1. |
In Casts Again
03:08
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When I was young I broke me arm
on a wooden bench
my dad said, "you can't stop the world
from happening."
I would pull the cast
a little further back
and wipe the water from my eyes
I guess I always found ways
to try
21, falling out of love
with you Chicago
90 days and I'm losing faith
on the plane home
I've blamed the distance
and the circumstance
every single step I've made
When I was saving sinking ships
fighting fights I couldn't win
even if your heart's in casts again
you can let someone in
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2. |
Blueprints To Blankets
03:37
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Julie Anne
I've caught you
I've found you
in my trembled hands
I'm awkward, I'm clumsy
that's who I am
Indie bands
wrote songs about us
our scattered plans
were blueprints to blankets
to some fabled place
so far away
You won't be back
if you go now
and I'll feel trapped
inside this house
Julie Anne
the gifts couldn't save us
no invention was foolish.
but honest.
to keep us from
what we'd become
it's who I was
I was a letter
you were pictures
we don't talk
I don't sleep
I won't stay here
in this bedroom
where you said you
couldn't stand the weight that was on you
of the love songs
and the poems
I searched for words, you said that they were the problem
You won't be back if you go right now
and I'll feel trapped inside this house
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3. |
I'll Be The Whale
02:57
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I wish the lake would burn
with that paddle boat
and every song would turn
into a symphony show
and every time you laughed
it would just be halloween
and every time you rained
I would dry you up
again
If they knock us down
I could lay down with you you
the ground would be the sky
then I bet we'd have something to aim to
if they knock down our dreams
we'll tear down their walls
and laugh in the front lawn
until they chase us down
again
I'll be the whale this time
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4. |
The Walls Still Creak
03:07
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My arm is cold
it's fast asleep
the static pulls
lint across your cheek
You hold your wrists
so anxious now
if you say what you're about to
I'm walking out
I'm walking out.
The walls still creak
and the floor boards bend
like when our backs laid flat
across the kitchen
you would lock the door
when all the lights turned out
your dreams would speak
but you're so silent now
So where'd you go?
Some towers of gold?
Where the blame you left won't follow
Well, these walls still creak
And the floors still speak
The words that you never said to me
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5. |
Stop Counting Days
04:01
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There she goes again
lighting all her cigarettes
with someone else's matches
only things that lasted longer than
all the new born, born agains
she'll try to get to know you
and stay very far from you at the same time
Isn't that a little strange?
I've lost count of days
Tallies crossed on a book of pages
all my friends cut their wrists
all of their lives are scribbled scripture
dissonance in a sculpture
I keep my eyes on the exit signs
until I fall asleep
But there's no sleep
there are no dreams
these passing lights put life in my veins
I was lost
You were not
I can't ever make that change
So this is I tried
This is goodbye
These are intentions to mean it this time
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6. |
Anaheim
09:03
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My father was a carpenter
he built this house for my mother
and when they left anaheim
she said "I'm scared"
he said, "so am I
but we both know
the kind of pain
left in these walls
they're in our names
so lets take our boys
and drive them east
if you look back
tell me of the crooked arms
and how they bent the least
the ones who stood back up
were still standing
and that if we go right now
we'll never be left behind
that there is a place for us
if we close our eyes"
So don't you let me
walk away if I try
don't you know I've been waiting
for someone like you to arrive?
If you go
I'll go
because where you go
I'll make my home.
home.
my father was a carpenter
he built this house for my mother.
(kid, you've fallen again. for summer love and railroad fashion. care, such care you take. to stop your hands from the ways that they shake. but the way you toss and turn at night is not holy speech or divine. you love the sounds of glass. i love the way you tell me that. see the headlights turning red? like comets in a fish eye lens? i stared as you fell asleep, and dreamt of the city. but the way you toss and turn at night is not holy speech or divine. you drive when you can't sleep, but the roads keep you empty like the words in the songs that i sing. so i'll keep you safe in the walls behind my teeth. till the casts fall by your feet. because i count the days in an endless tally. the days before you found me.)
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Painted Giants Asheville, North Carolina
Painted Giants is an alternative rock trio from Asheville, North Carolina. All members are students of music at Western Carolina University and have just released their debut album, "Anaheim."
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