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Someone Who Knows You
03:39
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Talk to me, baby
Why do you sigh?
You hope for too much
It’s only life
Stay for a while
And we’ll burn out in style
You’re not one who can achieve more
I’ll know you’ll be back
It’s like every time before
It seems alright until you’re alone
I know what you think of when you’re walking home
You’re an imposter, I’m someone who knows you
But don’t worry baby, I’ll never expose you
Smile, baby
Like a fool condemned
I know that it strains
I like when you pretend
I’ll hold you close
Till your seams start to show
The fault lines of the abused
It’s only right
We’re made to be used
It seems alright until you’re alone
I know what you think of when you’re walking home
You’re an imposter, I’m someone who knows you
But don’t worry baby, I’ll never expose you
I hear the word "baby"
With a particular tone
Like a strange phone call
From inside the home
And I can't trust my mind these days
Don't know what is real
Did you say all those things
Or is that just the way it feels
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2. |
Riddles
05:30
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In Anatolia there walked a Riddle Man
Who carried the dirt of the road in his beard
He spoke only in proverbs, guiding the people as they grew
It’s strange to think of now, how little he knew
He still watches from the outcrop
But he can’t explain the landscape anymore
We feel his gaze upon us in our ruptured neighborhoods
Daring us to live alone, I wish I could
When horror comes close
We want to hold something closer
Surely there must be answers somewhere
So I’ll page through his books
Knowing what’s beyond these walls
Still his riddles can’t explain at all
The Riddle Man is out there preaching to the crowd
Intoxicated on enemies
They’re drowning in his words and he’s stirring the drink
New lies come up for air while the last ones sink
Part of me’s inside, held captive by his tomes
Looking still for freedom in the pages
Now I hear his voice has changed again, discomfort on the throne
He takes a shaky step from the microphone
When horror comes close
We want to hold something closer
Surely there must be answers somewhere
So he’ll page through his books
For a way to flee the fall
Still his riddles won’t explain at all
Tomorrow the Riddle Man goes to the war
He’ll leave behind his crumbling library
He’ll be fighting for a world so stark
Facing all the question marks
While history writes him into its books
Just to purse its lips at how the tragedy looks
But when I search for that pitiless gaze
I can’t find where it starts
The broken are many, the whole are few
So we’ll cry our own tears
Bury the meaning in the ground
Survive to watch the trauma trickle down
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3. |
Morning Period
04:13
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We were two in one chair
Alone in the evening
The light was soft
Our bodies were still
We were watching a film
A classic, my favorite
Then I started weeping
So crazy, again
I couldn’t explain
I avoided his gaze
But then I felt him tremble
He was crying, too
A kiss to share
The way that it feels
I’ll never be alone
Cause someone else knows
Waking up is the hardest thing
After feeling what I never knew
There was a time of tenderness
When did I lose you
These days I dream of a place
Where you accept the self that I lay bare
Each night it happens, it’s true
I am transported somewhere
Each morning I wake up and hope
That the next time I’ll stay there
Yes, I dreamed of you last night
This morning I’m crying
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4. |
The Protestor
03:37
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I spoke against you once
You dragged me to the street
Broke my camera took my things
And ripped through my will with your fist
This is me speaking
I spoke against you twice
You imprisoned me for anguished nights
The purpose of my time denied
And I came out smaller on the other side
This is me speaking
I spoke against you thrice
You took all the ones I love
Two hands to bind were not enough
And I cried and cried in vain
Hoping that my body would drain
Emptiness could keep me sane
And though the world could have no doubt
You pointed, said “here’s the one with the mouth”
On the ground I coughed out a broken shout
“I’ll speak till the physics of sound give out”
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5. |
Recollections
03:25
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It happened in another land
Full of sorrow and goodwill
I’ve been told it’s far away
But I can see it still
They took me in and held my hand
As though I were their own
I hoped that with their guidance
I could become fully grown
I treaded the same route every day
Bore a drifter’s load
I watched the grinding of my boots
Cause soil to erode
I pictured great philosophers
To see myself among
But pilgrimages fill this road
Mine’s just another one
I wandered through a town where
Cigarettes emit smokescreens
Where young men learn to stare
But unlearn how to see
They sang with such conviction
That one couldn’t play along
And those were the times
I remembered I didn’t belong
A podium stood waiting
Opportunity distilled
I raised my voice, said, "Listen here
So long as it’s your will"
The air was full of whispering
And conversation strains
But in the back my eyes met
A sympathetic gaze
A captain with provisions
Fears no mutiny
I fear the day they reach
To find that my arms are empty
But I'll try not to mind
When this affair goes bad
Why should I mourn the loss
Of things I never had
Orbiting my head
Recollections take their turn
I clutch the searing images
So I can feel the burn
One day I'll revisit there
To see these tales end
But it will never feel
The way it did back then
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6. |
[bonus track]
00:45
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