1. |
Portland, OR (Single)
05:22
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How long did it take
To map out the borders and name all the streets?
At what rate
Did the tide
Of settlers and state
Sweep through the valley
And fasten a lock at the gate?
How much will it cost
To rent out a room in the town
Where your grandparents rot?
It's a gift,
A history wrapped in myth.
Nothing is manifest,
All of these narratives drift.
One day at a time,
Changes by design,
Only to unwind.
This place was never mine.
How bad would it hurt
To uproot the notion
That memories live in the dirt
Underfoot,
Or the air in our lungs?
A story's as much in the ear
As it is in the tongue.
One day at a time,
Changes by design,
Only to unwind.
This place was never mine.
Wishes said aloud
Are tokens of the proud,
While buried in the ground,
These bones won't make a sound.
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How long did it take
To map out the borders and name all the streets?
At what rate
Did the tide
Of settlers and state
Sweep through the valley
And fasten a lock at the gate?
How much will it cost
To rent out a room in the town
Where your grandparents rot?
It's a gift,
A history wrapped in myth.
Nothing is manifest,
All of these narratives drift.
One day at a time,
Changes by design,
Only to unwind.
This place was never mine.
How bad would it hurt
To uproot the notion
That memories live in the dirt
Underfoot,
Or the air in our lungs?
A story's as much in the ear
As it is in the tongue.
One day at a time,
Changes by design,
Only to unwind.
This place was never mine.
Wishes said aloud
Are tokens of the proud,
While buried in the ground,
These bones won't make a sound.
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3. |
The Oddest Endeavor
07:10
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Have you ever felt down
Have you ever felt
Out
Out of touch and out of sync
With the words
That dribble out of your mouth
Well I'm here to tell
You
Now
How it only gets a little worse
Before it gets a little bit
Worse
It only gets worse
Now I live alone
Trinkets keep me company
Tethered to the stone
Waiting for the oddest
E
I've seen it drive the girls
Mad
And I've seen it drive the boys mad too
I've seen it wander up and down
And up and down
And up and down the block
Like a junkie in a worn out pair of tennis shoes
And it feels like an ice cube
On the frontal lobe
You can't eat it
You can't drink it
You can't sew it
You can only ever watch it grow
So who would waste their time
Weaving myth in harmony
Guilty of the crime
Seeking
Meeting
Greeting
The oddest
Now I live alone
Weaving myth in harmony
Nothing left to show
Chasing
Facing
Embracing
The oddest
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Dan Klee Portland, Oregon
Arena rock from the garage.
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