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Song in Your Head
03:48
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Let the song in your head out…
Let outside in and then you'll see
the safety of being fortress free.
You'll be light as a feather
when you lay down your war
and ask yourself what we're fighting for.
Let the song in your head out…
There's no wrong note and no wrong move.
Just a song and dance of a few honest truths.
A time to laugh, space to breathe.
A clean slate way of being free.
Let the song in your head out…
Tomorrow may come tomorrow may go.
Today is all that we need to know.
Tomorrow may come tomorrow may go
Today is all that we need to grow.
You're in a plastic state
ever-changing at any rate.
(you choose, you choose)
May you bend to your will.
May you bend to your won't.
(you will, you won't)
Trouble in the heart. Trouble in the head.
The sweet control of letting go.
Let let let the song in your head out...
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2. |
Love You Like That
02:19
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Let the song in your head out…
Let outside in and then you'll see
the safety of being fortress free.
You'll be light as a feather
when you lay down your war
and ask yourself what we're fighting for.
Let the song in your head out…
There's no wrong note and no wrong move.
Just a song and dance of a few honest truths.
A time to laugh, space to breathe.
A clean slate way of being free.
Let the song in your head out…
Tomorrow may come tomorrow may go.
Today is all that we need to know.
Tomorrow may come tomorrow may go
Today is all that we need to grow.
You're in a plastic state
ever-changing at any rate.
(you choose, you choose)
May you bend to your will.
May you bend to your won't.
(you will, you won't)
Trouble in the heart. Trouble in the head.
The sweet control of letting go.
Let let let the song in your head out...
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Tiny Broken Boats
03:25
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No room for regret in the final march of time.
Moving on sets sail. Moving on seems wise.
So I rise in earnest, set in the west.
A pattern unbound as I batten down the hatches.
I swam back to shore
when I should have carried on,
but the waves whispered of no island
and tiny broken boats.
And so I love more with each passing day.
Imagining an unmarked unknown grave.
To love is all. To love is to lose,
like a passing cloud makes a pillow for the fool.
I swam back to shore
when I should have carried on,
but the waves whispered of no island
and tiny broken boats.
So I pretend it's in the dark I see.
It's a silver lining you need from me.
It's not the undertow I fear,
it's the riptide of the mind my dear.
I swam back to shore
when I should have carried on,
but the waves whispered of no island
and tiny broken boats.
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California on Repeat
04:17
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99 more miles to the north of this state.
I left my heart there like a favorite cliche.
Oh Los Angeles, I always miss your ruthless way,
like how the underbelly and the sunshine
so easily trade places.
And there's a freeway maybe I'll arrive
before the darkness turns to night.
And an airplane, tiny bottles of booze
that carry me away from you.
California on repeat.
An endless loop I might never leave.
California like a radio song.
Learned all the words so I have to sing along.
It aint easy to love, it ain't easy to change
but it's easy to forget when you've lost your way.
A hundred more miles, angels ahead
but I'm missing what I left behind again.
San Francisco, I've never known a city with your wiles.
Your kindness in disguise, beauty like a mistress.
And there's a freeway maybe I'll arrive
before the darkness turns to night.
Or an airplane, tiny bottles of booze
that carry me away from you.
California on repeat.
An endless loop I might never leave.
California like a radio song.
Learned all the words so I have to sing along.
We've all got something to hide
but the sun blinds at just the right angle
and then sets over an ocean just like a cradle.
And there's a freeway maybe I'll arrive
before the darkness turns to night.
Or an airplane, tiny bottles of booze
that carry me away from you.
California on repeat.
An endless loop I might never leave.
California like a radio song.
Learned all the words so I have to sing along.
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Woke up out of bed like the alarm said.
Made coffee like I wanted to be sleeping instead.
Showered like I hoped to pause the play of the day,
but the day carried on anyway.
So I got ready for work like it mattered.
Left my lover asleep like we mattered.
Parked my car like I cared for it.
Sat at my desk like I never thought of breaking it.
Oh the day. Then the night.
Oh the day and then the night.
Oh the way thoughts collide
with all that meets the eye.
Oh the day, then the night.
Woke up out of bed before the alarm said.
Made coffee like I was already awake again.
Showered like I hoped the day might bring
more than expected things.
So I got ready for work like it didn’t matter.
Left my lover asleep like we didn’t matter.
Parked my car like I never cared for it.
Sat at my desk like I might end up breaking it.
Oh the day. Then the night.
Oh the day and then the night.
Oh the way thoughts collide
with all that meets the eye.
Oh the day, then the night.
Morning breaks like my heart’s awake.
Then morning breaks like we might forsake
that our hearts are wide.
Our hearts are wide awake.
Oh the day. Then the night.
Oh the day and then the night.
Oh the way thoughts collide
with all that meets the eye.
Oh the day, then the night.
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6. |
In Dreams
03:35
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Safety Pin
04:09
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Hold the end of this moment
while I get a safety pin.
I'm not ready to unravel once again.
Hold the end of this moment
think I could fix it with a stitch.
Let it barely tear, let it fray,
let us make it through the day.
And I know that you've known better
and I know that you've known worse,
but we're stuck together
like the witch doctor's favorite curse.
Oh but the light shines through the window
where the curtains never mend,
and there's the morning sun
like beginning once again.
Hold the end of this moment
while I get a safety pin.
Put the scissor away,
throw your hands up and tell me to stay.
Hold the end of this moment
like a dress for your wedding day,
and remember all those plans we never made.
And I know that I've known better
and I know that I've known worse,
but we're stuck together
like the witch doctor's favorite curse.
Oh but the light shines through the window
where the curtains never mend,
and there's the morning sun
like beginning once again.
We have more than enough.
We have more than enough, we have us.
And that light through the window
where the curtains never mend,
the morning sun like beginning once again.
The morning sun just like that safety pin.
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8. |
The Shallow End
03:59
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There's a sea of possibility,
I see you swimming endlessly.
The maps of your days
on the surface all look the same.
And a shallow love is the shallow end.
A shallow love is the shallow end.
The deeper we go
we find the deep carries us home.
What if you ask for what you want?
Make peace with what you need.
Believe when you're short on truth,
let make believe escape you.
'Cause a shallow love is the shallow end.
A shallow love is the shallow end.
The deeper we go
we find the deep carries us home.
But you never surrender.
No you never surrender,
and you never drown.
No you never surrender,
but now it's time to forgive
what you say that you'll forget.
‘Cause a shallow love is the shallow end.
A shallow love is the shallow end.
The deeper we go
we find the deep carries us home.
And a shallow love is just a shallow end.
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9. |
Cut it Out
03:30
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I wear these jeans like I'd wear your skin.
Wish you were something I could slip into.
I'm jealous of the scar above your hip.
Wish I was something as permanent.
I'm obsessed with things that'll never be mine
the touch of a hand, the feel of the sky.
I close my eyes and pretend to die
knowing I get it right next time.
Oh cut it out, cut it out, cut it out.
Surgically remove me
from being my own worst enemy.
New dreams. Clean slate. Blank page. Dirty days.
Remember when I used to get high just on you?
And I wonder how to make it last,
wanting the flight without the crash,
wanting the burn without the hurt.
Always sounding the silent alarm.
Oh cut it out, cut it out, cut it out.
Surgically remove me
from being my own worst enemy.
Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out. . .
Grant us patience as a virtue like the trees
that run rings around patience
as an opiate for the masses.
Always waiting. Always waiting.
Cut it out, cut it out.
Cut it out.
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10. |
Where You've Been
04:45
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Sunrise bleeds to sunset.
We strain to stay open like eyes.
You're looking ahead aways.
Seeing nothing but the wind that carries your days.
'Cause plans were made for tracks and trains.
Home is where you've been
and might not be again.
Spin round me in that almost new dress
like you've finally found the world's axis.
Dance with me like we don't need
a future but it's ours if we dare to dream.
'Cause plans were made for tracks and trains.
Home is where you've been
and might not be again.
But if the heart is a photograph of what will be
of what it might all mean.
Then picture you, picture me, picture today
in a still frame that's running away like a train.
Sunset bleeds to sunrise.
We take comfort in closing our eyes.
Rewriting the day in sleep,
saving only that which the soul might keep.
'Cause plans were made for tracks and trains
and home is where you've been,
and you might not be again.
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I took off my clothes like I was in bed alone.
Left nothing on like I had nothing to lose.
Stared at the ceiling but I couldn't see the stars.
Held my whiskey, like I almost drank too much.
So I reached out to you like it didn't matter.
Reached out to sleep like it didn't matter.
Then dreams like tiny impossibilities
hidden in the smile of a teenage beauty queen.
Oh the day. Then the night.
Oh the day and then the night.
Oh the way thoughts collide
with all that meets the eye.
Oh the day, then the night.
I took off my clothes like you were in bed alone.
Left nothing on like we had everything.
Stared through the ceiling like I could see the stars.
Held on like I hold my whiskey.
So I reached out to you like it mattered.
Reached out for sleep like it mattered.
Then dreams like tiny possibilities
hidden in the hope of a teenage beauty queen.
Oh the day. Then the night.
Oh the day and then the night.
Oh the way thoughts collide
with all that meets the eye.
Oh the day, then the night.
Evening falls like we're there to catch her.
Or evening falls like we might forsake
that our hearts are wide,
our hearts are still wide awake.
Oh the day. Then the night.
Oh the day and then the night.
Oh the way thoughts collide
with all that meets the eye.
Oh the day, then the night.
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Arrica Rose & the ...'s Los Angeles, California
Arrica Rose & the ...’s are a Los Angeles-based group (say Dot Dot Dots) playing a unique brand of California folk-pop. Drawing inspiration from timeless records made long ago, Rose's music hints at dream pop, Americana, and vintage rock ‘n‘ roll all dressed up in dreamy vocals and ethereal soundscapes. ... more
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