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Room For Doubt
03:16
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January is cold but you are colder still
leaving dead flowers on the windowsill
driving on the highway, full of dread
all the accusations better left unsaid
Was there only ever room for doubt?
did we never learn to do without?
I'm taken with the sound
It's a dubious honor when you speak my name
paying the bills and staying up late
caught you looking at me with a sidelong glance
I was turning to stone in a statue stance
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2. |
Late July
03:43
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It's like a late July
with the windows down
and the same terrible song
on the radio
but the days go by
a little faster now
I've been told they often do
skipping right over June
Think I may have missed
a few other things, too...
I walk the street sometimes
with the same blank tape
looking for the song
I can't seem to find
until uncertainty
grabs ahold of me
and it's not like I even mind
with the tape stuck on rewind
It can almost feel like I'm
wasting time...
I never thought I'd miss the trash-strewn beaches
and the far-off seagull calls
I never thought I'd miss the highway driving
and the parking lots and malls
It's all over
It can almost feel like I'm
wasting time
It can almost feel like I'm
wasting time
It's too late, July
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3. |
Scorn
02:52
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Where do we go?
Hell if I know
buried in snow
buried in snow
stupid heartache
little lost note
skin so cold
skin so cold
skin so cold
lies we told when we were younger
when shadows kept us warm
kept us sleeping through the thunder
I learned to run alone
forgive me now
for my
many transgressions
I long for your scorn
cannot be true
we are old news
had to make do
had to make do
came in dead last
she won't have that
through my old room
found your old shoes
why did I find you?
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4. |
Night Window
01:38
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5. |
San Pedro Spirits
04:00
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Half past midnight
with memories best left behind
yes, no, goodbye
you're drifting in and out of my life
we were walking through a night
of glowing orange burning lights
you could not make up your mind
it wasn't wrong, nor was it right
the glow, it never left your eyes
the glow, it never left you
those muted greens
sounds that echo through the trees
old epiphanies
that haunt your dreams, disturbing sleep
records spinning backwards
demons conjured out of the groove
bored souls up for the taking
so lethargic, they barely move
and like ghosts
our voices float
adrift and lost
it was never really true
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6. |
Drones
03:14
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Said there's no other land
greener than where you stand
I took you by the hand
led you astray
and the drones are flying low
let it be known
and now why can't she
why can't she
why can't she see
and now why can't she
these arms that hold you close
hold you back the most
it's easier to coast
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Slow Coda Los Angeles, California
Slow Coda is Tavis Balkin and Nicholas Morford.
Contact: slowcoda@gmail.com
Debut album out now!
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