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Sewn

by Hanging Hills

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1.
Tides 05:43
Well on this loom of life, I spin fibers in strife For I know one day my textile will be torn But not to try a task for fear that it won't last Is to lead a shadowed life, unborn and forlorn You're a stranger now I know I've been running down the road Alone, looking for to find a home And I think about how you went away And how my life stayed, it just remained So mundane, and yours probably changed for the better Now I'm walking through this rain There's a storm in my head, it's a hurricane But I've got love to give and get And I've got time to reverse regret And I'm looking east at dawn at the sun coming on And soon it'll shine and gleam on my face so strong Well on this ship of love that I am a captain of It will not go without prevailing winds And if that ship don't go, for those winds they do not blow I guess we'll have to set sail for separate seas Sincere enough, I know But the water stung my eyes We'll let the lunar-pull control our tides And I'll think about how you sailed away And how my life stayed, I just remained So mundane, and you probably changed for the better Now I'm walking through this rain There's a storm in my head, it's a hurricane But I've got love to give and get And I've got time to reverse regret And I'm looking west at dusk at the sun go down And soon night will fall but tomorrow the light will be back around
2.
Highway 206 04:48
Roads that we will miss, we'll drive down highway 206 Back to our homes Lonely roads ahead, our dreams will fly above our heads Now as we go Missed the turn, no reason, Drive through the Garden State in springtime I don't have a reason not to Drive through the Garden State in springtime season North to south we're driving down, We'll drive through farms to Princetown to the city When it truly seems like we will never find our dreams, find 206 When it truly seems like we will never find our dreams again It's been so long since I heard you call to me Don't forgotten voices bring forgotten memories? It took the whole time spent to realize That everything I needed all along, I had there all the time But if nothing seems to stick, with you, with me Roads take us to 206, get your fix If nothing seems to go your way And you miss that exit sign Take 206 to that God forsaken city where you live The City of Brotherly Love don't care Hope to see you when I get there Hope to see you soon If this damn place won't let you dream Then nothing ever will
3.
There's a dead weight on your shoulders And it brings you down There's a stone tied right around your neck Dragging you to the ground There's a mask you wear from an old county fair That reminds me of childhood dreams The ones fixed in our heads True and real in a sense But they're sewn in with ragged-loose seams So cut out, cut it down That shade don't know the light it's found It's the sun that measures The shadows you see There's a sweet taste under your tongue Yeah, it's wine from bitter distress And the sharp bite could spoil the man When he drinks from his press There are days you swear it feels just like the year That you broke your wrist in the dark You said never again would you ever stay grim Yeah, the bone-splitting broke you apart So cull a thought, change your mind Your words could fix the trouble entwined Is it best to just let those sleeping dogs die?
4.
Vanitas 04:46
I do so much, I do so much thinking to myself I organize the hesitations on my shelf And very soon they'll all be out of line again But it's all right, courage is an arbitrary word, my friend Each man is an author, and a reader in the same Of a meta novel, forming chapters in his brain The railroad tracks, two slabs of steel run parallel And fleet toward the sun, to the horizon and down to Hell False perspective on the picture plane of a mundane life Trompe l'oeil gets you, it's nothing more than a trick of the eye A memento mori, smoke billows but the flame went out (Thanks for the reminder) Clocks in the background, there's nothing more to talk about Our time has run out Each man is an actor, and a stagehand of his own A propped up presence, living in a cardboard home In the evening when dusk comes rambling, rolling in And voices whisper, at bedsides the vespers ring Out to what power? I don't really care to know Prosed existence, the universe is a dark show
5.
Prufrock 04:41
Pick your poison, baby, let me buy you a drink We can sip while we watch the bon vivant's ship sink I think his party is over, I think we let the bad guy win No double dose of Prozac now could stop these waters flooding in The epoch changes, every time It shifts we over-idealize the paradise paradigm Another chapter of disappointment added to the history-line No absurd amount of whiteout now could change The canon of the fear of a boring time And if you wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled You'll avoid the grime and sewage the city streets hold But you could lose the sentiment of growing old With someone If that's the price we pay for this glow Then welcome to the sham show And I'm wondering if those women still come and go Talking of Michelangelo? They're reading the Bhagavad Gita on the Upper West Side On their way to hot yoga, drinking cinnamon chai Even Arjuna can't lead you through the war inside your mind No double dose of Shiva now could destroy me faster than you tried They're eating New York style pizza on the streets of Bombay Upside of colonization, I guess it goes both ways If your inner army is feeling thirsty you can have yourself an IPA No double shots of whisky now could ever cure these down damned ways But if you wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled You'll avoid the grime and the sewage the city streets hold But you could lose the sentiment of growing old With someone If that's the price I pay for this glow Then welcome to the shit show And I'm wondering if those women still come and go Talking of Michelangelo? I think it's all a gradation of different shades of malaise And if I'm just part of the clamor, I'll be counting my days

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released February 2, 2016

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