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Never Quite There
03:26
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Little girl run where you aren’t alive
So long believing your face will be long under me
But New York is where you’re not quite done
Waiting for postcards and being enough
Sit in the windows and waiting to be
Looking for letters appear on a screen
New York is for postcards, they’re distant and not quite enough
A moment of someone that never could quite fill you up
And you live for the minutes of feeling in love
You live for the past that you’ve known
You wander in the marketplace, waiting and
Live for the minutes of feeling in love
An addict that crawls in the park
To wander in the atmosphere and stare in the dark
To always spend your life so wistful, straining towards the mast
To lock your eyes in silhouettes of meaning in the past
I’d like to love to jettison the giants and the statues
They’re so atrocious-beautiful until you can’t quite move
And I spent two years being never quite there
With my head in the sand and my notes flying fair
Always restricting my hands in the air
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2. |
June Song
08:31
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When the moment’s arrived
Lay your head on her sleeve
Always when you’re near her you’ll hear the same thoughts
Of a full distance voice saying not to go back, ever onwards through circles that flow
And to always be ready to go
In the ringing soft silence alone
Hearing songs that you already know are too old to be yours
You want to be thrown
Like the window you’ll be
The tears in your hair are the tunes of your eyes, that drip melodies into your fears
And she’ll lick them away from your ears
With her lips that are freckled in white
And your sheets that are damp with your sweat through the thick of the night
And assimilate time
To the notes that you play
She sings like the whimpering minstrels that bloom, for a day before ceding their trade
Losing all of the secrets they made
Watching all of the blood from the cradle
Run quiet and float on away
Past the wax that drips off of the table and onto your face
You can see that she’ll age
And you want to believe
But you know in your heart that one day you will leave her to strain into space on her own
While you drink in your bed all alone
Crying words to the past that you’ve known
And she drifts into clouds, going home, to the dreams where she stays
And you wish you could stay
And you wish you could go
And you will every day that your eyelids could know, what her lips might have sad to your face
On the dock where she clings to her age
Casting soundwaves across empty space
And you wish that you wanted to go
And you wish that you wanted to stay where she’s sweeter than songs
In the heat of her arms
And you don’t have to doubt
You know that she loves you and you lie without doubt, at the bottom of hills that you ring
Even if you might cry when you sing
And might not understand anything
In the clouds of the days that won’t linger much more in your head
When the moment’s arrived
Lay your head on her sleeve
The world feels alive til you see you can’t leave what she did to your love long ago
You’ll be waiting forever to know
Like the fossils that burn in the snow
If this ends in the summery glow of the sand in the trees
And assimilate time
To the notes that you play
The words that you say will sound wise in the day, but she’ll know what you missed in the dawn
Drinking butane and carrying on
Where the band rolls their eyes and they’re gone
Back to memory beaches they fondle like words of a poem
And I’ll have somebody follow you home
Find the address of ceilings you don’t
Stare so carelessly at in the night as you hone your mistakes
So don’t go to her now
Because you’ll always see
The world isn’t much once it’s sized perfectly, to the image in back of your head
You’ll be missing her now til you’re dead
Craving shoulders that stick in your chest
And the cheap ringing sound of the bed
And the sleepy weak smile when you’re fed
Three tomatoes and one silhouette
And the candles that burn blue and red through the day where you sleep
She’ll be waiting for you longer than you know how in a thousand small candles that wait
Where they’re longing to take you away
In a thousand small games that they play
They sparkle now starting to say what they’ll do to your soul
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3. |
Incandescent Fall
03:52
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There's an order full of order where I stand
And some poet's got each verse at his command
And you know I don't want you to understand why I can't hear your voice
You know I don't want you to understand all this noise
And our parents never learned to steal the ball
We never learn to soften any fall
And I loved you more than anyone at all in this hall where I look
We're always all alone here after all in some long heavy book
And I don't know where the sunshine is at all in these hands that I shook
It must be somewhere in some incandescent fall, all the winter bits of summer that we took
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underorder is the avant indie project of composer/multi-instrumentalist Gabriel Zucker. underorder sets simple folklike melodies within dense, evocative soundscapes and epic compositions.
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