1. |
Wreathed Youth
04:18
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Youth is wreathed around your head
It's a circular path for the road you tread
and the past lingers around your bed
The present is where your heart is
no home for the self-acclaimed artist
who doesn't know where to end or where to start from
You don't understand your own mind,
though quite convinced you're having a good time
You don't stop to read the signs
It's a boring, dreary campaign for your eyes
Drive away and cast away the night
But don't stop now that you have started
The present and past were never parted
and if you see and hear so smart, it will be
willingly
You don't understand your own mind,
though quite convinced you're having a good time
And you just want to know.
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2. |
Know Now
02:54
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Sitting lonely with my books again
Sitting lonely with my mind
Sitting lonely with my mind
Thinking I don't know much about nothing
Thinking I don't have any time
If you notice, things aren't quite the same
As we thought they'd always be
As we thought they'd always be
There's just something that I can't explain
There's just something I don't see
And I thought it out
Yeah I know now
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And I thought it out
Yeah I know now
Oh oh oh oh oh!
You're alone and you're in Buffalo
You're alone with no one there
You're alone with no one there
And you're thinking that when I get out,
Thinking you can't follow me there
And it's thoughts like this that make my brain
Go in circles like a dog
Go in circles like a dog
Chasing his tail 'round out in the rain,
Chasing his tail 'round in the fog
And I thought it out
Yeah I know now
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And I thought it out
Yeah I know now
Oh oh oh oh oh!
And I thought it out
Yeah I know now
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And I thought it out
Yeah I know now
Oh oh oh oh oh!
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3. |
Ani
03:38
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Give me your hand
and I'll help you understand
my state of mind, which is not too clear
I know in the morning I won't
appreciate preaching things that I don't
even know myself
This all is a little risqué
and I never was raised to act this way
but my soul it sings
It sings, it sings for the beautiful things
to love like queens and dance like kings
just for the night
Give me your hand
and I'll help you understand
my state of mind, which is not too clear
I know in the morning I won't
appreciate preaching things that I don't
even know myself
I don't know
myself
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4. |
The Color Red
02:47
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I am the color red
I should be learning
but I'm yearning instead
You are a deep, deep blue
I can see it when you're lonely
and when all eyes are on you
And I hope
You don't think I'm red for only you
I've done my time
My time is through
That's just the way I am
That's just the way I've always been
I am
The color red
I turn the color red
It's nothing other than
the closeness of our heads
Your proximity is near
I like to think I know you best
when we are lying here
And I hope
You don't think I'm red for only you
I've done my time
My time is through
That's just the way I am
That's just the way I've always been
I am
The color red
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5. |
Waiting
04:38
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Lately everybody's got their shit together
They walk with one foot in front of the other
and stroll through their day to day
with no need to be covered
And me, I just stumble 'round
like my ankles are broken
and I can't make up the change for
a subway token
'Cause my brain picks itself apart
'til my eyes feel like crying and I
live in fear of my father dying
You sleep comfortably
under stars of your cozy god
and I lie here waiting
You'll get in your car and you'll drive to church,
tune in and out, and they'll give you your homework
You'll see how many rules you can absorb
without asking why
And I'm asking why? What's the cost?
Will it bring us any closer?
And what's the harm in
simply saying, "No sir"
'Cause my brain picks itself apart
'til my eyes feel like crying and I
live in fear of my father dying
You sleep comfortably
under stars of your cozy god
and I lie here waiting
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6. |
Since I've Been Free
02:31
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Sitting alone in my bedroom
and I don't think that I'll be seeing you soon
I'm taking up empty time and space
and I don't know when I'll be seeing your face
All this time that's taken from me
It's been so long since I've been free
TImes have come and times have gone
I've seen you laughing while you've had your fun
I played spectator, that lonely road
the only one I've ever come to know
All this time that's taken from me
It's been so long since I've been free
All this time that's taken from me
It's been so long since I've been free
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7. |
Wolf
03:39
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Well,
cats are out for blood
They're
meowing down the street
They're
knocking over trash cans
and looking to eat
My eyes twitch
I'm
homesick on my heap
Been in a rush of roaring hush
and I can't get to sleep
Seems like all the stars come out in June
I want to cry like a wolf howls at the moon
Well,
I'm on my own now,
Walk in cool long strides
And nevermind the creeping chill
that's creeping up my spine
I see a doe creep out
from behind the pine
Stop my tracks, and she looks back
Her eyes look just like mine
Seems like all the stars come out in June
I want to cry like a wolf howls at the moon
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8. |
Tremblin'
03:11
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Got another twinge in my knee
Reminds me of something that I did to you
Something that I did that you forbid
and I still think about, it's true
And every time I think about it, I tremble
Just last night, you said that you wanted what I wanted
and you think you know for sure
And yeah, I guess I wanted the exact same thing once,
I don't want it anymore
And every time I think about it, I tremble
And this knowledge is a burden at best,
but we've all got to bear it so we can lay it to rest
Oh, and I know that we're never coming home
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9. |
Red Like Me
03:06
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I remember who you were
and I was just the same:
bored of love and tired
'til we'd ignite another flame
And then we fell into each other;
we set ourselves on fire
until we set us to the side
and fall forward with desire
The girl, she should know
if we've got the same mother
She must have taught her, too,
Women don't do this to each other
And now
I see
that you
are red
like me
I've got both eyes open now
and she don't even know
the paths we paved with patience
and the lengths to which I'd go
Don't let your hand wander far
I know I'm far away
Just think of how warm we were
in the cold water that day
The girl, she should know
if we've got the same mother
She must have taught her, too,
Women don't do this to each other
And now
I see
that you
are red
like me
And now
I see
that you
are red
like me
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10. |
Know You Well
04:03
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Sit in my apartment
is what I do most days
Now I sit here, listening to your song
and I was sittin' amazed
And I told you I can't get with
all the shit they sell
Told you I don't know much
What I know, I know so well
and I know you well
And I know it's hard to deal with
someone as unsure as me
But leaving the poets to a fall
Not playing the game at all
'Cause I gave up on my country
and its wretched history
I gave up on my God and his improbability
I know that kids get lied to
oh, every day
I told you I don't know much
What I know, I know so well
and I know you well
Sit in my apartment
is what I do most days
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11. |
Laying Down
03:44
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Now I don't think that I've been wicked
But I started to feel sick
It happens more than I would like to think
Drop all your things, your merriment,
Your bird that sings, sacred remnants,
For you I could do easily the same
Oh how I wish to take your hand
And fall down in the grass
And it'd be growing all around us,
Letting many seasons pass
Let everyone we know grow old and
Let my tattered t-shirt fold
Laying down
Laying down
Laying down forever
At night I start to get suspicious
Scratch and pick at all my stitches
The moon becomes a hole up in the sky
That's when my ugly patches grow
Along my skin, I want to know
That you are having such a lousy time
Oh how I wish to take your hand
And fall down in the grass
And it'd be growing all around us,
Letting many seasons pass
Let everyone we know grow old and
Let my tattered t-shirt fold
Laying down
Laying down
Laying down forever
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12. |
Home
03:29
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I know we've had our troubles before
but I think we've got another
and I think our love is getting tangled up
on the way to reach each other
But when I go to you or you come to me
wouldn't you think it all dissolves?
But I find myself in another case
of something I can't resolve
Why don't we go home?
I'll be pleasant, I'll be sweet
Why don't we go home?
And you can fill the passenger seat
Why don't we go home?
Why don't we go home?
Why don't we go home?
I know that you've begun to change
and I think that I have too
But I think I'm going back to me and
you are on the move
Honey, come over here and let's not be so
timid and reserved
'cause maybe it's best just to let it go,
forget what we have learned
Why don't we go home?
I'll be pleasant, I'll be sweet
Why don't we go home?
And you can fill the passenger seat
Why don't we go home?
Why don't we go home?
Why don't we go home?
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Monoculture Ithaca, New York
Jill McCracken and Mike Heubusch have been a musical team since Monoculture was an acoustic duo in 2008. Since then, Monoculture has taken many forms, involving rotating drummers, bassists, keyboardists and even a cellist. These days, the band is Jill and Mike on guitar and vocals, Nate Nicholson on the bass and Phil Shay on drums, shaking out some melodic indie rock hits. ... more
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