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Anchors Aweigh
04:06
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You've got a penchant for California hangovers
Between the best and what is left.
The best and what is left.
On the balcony of eternal summer
Our clothes folded on the hotel bed
In one final rebellion
We drove down the winding coast.
Knowing we both helped create it.
And you'd say "Anchors aweigh!"
I found a box of perfect matches
Dropped them in my pocket
And tore my plane ticket in half.
In the same rags with a new commitment
And a telescope outstretched
One continent and then the next.
So we drove down the winding coast
Knowing we're in dire straits.
And you'd say, "Anchors aweigh!"
My dinner guests were running late
The copper watchdog tamed the snakes
And the silence was piercing.
The Empire State is running through my veins
While you're packing up your things
And it's gonna hurt when you leave.
So we drove down the winding coast.
I know I should be letting go.
But it's a birthday party babe,
So just one last time won't you come and spin in place?
And you'd say "Anchors aweigh!"
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Rock Unturned
03:51
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Burnished black event horizon
We're anticipating all the while.
You look at all the houses in the world.
Yeah, you look at all the houses in the world.
The time starts to ripple
And echoes through a worn out hymnal.
Everything started out so simple
Then it spun into Andromeda.
Singing arias of your childhood
With the fervor of a painted stallion.
The time starts to burn
And echoes through your working world.
Your thoughts are stacked and alphabetical.
To count on me is just counting sheep.
You're taking roots and then you're history.
While we're standing on a rock unturned.
And everyone knows we should have learned.
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Morning Paper
03:48
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Endless summer sweat,
A hay moon overhead,
Collecting a deck of diamonds
From the gutter I was thrown in,
I clean my cuts and sweep the dust
Into a spinning consciousness.
Kerosene was rising in the cavernous basement,
I'm a businessman with my tie slackened and bloodstream boiling,
Holding a compass with a hundred hands and peacock feathers recurring.
Digging in the sediment with dirt under our nails,
Echoes in our eardrums from the belly of a whale
The circuitry is surrounding me.
You'll be back when you get over all these preoccupations,
With a lantern lit and the window cracked that wept white raindrops.
You've been sacrificing ambitions for a shot at redemption,
For a shot at a transition as the silver steam glistens.
We were lion statuettes,
Crumbled and contemptuous
Guarding the morning paper.
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You saw me off
Waving a handkerchief in the air at the dock.
You turned to stone,
With a tear of blood that hit the shore and it rippled.
The lines of cars were a funeral procession
Falling from your arms
And the sun was swallowed,
Fireworks exploded and in mid-air froze.
So I stare at the ceiling, the toxicity peaks.
I keep the paintings covered,
Their faces are insufferable.
I keep letters in envelopes;
A graveyard full of ghosts.
The fever boiled and was broken.
The grandfather clock that used to watch over us
Had a mighty beating heart
That resonated through our own vessels.
You turned to stone
Like that lighthouse we once called our own.
And no matter what great return,
I could never repay the restitution.
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Time Capsule
03:40
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Into a time capsule goes a bygone era,
Into a time capsule goes the broken eggshells
I'm caught in the shrill search beam of a helicopter
Blades furiously spinning
On the streets we walked so comfortably.
Into a time capsule goes a stamp collection
Into a time capsule goes the television
Countless hours conceived, cathode rays emitting
Intoxicate, disassociate and wait up for me.
Enough!
The fireflies light up inside a crystal ball.
Enough!
Buried and forgotten,
Our lucky charms star-crossed.
And swept under the rug.
Into a time capsule goes our jealousy
Into a time capsule goes all the receipts
When the river drinks the color spectrum,
The rust and oil form a meniscus,
It's possible to walk on the water.
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Proud Simon New York
Proud Simon was an Americana band from Rochester, New York, who formed in 2003. The band consisted of cousins Brian Keenan and Charlie Monte Verde. Over the course of the next 8 years, the band relocated to Brooklyn, went through countless lineup changes and recorded 3 LPs and 3 EPs. Their final EP was "Anchors Aweigh" in 2009. Songwriter Brian Keenan now performs under his own name. ... more
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