1. |
No Black Hole
02:46
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You've got one thing, I've got another
I'm thinking maybe we should help each other
Work a little less, make a little more
What else is it for?
You're either dying young or living to be poor
When we get traction, you'll see what I mean
Lower those shields, turn on that tractor beam
Move a little less, float a little more
Don't say you're unsure
You're either on this cruise or swimming to the shore
Stars are burning all of the time
You're no black hole cuz I can feel you just fine
I can feel you, I can hear you
My sun never sets when I am near you
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2. |
The Spins
04:06
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The room is full already
But there’s people walking in
Eyes seem so unsteady like
There’s no more room in here
Feel the friction, feel it set in
Now the floor is bending
Losing focus, we’re so heavy
Or are we just pretending
No one wants to slow down
But there’s no more room in here
Out of our control now
Screaming from the ceiling
A sea of faceless faces
Frantic but they feel it
So we might as well embrace it
Through the smoke and mirrors
I finally find you near me
But all my screams are whispers
And there’s no way you’ll hear me
No one wants to slow down
But there’s no more room in here
Out of our control now
The rabbit I’ve been chasing
Don’t know why I thought it was real
Lights on, the room is empty
Don’t know why I thought I’d see you
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3. |
Pillar of Salt
04:57
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I say the words, they float away
They don’t hold much weight
Cuz what they mean doesn’t show
You better let them go
Or they will let you down
The fire falls
Pillar of salt
I close the door and breath out
Don’t forget the in, keep walking
The neighbors fight, scream and shout
There’s no way they hear me talking
To myself or when I swear
For no good fucking reason at you
I hate the look that you wear
when you’re about to cry
The fire falls
Pillar of salt
Here’s my name on the card that Ohio gave me
For getting older keeping track of
Where I live down the road around town for 30 years
I’ve only had like five addresses
My fingerprints on a bottle of beer, like my 3rd one
I’ve got the credit bill to prove it
I don’t know the person
Who’s in the mirror
The fire falls
Pillar of salt
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4. |
Voices (v2)
04:00
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Two talking heads
tugging on our strings.
Marionettes
learning how to sing.
You must be afraid
You must not engage
Voices in your head
We go to bed,
they're in our sheets.
They're over your shoulder
and under your feet.
You must be afraid
Of all we have made
Voices in your head
You must be afraid
You must not engage
You must be afraid
Voices in your head
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5. |
It's a Crime
03:52
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Feeling the itch of a small town
I guess tonight I'm gonna run around
I was trying to hold out
Like a politician waiting for his next payout
A couple calls, a couple messages
and I'm possessing it, I'm running low
There's a lot on the line they take your money and time
No one knows, no one knows
We get so low and we haven't hit the bottom yet
And no one knows
That I'm feeling like there's no doing right
I know they're taking over, it's a crime
And I feel alive when I do what I like
I know they're building an explosion, say goodbye
Just read the news on the Internet, remember to pay the rent,
and there's all the evidence you're just surviving
We didn't make it, we're given it
And I am struggling with tons of it you're working for none of it
I think it's time that I slow it down
Working days always gets me down
About that time to be walking
I can see your lips but I can't hear you talking
We get so low and we haven't hit the bottom yet
And no one knows this is not a bottomless pit
And no one knows
That I'm feeling like there's no doing right
I know they're taking over, it's a crime
And I feel alive when I do what I like
I know they're building an explosion, say goodbye
By Chris Hartman
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6. |
Keep It On
04:04
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Breathing in and breathing out
Take it all in, don’t stop now
Time was always running out
But now it’s running over you
Feel the rush, endorphins rise
Nothing matters, open eyes
Remember rhythm is inside
Forget the chaos in my mind
Needing nothing to keep on moving on
Except my car with the radio on
I’m letting the music turn me on
Needing nothing to let go. Keep it on!
The pain in my heart is finally gone
I know this moment won’t last for long
It turns me on, keep it on!
Feeling heavy, sinking in
They’re throwing bombs and battling
I’m tired of the war within
Between the voices underneath my skin
Breathing in, the stars will rise
Nothing matters open eyes
Breathing out, rhythm inside
Forget the chaos in my mind
Needing nothing to keep on moving on
Except my car with the radio on
I’m letting the music turn me on
Needing nothing to let go. Keep it on!
The pain in my heart is finally gone
I know this moment won’t last for long
It turns me on, keep it on!
Breathing in and breathing out
Take it all in, don’t stop now
Time was always running out
But now it’s running over you
Needing nothing to keep on moving on
Except my car with the radio on
I’m letting the music turn me on
Needing nothing to let go. Keep it on!
The pain in my heart is finally gone
I know this moment won’t last for long
It turns me on, keep it on!
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7. |
Tricked
04:30
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Get up this morning, throw on my skin
Don’t talk about it, out as quick as I am in
Go out to lunch, eyes on my phone
The subtle art of blending in, standing out, and being alone
The more I think, the less I know
The right way to let it go
Got your eye on any? Yeah, over there
Serving coffee, pink shirt and blonde hair
But it’s not worth trying, we’d never get along
I can’t stomach anything that’s too bitter or too strong
The more I think, the less I know
The right way to let it go
I’m not broken but I’m not fixed
You’re getting better, I’m getting tricked
Driving home at the end of the day
You’re riding shotgun, in the back are my mistakes
The day’s not over cuz I'm still awake
Go to the basement, put my thoughts on display
When I think about it, how we barely spoke
But the house was spotless, and you folded my clothes
Now I’m dumping laundry baskets out onto the floor
And I can’t see the carpet, I don’t open blinds anymore
The more I think, the less I know
The right way to let it go
I’m not broken but I’m not fixed
You’re getting better, I’m getting tricked
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Frederick Fleet Youngstown, Ohio
Born in the capital of America's Rust Belt, Youngstown, Frederick Fleet writes and performs thoughtful music and does little
else. A no-frills sort of ensemble, the band believes in letting the music speak for itself.
Frederick Fleet is Chris Hartman and Gene Wilson.
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