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From Age
02:15
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The Grey
04:34
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Well I don’t need you today
Is vanity something that distance could change?
I’m taking pictures of trains
Maybe they’ll help me escape
I don’t care for your pain
But I’m hoping in autumn my feelings will change
You’re tracking our steps in the grey
While I’m counting the breaths I exchange
Tear this building down
Wade through every sound
And I’m starting up some kind of war
Was fidelity fading before?
Sing something cynical, lull me to sleep
I’m a king in a queen bed
But it’s too big for me
You know I loved Tennessee
And the hours we spent driving south through the trees
And I’ll miss New Orleans
But I’m longing for nights not so clean
And are you still living presently?
Or stuck in plans made for someone you were supposed to be?
If you’re lost inside the home that we made
Lean on walls like advice that you gave
When you found yourself a stranger to your ways
You thought you knew who you’d become
And that would make you at peace
But the steps that you mapped out led you astray
And when you did the math
You forgot that things change
Will you wait?
How many lovers will you pick up today?
And how many others will you pull in to take my place when I'm too far away?
'Cause I’m too far away
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Blacklight Paint
04:51
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Why don’t you look around?
It’s only boys in button downs
They’re so ill-fitting and tragically
Threaded for virility
She said, casually,
“They’re tearing down the house next week”
So let’s get acquainted
And destroy this place
With our hands, so still and quiet
Paralyzed, begging to act on tendencies
They should be more shrill and violent
So when the lights get dull and faint
Let’s write our names in blacklight paint
We’ll watch them settle in
For now let's keep things simplified
Buy into systems, let it ride
We’re here, so let’s be here tonight
When you love, should it feel like dying?
Give it up for a summer chasing fleeting affairs
Will you grow if you sit in silence?
'Cause you’re stuck trading glances as a guilty routine
So when the lights get dull and faint
Let’s write our names in blacklight paint
And watch them settle in
For now let’s keep things simplified
Buy into systems, let it ride
We’re here, so let’s be here tonight
Will you still hear these sounds, one year from tonight?
Or does magic just fade with the passing of time?
Will they still see the paint when the ceiling divides?
I guess our names are just names when you turn on the lights
With your fingers like seams, trace the holes in my jeans
Keep them memorized
Are you feeling me?
Or just filling spaces in between
Who you were and who you'll be
When our cars arrive
We’ll leave and let the walls collide
The cycle starts again
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Fixed
06:02
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There’s an inn by the bay where I’m meeting you
A peculiar place for a rendezvous
I’m struggling with shutting the bathroom door
It keeps getting stuck on the motel floor
And it seems you feel familiar somehow
Your aux cord was broken until now
Feel how the room shifts
Watch how the sound devours it
We’re static inside it all
Listen, we both know
This evening is electric, so
We'll follow and we’ll find out where it goes
Our voices are drowned by a room in red
So we’re using alternate senses to speak instead
And on the beach, we're holding sand and silence by the sea
But first you’re wondering if it’s alright
To delay your flight, for one more night
Tell me how you fixed the sound in your car
And show me, is Fullerton far?
Feel how the night shifts
Watch how the sound devours it
We’re static inside it all
Listen, we both know
This evening is electric, so
We'll follow and we’ll find out where it goes
Watch how the waves drift
And tumble however they see fit
We followed how they fall
Feel how the room shifts
Watch how the sound devours it
We’re static inside it all
Listen, we both know
This evening is electric, so
We'll follow and we’ll find out where it goes
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6. |
Christmas Eve
05:04
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Hey there
I’m roaming the neighborhood
Convincing us both I’m good
Don’t believe me
‘Cause most days
I’m checking the internet
And typing your name again
Could it bring you back?
So I drink till I drown
I’m a ghost in this town
A heathen to wholesale holidays
And I shiver and shake
In the wake of mistakes
Does it feel like this?
To be left, irrelevant
And December feels so much colder this time
If I drive straight down the 5
With my flask on the passenger side
When you fall on my mind I’ll swerve into the divide
Would you think of it? Would you care one bit?
Do you hear the sounds of last year tonight?
As I walk through the cold, I’m counting every light
Am I there, in your thoughts?
Or is it you that I lost?
In all these neighborhoods window, I see you
Everywhere that I’m not
So what’s the use in me screaming I love you more?
We know things won’t be things like things were before
And if there’s some kind of fix that could absolve me of this
Then I’m listening
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7. |
Unravel
03:08
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Honey I've been awake since you left last night
I can tell that you've changed by the way you don't cry
I'm sitting here, shivering out on the porch
But you're still on the sidewalk
You say I'm impatient, imperfect, insane
You’re swimming in seconds, I’m drowning in days
You're holding my face in your hands all the same
But now you're a stranger
Now I’m unraveling
Confusion is curious, coloring this
San Francisco summers are foggy, I guess
I thought we were static inside of it all
But now we’re just shouting
And I should’ve known from the ink on your skin
We’re fading like daisies too weak for the wind
The lines on my hip say it’s bound to get better
But for now I’ll unravel
Now I’m unraveling
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Lately my hands, they break free
When left unattended
Burning things I can’t see
To spite my intentions
And if I’m watching close enough
I’m too callow to call their bluff
What are my hands without me?
Just 10 matches still hungry for heat
Hope turns cold if you let it
So I’ll just make pain poetic and
Breathe when I salute the light
And I let the dark in
Now I'm repeating it all in my head
This cycle of vanity; we could have been
A chorus of colors and shapes, but instead
A shattered kaleidoscope, shards in my chest
And all of these simple apologies
Are synth-soaked and six-eight
And I know they’re too late, but still
There go my hands, running free
And left unattended
Burning things out of reach
To hide my intentions
And I think it’s time we started blaming me
I pretended that I lacked the agency
But now it seems facing the music
Is better than writing the song
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9. |
Now Now & Not Soon
02:50
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You’re tired of waking up to see
There’s no one left in this city of quiet lust memories
Are these the nights you were dreaming up back there in The Grey?
Replacing fate with some pseudo love and suburban decay
I’m done running in place
Headed for southern escapes
Maybe there’s something to this scenery change
You taught me how to live presently
So I’m putting faith into moving feet
Taking steps reluctantly
Is better than staying still
There’s that angel sky
I loved through your eyes
Romanticizing these traffic lights
I’m alone, but I’m fine
I learned I loved Blonde, but it was too late
And I heard she preferred when my hair was straight
But it'll never be
And I’m moving further from my ghosts
But they’re still in reach to keep me afloat
I hope your city left me some space to grow
So how does it feel without me around?
I’ll stop begging you to hear me out
I’m through wondering ‘will you wait?’
And I’m done taking pictures of trains
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11. |
118
06:38
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Bought my tickets online, where were you?
And they closed that Du-Pars, too
I’m sick of spending Sundays cleaning suede
I wanna write love songs again
And wouldn’t it be nice
If I hadn’t fucked things up twice?
And I still got these tokens from your dads
And I still hear your voices in the hall and I hate that
Still wish I’d been a little patient
I’m coming to terms with the hurt I created
Still feel a current cutting through
Guess I’ll see you again if I’m meant to
Still wish I’d been a little patient
I’m coming to terms with the hurt I created
Living my life without the both of you
Guess I’ll see you again if I’m meant to
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Christmas Eve (Acoustic)
04:26
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The Night Prior Los Angeles, California
The Night Prior is the solo project of Los Angeles-based songwriter Jacob Lauing.
He blends the infectious melodies and angst of pop-punk/emo with the dense, layered arrangements of post rock.
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