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Hayfire
04:05
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There’s a color in your mythology
That grays the filter in the collective sight of things
I was distracted and I went into the hall
Of 30th street station to be dwarfed by the sound
When I say, “you’re killing me”
You know in some ways it’s true
You know the year I’ve had
You want to spread your wings
You want to push away
You want to cook your own book
You say you’re soaring eagles
But you’re barn owls
Undercover
Folded forever
With the barn owls
People are unwittingly prepared
To change everything about themselves
To satisfy the impulse
The fresh impulse
Of one tense moment
I’m at the back of the train
Feels like it’s heading for space
I’m going to miss work again
I tried and tried to explain
And so I’m deep in your debt
I want to cook my own book
You say you’re soaring eagles
But you’re barn owls
Undercover
Folded forever
With the barn owls
Hay
Hayfire
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Littered
02:50
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Days that find my life
Littered with her
The days define my life
That powerful spark caught in the rain
All the understandings so impossible to explain
Boarded the train once and for all
Watch the towers fade and fall
Days that find my life
Littered with her
The days define my life
My shoulder’s home to the demon ghost
Keeps a log of me at the opportune moments
Sifting through my neighbor’s clothes
In the complex’s common hall
I watch the colors fade and fall
In her room
It’s filled with potted plants
An extension of her personality
Which is apparent even in her absence
Days that find my life littered with her
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Porch Stasis
03:49
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Porch life stasis
The sun is looking to kill
Perhaps a death is looking for a son
A woman dressed in skin
And a dress that’s embroidered with little stars
Dressing the porch swing
Dressing the porch swing
Just the lady
And the singer
Porch life stasis
I’m toasting, sloppy and aimless
And the heat mollifies the year
The old girl is dead now
And how silly, I’m finally ready to listen
You’re making noise
You’re making noise
You only bellyache to make noise
Honey, I cried until real pain was in me
I tried to tell folks at the funeral that I’ve been busy
I drove north, but carried southern heat with me
And I came straight to you because you’re the only one that sees right through me
The porch is crumbling
Wants to marry the sidewalk
But it deserves celebration just like anything else
I’m telling you my entire family history
Or at least all the parts that have stapled themselves to me
Endure it, laugh at it, or cut it off
My tea and whiskey
Listen to my words or muffle them by
Kissing me
Drunk on love
Drunk on love
Drunk on tea and Seagram’s
Breathing
Grieving
Cheering
Comparing
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4. |
The Misuse Of Wheels
02:44
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Quicksand
03:08
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I’ve been letting myself think and letting myself sink in quicksand
Two things I should never do
I can’t help but think that you’ve done me wrong
Though you’ve been so kind to me for so long
Well, let’s spell out the truth
All week, I’ve planned to tell you give in or cut me off completely
You beat me to the latter punch
I find words waiting for me everywhere
Every dream I’m handling with care
Another needle holds itself in place
I stare into the eyes of Morocco and perhaps on their coastline
Someone feels it on their shoulder
I work myself into a panic, as if crawling into the attic
To get away from the house
And now the dream needs revisions
Needs an outsider’s opinion
A public surrender
I work myself into a fever, cracking up in front of mirrors
And thankful for reality
I’ve had all that I can take today
And to jar it up for the next day
I’ve had all that I can take today
And to jar it
It’s so jarring
I’ve been letting myself think and letting myself sink in quicksand
Two things I should never do
I can’t help but think that you’ve done me wrong
Though you’ve been so kind to me for so long
Well, let’s spell out the truth
All week, I’ve planned to tell you give in or cut me off completely
You beat me to the latter punch
I find words waiting for me everywhere
Every dream I’m handling with care
Another needle holds itself in place
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6. |
End Of The World
03:50
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It’s the beginning of a world
It’s the seizure of light
There’s a house a county over
Where your brother was born
I’m a violently ill mother
I’m desperately in love
With my life
I’m a mean one but I’m right
I get a little annoyed
I’m an understanding mother
I’m a bush of thorns
I’m a mean one but I’m right
I get a little annoyed
You and your brother see right through me
I couldn’t be more pleased
It’s the end of a world
There are worlds everywhere
I can barely get home anymore with all these worlds
It’s the end of a world
And I couldn’t be more pleased
I’m a mean one but I’m right
I’m an understanding mother
I’m a bush of thorns
You and your brother see right through me
I’m a mean one but I’m right
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7. |
Listen To Kyle
03:36
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Recorded by Kyle Pulley & Shane Woods at The Headroom Philadelphia
Mixed by Tim Shrout in Portland, Oregon
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion
Flat Mary Road:
Steve Teare - vocals, guitar
Dan Papa - bass, piano, backing vocals
Alex Irwin - drums, backing vocals
Pete Clark - violin
Alex Lewis - guitar, lap steel, backing vocals
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Numen
05:12
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Bringing home the numen
There’s nowhere to put it
Tumbles off the mantlepiece
Blinds me in the morning
Can’t focus in its presence
It’s time to get to work
Polishing the Numen
Time to take in a meal
In two rooms over
Can’t eat next to the Numen
Time to get to work
Time to go for a drive
Driving with the Numen
Hearing a ringing
From morning to morning
Suppose I’m a survivor
Double windsor tie
Dressing up for the Numen
The world spins and I’m staring
From morning to morning
Suppose I’m a liar sometimes
Lying with the Numen
Time to get to work
Lying with the Numen
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9. |
The Use Of Wheels
01:55
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10. |
Lean On Me
03:18
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Lean on me
Lean on me
If I’m not trying
To do the things you want me to
Lean on me
Take the initiative
Take the initiative and lean on me
Trust
Trust in me
Trust in me
To follow patterns
I dangle on the spokes of the wheel
Trust in me
Take the initiative
Take the initiative
Trust in me
Lean on me
Lean on me
If i’m not trying to do the things you want me to
Lean on me
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11. |
Water Wheel
04:10
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Innocence from the past
Innocence realized
Calling home to start the argument
And bridge the gap
In a sense
I let you down because of principles
I keep you around because of principles
Calling home to latch onto the turning water wheel
In a sense
Pecked by birds
In a sense
Feathers float to the ground
Feathers float
But ultimately they fall
The bearer of
The frozen news
I’ll read the news until you’re comfortable
I’ll read the news until you sit still
Calling home to latch onto the turning water wheel
In a sense
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12. |
There It Is
04:20
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The story begins again
With some lightning and some wind
My brother fighting traffic
Until there’s nothing to fight
Hoping to beat the projection
And so we race into the night
And that’s right
There it is
That’s right
There it is
The glory
Of the crackling in the sky
Texas plains
Texas rain chasing the car
Gripping seats just to grip seats
Breathing quickly just to breath quick
It seems as if the world’s behind us
The CD in the stereo skips
And that’s right
There it is
That’s right
There it is
We skidded out on a turn
We flipped around on a turn
We screamed about the turn
The engine started to burn
The wind fanned the burn
We screamed about the burn
My brother wasn’t concerned
We watched the car burn
We bled
And it burned
That’s right
There it is
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Flat Mary Road Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
An indie rock band from West Philadelphia.
New album out this fall with Whatever’s Clever.
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