1. |
Familiar Ocean
03:45
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Watching sunlight underwater
Held my breath until it burned,
She was standing by the pool gate,
But it didn’t really register.
She was hanging with her young friends,
As I was packing up to leave.
So much for tying up the loose end,
But it doesn’t really matter much to me.
I caught a satellite through the trees,
And followed it to the city down beneath.
I sat and watched the cars leave their homes,
And thought about the things that I’ll come to know.
I don’t mean to make it sound like
I’m too hung up on old faults.
My head is buzzing when you’re near me,
My blood is cotton when you are gone.
Remember when we were strangers?
It lives in distant memory.
With you I’m cleaning all the mirrors,
There’s all this I use to never see.
I caught a satellite through the trees,
And followed it to the city down beneath.
I sat and watched the lights warm their homes,
And thought about the things that we'll come to know.
Had to hold back a smile,
‘Cause I knew it all along,
And despite of all the weather,
It shifted my plans so I
Had to hold back a smile,
‘Cause I knew it all along,
And despite of all the weather,
It shifted my plans so I...
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2. |
Somnambulist
04:25
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You don’t have to tell me
It takes some time to break in new shoes
So take control and disappear
I won’t see you at all this year
What’s the point in praying to God,
If you’re gonna blame it on others?
If you’re not gonna give it back,
What’s the point in having lovers,
At all?
Don’t dwell here now,
In such a fickle race
‘Cause everything looked unique
When you made plans that don’t have a base
What’s the point in praying to God,
If you’re gonna blame it on others?
If you’re not gonna give it back,
What’s the point in having lovers,
At all?
You’ve changed.
Somnambulist, what d’you have to prove?
I was beginning to get your lips to move
Somnambulist, I hope that you can see
When I encountered you there, you were just daydreams
You’re living daydreams
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3. |
Aluna
04:29
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Race for me, and get on out and race away.
I can see when you’re caught up in the weeds, oh yes indeed,
And it’s easy to tell we’re of a like kind,
Well why do the looks always seem to be a step behind the mind?
I need you to go
And If you can just find a way
Aluna can take me home.
The things we lose they somehow seem to always
Find some kind of way of getting back to you.
So leave your boots at the top of the stairs
And skip on out the door, pluck a couple of flowers in your hair.
I need you to go
And If you can just find a way
Aluna can take me home.
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4. |
Subsurface
04:05
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These days I feel like I don’t have a name
It’s as if I’ve been taking all the blame
We should not speak of these things very loud
The only safe place is among the crowd
The significance that you’ll take to the grave
Makes you feel like you’re not very brave
Back up and lean against the palisades
I hope you can’t feel the ice in my veins
Subsurface,
What they don’t know they can’t use or abuse
On the surface,
What they don’t know this is all part of a ruse
Classify existential issues as a problem of mine
Crushing weight of the past and all the presence of time
I spoke in riddles and definitions that divide
Picked it apart too late once it’s recognized
Subsurface,
What they don’t know they can’t use or abuse
On the surface,
What they don’t know I’m playing out a ruse
Running from your issues will let you bide your time
But when you hit the fences you’ll be far too dead inside
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5. |
No One Ever Knows
03:16
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Take a look on the outside to see just what you want to be,
And maybe you’ll see just what you want to be
I get it’s tough when you wanna go and fit all of it in
But you are a fool, and I wish you were cool,
You are a fool and I wish you were cool
Which way to go? Which way to go you’ll never know.
Which way to go? Which way to go you’ll never know.
I need you to take a look on the outside if you want to see
Just what you be, and maybe you’ll see just what you want to be.
I get it’s tough when you want to get a vision oh oh so clearly,
Of something you can’t see easily, something you can’t see easily.
Which way to go? Which way to go you’ll never know.
Which way to go? Which way to go you’ll never know.
Which way to go? Don’t even think to ask me.
Which way to go? You’ve gotta voyage out to see.
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6. |
19,100
01:34
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It’s been a quarter of a year,
And I’m beginning to believe
My fictional fears.
Distract myself but they’re still seared
To a fraction of my mind.
Step back and notice what’s entwined,
It’s hard to do when everything’s so near.
Somnambulist you are speaking loud and clear,
You are so loud and clear.
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7. |
Fictional Fears
04:09
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There’s no room on the couch,
We’ll just sit on the floor, we don’t have to stretch the cords
In this place, there’s no need to pine
A soft warm glow, your teeth how they shine
I wish,
This was a 3 day weekend
Wake her,
I can’t comprehend,
These days,
You’ve just got me so amazed
Discovering a new melodic phase
Leads me to a different place
We’ve got plenty of time on our hands
I’ll check my map let’s forget all these plans
I wish,
This was a 3 day weekend
Wake her,
I can’t comprehend,
I’m so alive,
I just love this time of night
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Talking Box Co. Boone, North Carolina
We are an indie rock band from Boone, NC.
Members:
Spencer King- Guitar, Vocals, Synth
Bryan Hatchell- Guitar, Vocals
Brian Froeb- Bass, Synth
Michael Fox -Drums, Vocals
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