
The sun will let you know
If you make it through today
And I know, and I know
I can find you on the open seas
I’m so cold
Can you feel it?
I’ve been tempered by the seasons
Oh, my weight
Can you heal it?
Out on the ocean
Find yourself an open tide
The water shimmering
The wind taking you
Out through the waves
The moment now has found you
And I wish you the best of days
And I know, and I know
I can find you on the open seas
I’m so cold
Can you feel it?
I’ve been tempered by the seasons
Oh, my weight
Can you heal it?
Don’t you know it’s the whispers?
Don’t you know, they scream timber
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5. |
Wayside
03:35
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Bag on her lap
Face in the ground
Devil’s grasp on the leather,
Must be from out-of-town
Three flank her vision
Nerves press hard
She feels the spike in her bones rushing
Down the back she faces to the car.
Peers with her eyes,
But never looks with her head
There’s nothing here to be afraid of
Doesn’t matter, she’ll be running far
Take a walk on the wayside
And you’ll find
You don’t mean nothing here
Do away with corruptions in your mind
It’s the lies you make that spread the fear
You’d better watch your words
Or the talking heads
Will come back just to bite you
Y’know they’d love to
Sign in his lap
What a poor, poor man
His heavy head
On woven steel it lays
His cardboard heart
With black blood it said
“I’m begging for something,
Help me survive just one more day”
Sitting and begging
Begging all alone
Losing his patience,
He’s done and whipping out his phone
Take a walk on the wayside
And you’ll find
You don’t mean nothing here
Do away with corruptions in your mind
It’s the lies you make that spread the fear
You’d better watch your words
Or the talking heads
Will come back just to bite you
Y’know they’d love to
Take a walk on the wayside
And you’ll find
You don’t mean nothing here
Do away with corruptions in your mind
It’s the lies you make that spread the fear
You’d better watch your words
Or the talking heads
Will come back just to bite you
Y’know they’d love to
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6. |
Follow Me
04:44
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Follow me
And I’ll show you
Just where you want to go
Just where the ground is hollow
And I find myself, at the bottoms of your feet
Trying to find
Relief…
That I haven’t found
In the darkest depths of winter
And it’s so much
To bear
When I find the time
I try to treat myself all right
Just to keep you of sight
And I wish, the waters would come and take me
Carry me away
Oh, set me free
Eventually…
In the darkest depths of winter
And it’s so much
To bear
You will find me
Somewhere on the ground
And I’ll say
Are you ready?
For the next go around…
Well have you found it?
In the darkest depths of winter
Well have you found?
What you’re looking for
Oh you poor simple boy
It’s so much
To bear
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7. |
Rams
03:16
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Falling through my own bed
What a thing
I would not regret
If I ran past the shore
What a thing
I would not ignore
With all of these timeless frames
What a thing
I would lay claim
All these ribbons tied in knots
What a thing
I would have thought
Like the breeze grows colder
I think I’m growing older
Oh, how the time it flies when you’re
Trying to catch a ride
Falling through my own bed
What a thing
I would not regret
All these rams they come like waves
To the shore
I remain afraid
Dust me off into a plane
With my dreams
I will remain
If I ran past the shore
What a thing
I would not ignore
Like the breeze grows colder
I think I’m growing older
Oh, how the time it flies when you’re
Trying to catch a ride
And I’ll catch the storm
And I’ll catch the storm
And I’ll catch the storm
As the breeze
It’ll blow me away…
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8. |
Hide Away
04:49
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These branches detach to something farther away,
Than the greatest match they say
Been put on this world for your entertainment,
Why I get up and out, someone explain it
Oh please sit down a while. I’ll flash before your eyes. You think this is easy?
Someone told me long ago,
“Hide away before you know”
Before you know
The inner workings of your mind are not ones that I
Am inclined to fathom
The sky is one of few,
A transcendently fabricated view
Enter scene, fade to black,
No point in dwelling on the past.
No point in looking back
Someone told me long ago,
“Hide away before you know”
Before you know
Hide away…
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9. |
Silver Spoon Child
04:16
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Mama beat me with her words today
Can’t ever outrun my past ways
But mama, mama
One day I’m gonna fly, fly, fly, fly away
Cause I’m more than just an answer on a page,
I’m a growing man, and I gonna make it through
Or so I tell myself as I stay in my cardboard room
Wallowing in a pool of retched thoughts
And bad dreams. They consume me
Till I’ve had enough,
Gotta lift myself up off the ground
It ain’t my fault won’t work this time
Cause there ain’t a thing in life that’s gonna come easy
There ain’t a thing in life that’s gonna come free
Leave your silver spoon upon the kitchen table
You’ve gotta work just to make end’s meet
I’m leaving mama
One day after tomorrow
I hope you’ll miss me dearly
God knows you deserve the misery
I won’t be coming around to see you
No, no, I gotta tough it out on my own
Cause there ain’t a thing in life that’s gonna come easy
There ain’t a thing in life that’s gonna come free
Leave your silver spoon upon the kitchen table
You’ve gotta work just to make end’s meet
Mama beat me with her words today
Can’t ever outrun my past ways
But mama, mama
One day I’m gonna fly, fly, fly, fly away
Cause there ain’t a thing in life that’s gonna come easy
There ain’t a thing in life that’s gonna come free
Leave your silver spoon upon the kitchen table
You’ve gotta work just to make end’s meet
The days run fast, the weeks feel long…
I wait for the day that you’ll be gone…
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10. |
Around The Sun
05:16
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Find me
The greatest pearl in the world
In the depths of the ocean
I want to see it swirl
When we come up
I want to see it shine
In the fires of time…
And we’ll watch the world go down
The lives of our children spinning
Around the sun
Time passes me, so incredibly
As I find myself
At the foot of a landslide
And
We’ll fall and we’ll fall and
We’ll fall
Off the edge
Into a hollow
To wait for an end
Tomorrow will come
And it will go
But we’ll never know…
And we’ll watch the world go down
The lives of our children spinning
Around the sun
Time passes me, so incredibly
As I find myself
At the foot of a landslide
It’s never enough
No matter how it is
Time after time it’s
Graver than, graver than grim
Seen it all before
You gotta let me in
Time after time it’s
Graver than, graver than grim
Seen it all before
You gotta let me in
We’re gonna blow
We’re gonna blow…
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The Flying Mighty Washington, D.C.
Brendan Casey - Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Noah Elkind - Bass, Vocals
Finbar Cohan - Lead Guitar
Lewis Andrews - Drums
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