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Crooked Branches
03:53
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I am firewood
The cracking of my bones will sing you to sleep
I'll forget and repeat
I couldn't build a home from my still grove
Surrounded by these structures of sound
There's a sickness in the roots
I'll never make it on the lake
Never drink it's waters
I'll never touch the sky
I'll never know my sons and daughters
I'll be the last one in the ground but I won't grow
I won't recover these crooked branches
I'll die alone
If you lie what you find inside that old circle of stones
Then maybe I'll light
Maybe I'll breath one last time
I can't blame the soil from where we all grew
I count can't the rings as proof
Or the number of leaves the light shone through
There's a sickness in my roots
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Oregon & Old Friends
03:39
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The sun retreated and I woke up in the west
I changed the sheets alone in a place that's not my home
Everyone's left and I just needed rest
I damned myself for the loss of progress
And compared myself against the grain
I found that things weren't the same
I could tell by sounds they made
Four months until port
Two-thousand miles from where I grew
The friendships I abandoned
And the light I once threw
It's rough like the sandpaper grain of my face
The odd spring inside this thing they'd replaced
Back and forth for the better part of a decade
Dreams of Oregon to keep me warm in the absence of old friends
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Uprooted/Misplaced
04:34
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I'm staggered like fence posts in Colorado
Uprooted and misplaced
A sad resemblance of my former shape
A month out from home or so I'm told
Surrounded by wind farms and roads
Surrounded but alone
I've had seven states to think and it's safe enough to say
That I'm ashamed of my station in the scheme of things
I won't change but I still complain
I've had seven states to think and it's safe enough to say
That I'm ashamed of my station in the scheme of thing
Unsatisfied and afraid
It's your typical case of woe is me
Life was better at eighteen
When we're blind and naive to the brevity that is this dream
And how damaging comparisons can be
A day out from twenty-six
(I know I've got a place back home)
And I don't feel any different
So maybe numbers account for nothing
(Regardless of how small)
I just thought I'd amount to something
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