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Not You
03:19
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Familiar voices, ringing laughter in my ears to break my falls
Had no idea that what you were about to say would break us all
A lifetime's distances caught in my throat
You lost your voice but I hope you heard mine
Your eyes went wide when I walked in the room
It was a final sign
Your stories always left us on the floor and picked us up
The book is closed now, those stories buried down in November dark
And then I cried out for the first time
about all those times we'll never have
It still feels like your life is somewhere close
but falling through our hands
Don't leave yet
We're not through
What lies there
It's not you.
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Astray's nothing new to me
Even in the sun, I've a winter heart
The stupid beat of it, never thaws me out
But it keeps me around
And no, it's not some season I can ever change
Even when the winter's through
I'll still hold back everything
Because I'm cold even in the warmest place,
It gets a hold of me, never lets me go
Strange, that I still feel out of place
It's a homelessness that never goes away
Even when I'm home
Suspended animation
I don't want to start what I can't undo
The stupid weight of it
always breaks me down
but it gets me through
I try and resist the urge to enumerate my faults
I'm well aware of just how dumb it is to fight everything and all
When I'm pretty sure I know what's in my head
I don't know what's in my heart
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3. |
Sure Thing
02:55
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I was always first to say the coast ain’t clear;
was it even there?
I’d say that we’re lost but that would mean that there’s
something to find somewhere
We’re holding on to nothing now
and there’s no sitting this one out
I’d rather grasp at straws than be the benefit of your doubt
Hey you, waitin’ on a sure thing
Think you’ll probably wait awhile
It takes a real live heart to take these beatings
But you’d never know what that’s like.
There might be a map but there ain’t no edge
to keep us aligned
If we can’t go on, then we’ll go straight ahead
maybe I’ll meet you there
Every night some star burns out,
yet the sky it never falls
I’d rather leave it all behind than leave nothing at all
Lives lived like ashes in the street
Dead embers scattered, incomplete
I might ask you one day real sweet,
please waste your last cigarette on me.
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Hit the Swim Edmonton, Alberta
Hit the Swim is the pseudonym of Regina-born, Edmonton-based songwriter Jared McGeough.
Trying to find the (un)happy medium between power and pop.
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