1. |
Stuck in this State
03:18
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I’m in a state of confusion
A perfect oasis, illusion
The kind that gives you your wings
I’ve found a million excuses
In the attic that loosens
The tongues of the truth out of boxes that sing
Oh the songs that they sing
'Cause I still am stuck in this state
But I will find a way to escape
And I still am stuck in this state
This is mighty fine ice, don’t you think, that we skate
A mighty fine line, don’t you think that we skate
Weaving through lanes
Of this highway of my mind
The nerves, and the chemicals firing at will
Involuntary actions
I lose all connections
To the flights that I needed to find my way home
And I still am stuck in this state
But I will find a way to escape
And I still am stuck in this state
This is mighty fine ice, don’t you think, that we skate
A mighty fine line, don’t you think that we skate
I keep buying treadmills
Trying to run away
But no matter how many I line up I can’t escape
I keep buying windmills
To get a summer breeze
But it’s just ghosts that past through them and they whisper to me
And I still am stuck in this state
But I will find a way to escape
And I still am stuck in this state
This is mighty fine ice, don’t you think, that we skate
A mighty fine line, don’t you think that we skate
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2. |
Oh, My Seoul
03:59
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There have been a lot of pretty faces
I’ve given everything to
But none of them, have brought me to places
None were anything like you
So hold me in the darkest nights
Don’t let me go, in the day
We’ll be as high as clouds and kites
Cut the string on this cage, I promise I’ll stay
Oh, my Seoul, skyscrapes fall shadows on me
Oh, we’ll go, to the darkest of alleys watch city lights scatter
Oh, you’ll see, sail the world on wooden ships on the seas
Oh, my Seoul, nothing else matters, with my city built next to me
But oh don’t turn around to me
I’ll turn to stone, a smiling statue
Cause if you are the last thing I see
I’d be frozen, but I’d be free
There have been so many days
I’ve wasted waiting, for words to come
To tell my city, so many ways
Just what she means, I’m lost in the paths she is from
Oh, my Seoul, skyscrapes fall shadows on me
Oh, we’ll go, to the darkest of alleys watch city lights scatter
Oh, you’ll see, sail the world on wooden ships on the seas
Oh, my Seoul, nothing else matters, with my city built next to me
Immediately my Seoul she is free
I’ll walk down these streets unconditionally
And the day I walk down the last new avenue
There will only be one thing left to do
Oh, my Seoul, skyscrapes fall shadows on me
Oh, we’ll go, to the darkest of alleys watch city lights scatter
Oh, you’ll see, sail the world on wooden ships on the seas
Oh, my Seoul, nothing else matters, with my city built next to me
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3. |
Caution to the Wind
02:51
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Well it's a far way off
But I think it's time we've had enough
Of bickering about tall tales and ghosts
Pull the strings my dear
If it's far away from you then it's far away from here
Make the wind your home
Admonish me with all the strength you hold
But I never do exactly what I'm told
They all try to put me in a spin
So now I'll throw caution to the wind
There's a place to rest
On the other side of the sea
It's become a mess
But I've dug far enough down that I can see
So bring the storm my dear
If it's far away from you then it's far away from here
Make the rain your home
Admonish me with all the strength you hold
But I never do exactly what I'm told
They all try to put me in a spin
So now I'll throw caution to the wind
Admonish me with all the strength you hold
But I never do exactly what I'm told
They all try to put me in a spin
So now I'll throw caution to the wind
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4. |
Silversmith
04:09
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The silversmith abandoned his tools
Left his hammer in the old shed
Designated his infant boy to carry on in his stead
Never said a word to his boy
Left his lovely wife
No one knew why til they opened up the door and shone in the light
His wife felt the fool
It was right before her eyes
Never saw the writing on the walls she had come to despise
Looking at the works he left
Marks of a shaky hand
Shame filled her face and she fled into the never ending sand.
The boy lived with kin
Shot fire from his eyes
His auntie never said his pa’s name or how he had died
He lived life with his fists
Struck out in his pain
At any poor boy who ever called him that vulgar name
Come see the demon fighter tonight
He fights with the strength of a wounded beast
Bring your best man and he’ll knock him down
He won’t stop til doomsday
The boy became a man
Hardened by his scorned dad
Became a fighter and took out his rage on the past he never had
They said why his dad was gone
Had a demon in his hands
Signed a pact with the devil boy why is that so hard to understand
Your pa must have lived with sin
Probably cheated on your ma
Would have sold you into slavery at the first chance you saw
Now his demon runs in your blood
Gives power to your fists
Thats why you hit so hard and your blows never miss
Come see the demon fighter tonight
He fights with the strength of a wounded beast
Bring your best man and he’ll knock him down
He won’t stop til doomsday
The man had had enough
I swear I’ll kill you all
Knocked every fella to the floor with another broken jaw
He fled into the sand
From the awful victory won
Cursed his demon dad for the sin he’d never done
His dad came in a dream
“Son it’s your old man
Sometimes things just happen there is no master plan
There’s no need for shame
Quench the fire in your eyes”
The silversmith took his son into the never-ending sky
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5. |
Dark Wings, Dark Words
03:33
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Dark wings, dark words
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
And it’s all for the birds
Between the river beds at sea
Please fly you fools
Or fall trying to make me believe
That only when we forget
Ourselves are we free
I got the short end of the rope
In some badlands
But I’ll never be alone
With my love in your hands
And I’ll hand it to you, it’s the best I can do
To show you the best of me
Let the wind roll in
Bring the storm and then leave
I’ll sink and swim
Into something more than dreams, more than many blessed things
Light wings, light words
Rock canyon calls to me
Dig your holes prairie dog
Find what the rest of us can’t see, blind as bats we all believe
I got the short end of the rope
In some badlands
But I’ll never be alone
With my love in your hands
And I’ll hand it to you, it’s the best I can do
To show you the best of me
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6. |
Dreamsickle
04:24
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I’m still stuck in this dream
Break away from myself and rise out of sleep
Cast the vision aside as things aren’t as they seem
I’m still stuck in this dream
Where’s the lady and castle and grandiose steed
My visor is shattered and I lay at your feet
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A lady a dragon a purpose at last
One clear direction to undo my past
Happiness is mine if the dragon I slay
Or just spring from my bed and start a new day
What is more real a fiend or an exam
One I can kill and the other I can’t
If I kill the dragon the lady is mine
But if I pass the test I just waste my time
I’m still stuck in this dream
Break away from myself and rise out of sleep
Cast the vision aside as things aren’t as they seem
I’m still stuck in this dream
Where’s the lady and castle and grandiose steed
My visor is shattered and I lay at your feet
Come please my love take my knife out my hand
I mean no harm I am lost in this land
What rules apply that I cannot view
Dreadfully sorry if I threw things askew
A knock on the door and a yell of the time
As outsiders speculate what’s going on inside
Nightmares are just dreams that are misunderstand
Take the fear out your heart and focus on the good
I’m still stuck in this dream
Break away from myself and rise out of sleep
Cast the vision aside as things aren’t as they seem
I’m still stuck in this dream
Where’s the lady and castle and grandiose steed
My visor is shattered and I lay at your feet
Why is this world real and the other a fiction
No one can know and there is the friction
Advice from a sage nay merely a naysayer
Reality’s broken just peel back the layers
Take the spade out my hand and I’ll stop digging graves
In one world a king and the other a slave
My bed is more lovely than this world we live in
Which is my joy and which is my prison
I’m still stuck in this dream
Break away from myself and rise out of sleep
Cast the vision aside as things aren’t as they seem
I’m still stuck in this dream
Where’s the lady and castle and grandiose steed
My visor is shattered and I lay at your feet
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7. |
We Go From Here
04:40
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Apathy cuts against the grain slips down the walls of windowpanes
Lack of will stings pins, sews my words shut again
There’s no direction here, think I’ll north
Lose the path again, still we go forth
Into the night and into your eyes
The soul keeps us guessing, the soul keeps us wise
And we go from here
Yea we go from here
Dreamed of you last night, in black and blue and white
Tried to stay a while, tried to stay a while
Time was my only friend, the only part that never ends
Tried to pray a while, walked another mile
Down the old stone wall, makes us feel ten feet tall
While we’re so close to it, stand above all of it
And where the old wall ends, we used to play pretend
Under the willows, hanging down like gallows
And we go from here
Yea we go from here
Yea we go from here
Yea we go from here
Dreamed of you last night, in black and blue and white
Tried to stay a while, tried to stay a while
And where the old wall ends, we used to play pretend
Under the willows, hanging down like gallows
And we go from here
Yea we go from here
Yea we go from here
Yea we go from here
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8. |
Wallace Hartley
03:22
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Boarded a ship, just one more song
Blew her a kiss, weak smile and a nod
Farewell Maria, I said from the stairs
14 days forward, and we’ll have no cares
Blue skies upon us, sun overhead
Days all merge, as I lead the octet
Turn the covers over, awake to a crash
Harsh sound of a siren, and a stiff salty blast
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
Boys gather ‘round, let’s strike up a tune
Memory serves us, with no light from the moon
Smiles from the audience, one foot in their grave
Calming our people, with songs that we play
A shift in the strings, a message is sent
Life boats are gone, with our consent
Still all my song, my fellows and me
An orchestra nearer, my God to thee
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
My father will meet me, on Lancashire shores
They’ll sing of my songs, I hope I’m remembered for more
Nearer to God, but farther away
From all that I dreamt of, and the music I played
Up bow and down bow, as we hold to the rail
Crash of the symbols as our instruments fail
Goodbye Maria, the salt water swells
Good gentlemen, I bid you farewell
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
Home ain’t that far away, the violins say
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9. |
Iowa-F***in'-City
03:20
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Seventy miles from waterloo, 26 from cedar falls
Iowa may not have mountains but if it did I’d climb them all
Just to see the graffiti galleries pass by on endless trains
Surrounded by the fields of corn I’m stuck in the same frame
Felt like Don Quixote when I first drove in
So I spent most the day fighting windmills but I just couldn’t win
There’s more rivers than hills, but that’s not saying much
Cause the two that I counted didn’t really count as such
But when I see those lights, I know I’ve got it made
Cause these are the nights that I’d never trade
At the 505 in Iowa-fuckin-city
Feel so alive and the girls are so pretty here
It’s a night of firsts but this won’t be my last
Cheers to us and have another glass
Pancheros is on my list of things to do
Hit up the one downtown been there since 1992
Tailgate the game and get lost alone
Cause i just stumbled off all on my own
Something about this place it doesn’t belong
In a state full of corn where did they go wrong
Cause they know how to party, and they do it right
As long as the hawkeyes win it’ll be a good night
But when I see those lights, I know I’ve got it made
Cause these are the nights that I’d never trade
At the 505 in Iowa-fuckin-city
Feel so alive and the girls are so pretty here
It’s a night of firsts but this won’t be my last
Cheers to us and have another glass
See you in the morning, that's what we'll say
See you in the morning
Yeah I'll see you in the morning
Cause I won’t remember today
At the 505 in Iowa-fuckin-city
Feel so alive and the girls are so pretty here
It’s a night of firsts but this won’t be my last
Cheers to us and have another glass
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10. |
Static, Stationary
03:52
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It’s the same ordinary life year after year
Move from one day to the next and we’re
Getting used to the same routine
Playing through the same old scene
Then something changes and changes you
And you’re stuck in you thought you knew
What it would be like to be
Where you are, maybe it’s just me
I am static, stationary
Moving anywhere but up
Want smooth sailing but I
Suppose safe passage is enough
Floating, falling, isn’t freeing
Like they said it would be
Guess I have a ways to go
On this road so follow me
Challenge is in changing which hasn’t been my forte
For a long time I’ve been drifting by design
Slipping through the grid iron short of
Trying to discover a life that wasn’t mine
But now I have a feeling that things are moving slow
I am static, stationary
Moving anywhere but up
Want smooth sailing but I
Suppose safe passage is enough
Floating, falling, isn’t freeing
Like they said it would be
Guess I have a ways to go
On this road so follow me
But now I have a feeling that things are moving slow
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11. |
Picket Fence
04:07
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Take the furniture, and take your key
Take the pictures down, and leave the house empty
Make a fool of us both while you can
I’m left, just a cold Minnesota man
Turn the furnace down, and walk away
Your hearings fine, but deaf to what I say
Maybe you just forgot what it’s like
Said it was just like riding a bike
But I’m not gonna fight again
Livin’ in an empty house, with just my memories
Stack ‘em up, there just exactly what we’ve come to be
Make them last cause they’re the ghosts we need the most in our
Heads of envy, little lonely, making love to jealousy
Afraid of more than, any less than, everything
White walls, and white carpet floors
Bare beneath, the open door
Your footprints fresh in the snow
I’m left to everything that I let go
A picket fence, in the howling wind
A difference, in just your hints
If you want to leave than go
Speak your mind, come on and let me know
There’s nothing left here anymore
Livin’ in an empty house, with just my memories
Stack ‘em up, there just exactly what we’ve come to be
Make them last cause they’re the ghosts we need the most in our
Heads of envy, little lonely, making love to jealousy
Afraid of more than, any less than, everything
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12. |
Shot
03:04
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I’ve been a drinking and a rambling
A smoking and a gambling
and I don’t care what you say
I know the day will come when
my body says no
but today is not that day
So pour another round and chase them fuckers down
with a swig from your labatt
I might be hungover from
singing the wild rover
But I’m drunk now so fuck that
Pass me another beer
duck tape and more beer
So I can reach level five
I can hit all my bros
and our smiles sure show
we’re happy to be alive
So pour another round and chase them fuckers down
with a swig from your labatt
I might be hungover from
singing the wild rover
But I’m drunk now so fuck that
Now I’m not ashamed
of that once wretched name
You can call me drunk
But my styles the best
and to get it off my chest
I have way more fun
So pour another round and chase them fuckers down
with a swig from your labatt
I might be hungover from
singing the wild rover
But I’m drunk now so fuck that
A swig of lemoncello
makes me a happy fellow
Gives me a natural glow
If I see the light
I just push it aside
It is not my time to go
So pour another round and chase them fuckers down
with a swig from your labatt
I might be hungover from
singing the wild rover
But I’m drunk now so fuck that
So now I drink
And screw what you think
Contraceptive sans
Impregnate your brain
Now we’re both insane
You should get as drunk as I am
So pour another round and chase them fuckers down
with a swig from your labatt
I might be hungover from
singing the wild rover
But I’m drunk now so fuck that
I’m drunk now so fuck that
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Muus Minneapolis, Minnesota
Muus is a neo-folk band in Minneapolis, MN.
Members include: Christopher Anders (guitar), Paul Rosenwinkel (banjo), Amanda Burgdorf (cello), and Tyler Lund-Kyrola (bass).
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