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Come on Home
03:12
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i spent most of my day dreaming all of my dreams away
and i don’t even know when i’ll give up my ghost and fade
fade away
using almost everything taking all the dominos
never knowing what to sing come on home
breaking all the brittle bones signing all in indigo
loading up to take a swing come on home
basking in the afterglow memories will never show
i would do most anything come on home
harping on the radio fighting with the undertow
flying with a broken wing come on home
i consume i consume i consume and i take and take
i create but it’s nothing compared to claim the I’ve staked
entertain me
i spent all of my day dreaming all of my dreams away
i spend most of my evenings believing i’ll make a change
come on home
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2. |
Bootstraps
04:32
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bootstraps come on chit chat
come on move on groove on say that
mountain ain't surrounding
you ain't drowning don’t you play that
song carry on carry on like nothing is
wrong carry on like
you don’t know anything
forgetting everything
bootstraps pick up move that
get your life back get yourself on track
fade from black back from setbacks heart attacks
don’t you crack
sometimes when they’re all gone
moving on feels so wrong
moving on feels blasphemy
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3. |
Summertime
03:47
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summer’s fast winter’s way too slow
i don’t wanna go unless i have to
but oh you make it bearable like lemonade and marigolds
chocolate covered strawberries in summer
summer ends and ushers in the fall
of everything we are and all we’re used to
and oh you make it interesting
like lavender and honeybees
sound and smell of water in the river
and oh don’t you know the winters are too cold
but oh you make 'em feel just like summer
and oh don’t you know the winters are too cold
but oh you make em feel just like summer
just for anyone who’s ever felt alone
anyone who’s heart is made of stone
anyone who’s ever told the band
play a song that i can understand
cause all we’re after is happily after
and all we can do is make our plans
i’m sure you understand, yeah
oh it’s never like i've never been alone
it’s never like i’ve never been this cold
oh i just hate it so
someone come and warm up my hands and soul
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4. |
I'm Gonna Die at Sea
04:12
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i’m gonna die at sea, i’m gonna die at sea
cause i hate the cold and the water so
i’m gonna die at sea
i'll set sail today, freeport to the bay of biscay
when they ask my name, tell them everything
lucas was sane and now nothing is ever the same
saratoga at obregon
i know i told you that’s where i belong
when they find my boat, when they wrest my bones
when they mark my grave in their heartfelt way
use coquelicot, gold, mint, and battleship gray
heartbreak is at my door, like some terrible civil war
absentee fathering
among other maladies it’s what they’ve got looking forward
so this is what living and breathing and dying was for
drowned to be tossed and lost and washed up ashore
i always took time to smell roses
but now that my atrium closes
I can’t quite recall what the sweetness and pollen was for
it’s not enough arthropods took their fill of me
it’s not like i planned to be burned or be buried
it’s not spain I miss or the basque that has got me
it’s living these decades with knowing exactly
the time and the spot like some clairvoyant scholar
with no way to fix it just set sail get chartered
i keep thinking 'bout how zander died and i stayed calm
but the moment that i sat beside him all went wrong
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Zander
05:11
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your ears stuck out
and your frown it pouted double
your color’s gone
your stitches aren’t so subtle
oh my manners rode up
i’m flattered y’all showed up
my dead kid is in there
have some cookies have some tea
take a seat and meet with me
but i’m not really here
i’m not really listening
i’m not really here
yes i’m really hiding
under this veneer
i am being polite
you don’t really have to be here
will we ever be the same
can a spark ignite a flame
does a heart outgrow it’s pain
why am i not so affected
when does grief get interjected
or am i that disconnected
i ain’t got no place else to be
every place feels a quarter empty now
every trace feels like burning memories out
every face with bluish lips is breaking me down
by God’s grace moving on seems alright now
sometimes you don’t know, life comes and it goes
i don’t wanna lose control over me.
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Faith in Foxholes Albuquerque, New Mexico
Faith in Foxholes is the solo project of Lucas Floyd in Albuquerque, NM. Faith in Foxholes is in the middle of releasing 3 five track E.P.s with the third E.P. “Red.”
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