1. |
Bundle Up
03:50
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Why are we in a place like this and
Who did what in Minneapolis? so
Pack what you need to survive this winter and
Bundle up bundle up
You wanna know the odds of survival?
I hate to say it's 1:1
After all we're just soft machines
That need somebody; bundle up
Ain't it just our luck little darlin'?
Ain't it just our luck everybody?
Took a dip with the fins and teeth
That swim behind your eyes
They're the sharks of isolation
They're the sharks of isolation
We like to think that we're good enough and
Yeah sometimes that's true
But everyone's got blind spots
Some work they just can't do
Ain't it just our luck little darlin'?
Ain't it just our luck everybody?
It's ok it's alright it's just a trick of the mind
Ain't you got a heart?
Ain't you got a soul?
Ain't you got love?
Ain't' that enough?
Ain't you know right from wrong?
Ain't you know right from wrong?
Ain't you know it?
Ain't you know right from wrong?
I wanna see myself oh yes but
Through someone else's eyes
T-I-M-E is a vampire, baby
I've seen somethings and
You've seen somethings and
That's all there is to it.
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2. |
Windshield
03:42
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Hands on the wheel - you think you’re driving
Maybe yeah, maybe no
Eyes on the road - you see highway
Signs you know
Foot on the gas - steady riding
Check the sides - check behind
Operate this machine you
Think you own
The tableau you make
Is not safe (nothing is)
Faster than you can process
Opposition intersect
No prediction, no warning
It’s a wreck
If we are glass - even tempered
But not unbreakable
Things we pass - encounters
Change us
A Shocking refrain
Gravel hit the pane of the
Window - from the road
When your windshield gets hit it’ll
Splinter out - it’ll
Sting in tracks - it’ll
Sink you - and from
Where I sit at the end of one line
I can see it true
What the violence do
Mental chain reactions - tiny wars
Hit the brakes - then fall silent
Better check the damage done
Take a breath and pull sideways
Kick your hazards on
Check the flash on the window
Look at the lines now drawn
A bouquet of violence
Centered on one bad luck stone
This is what remains
Cracks make a frame
Of your window - so it goes
When your windshield gets hit it’ll
Splinter out - it’ll
Sting in tracks - it’ll
Sink you - and from
Where I sit at the end of one line
I can see it true
What the violence do
Mental chain reactions - tiny wars
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3. |
Chances Are
06:00
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Everyone wants somethin’
Yeah they just don’t know what the
Chances are
Of gathering for certain
Exactly what you thought you had
Worked for
We do what we gotta do
Yes - we can take a hit or two
Take it easy now slow runner
Take it easy now I know
You gotta run
Arm yourself for cuttin’
Cross your finish line
Your race is run
We do what we gotta do
Yes - we can take a hit or two
Dark clouds do come ‘round
But they ain’t evil at heart
Don’t mean to rain down
Don’t mean to hit so hard
But it don’t make the ceiling fall
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4. |
Alright Alright
03:44
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Take a little while to get it straight
I don’t mind babe, I can wait all
Evening - I will stay right here
Anytime you wanna lay to waste those
Things inside that cause you pain
Daily - day after day, year after year
All the angles skewed inside our heads
Oh don’t let ‘em fool you now ‘cause
Things are cruel in private hell
Oh you what they can do to you - just say
Alright - It’s cool, yeah baby baby say
Alright - It’s cool, yeah baby baby
For tonight let’s forgive ourselves for
The way we feel the rest of the week hey
Baby - we can put our minds to bed - and then
In morning when you fix your hair and
I’ll be yawning and I’ll see you look in the mirror
And maybe make a smile instead
Damn the angles skewed inside our heads
Oh don’t let ‘em fool you now ‘cause
Things are cruel in private hell
Oh you know what they can do to you - just say
Alright - It’s cool, yeah baby baby say
Alright - It’s cool, yeah baby baby
If all your plans did come
Too late, and undone
If all your time you waste
But still, no fun
Hesitate - and just say
Alright - It’s cool, yeah baby baby say
Alright - It’s cool, yeah baby baby
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5. |
The Diplomat
03:19
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I’d like to take my head off
At the end of the day
Stop the gears spinning
A change I can make
I’m a steady tactician
Attaché
A person who can deal with
Things in a sensitive way
It’s not a fake out I deal in
I’m operating
It’s the face I was born with
Negotiator
I measure every sentence
Every move I make
Against responses
Actions to take, and
I feel it in my teeth, yeah
I feel it in my skull
I feel in my neck bones
It's a friend that doesn't go
What’s broken I can fix it
What pain I can hear
What advice I can give, yeah
To make it go clear
It’s not a fake out I deal in
I’m operating
It’s the face I was born with
Negotiator
I’m at the end of my rope
And nobody knows, 'cause
That space was never given
So I learned to keep it close
But maybe sorta kinda
I might need something
That could ever so slightly
Deviate the plan (hey)
It’s not a fake out I deal in
I’m operating
It’s the face I was born with
Negotiator
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6. |
This Morning
03:53
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Sunrise hits all eyes
It’s frightenin'
To begin
A candle burnin'
Hold time; be kind
Not an easy thing
To begin
A candle burnin'
This is your wave now better
Get ridin'
We are beings of light
Before we go down
In the night
We meet our friends for shelter yeah
In the day
We use our hands
To scratch our heads
What can we say?
To celebrate
This morning
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7. |
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What do you see when you close your eyes?
What do you feel in that shadow?
Nothin' wrong with a darkened sky
Nothin' wrong to get rattled
Breakdown, breakdown, you're right
We don't learn if we stay dry
Say that you got a dark turn of mind
Don't mean you breathe shadow
Say that you got some pain inside
Don't mean you can't keep a light on
Breakdown, breakdown, you're right
We don't learn if we stay dry
The draw of the void is a common fight and
How we choose to keep tethered
Don't gauge yourself by holding high
Shit you know you can't measure
Breakdown, breakdown, you're right
We don't learn if we stay dry
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8. |
Lil Inferno
03:12
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I’ll tell you what my problem is:
Everything’s a war
And I can’t keep up with it
Oh lord
Yet somehow I am complicit in
All these evils I don’t know
Is it a sin I guess it is
To ignore
Oh, the blood it is on my hand
I swear I done nothing wrong
I try to clean it, I try to clean it all
Deny it all on the stand
I’m not a criminal
& I believe it, & I believe it
Yes, I am a pessimist
Could you blame me at all?
I put all the information in
Let it crawl
Yeah I’m feelin’ guilty
I’ve been guilty from the start
I blame everyone I see
Here we are
Oh, the blood it is on my hand
I swear I done nothing wrong
I try to clean it, I try to clean it all
Deny it all on the stand
I’m not a criminal
& I believe it, & I believe it
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9. |
Streamline
03:54
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Got two arms full of tools I use
Tissue blade full of clay hey I view
Resistance as
Wasteful
As I streamline
Oh I streamline
'Til the form can be revealed
Then I can go to sleep
I got two eyes for the shapes I see
Sculpture knives full of tape I keep on
Chipping in
Oh a little closer
As I streamline
Oh I streamline
'Til the form can be revealed
Then I can go to sleep
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Eric Haugen North Carolina
Eric Haugen is guitarist, collaborator, songwriter, and YouTube presenter.
In addition to
his own works, you can hear him on records by Fake Swedish, David Karsten Daniels, Physics of Meaning, The Strugglers, Brice Randall Bickford, Mount Moriah, Open Field, Birds and Arrows, Rachel Kiel & The Outboards.
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