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Half-Asleep
01:12
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Golden
03:10
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Frigid winters
Bringin' warmer summers
And out on the coast there's something new
An easy breeze
Out on the wood mezzanine
Buildings block most of the vibrant hues
Busy sounds
Gettin' less loud
Sat for an hours conversation
No one thinks that
They're in the golden years
We're golden now, and we're ready
Are we ready now?
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3. |
This Dreaming Hill
02:49
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In the sky we're facin'
The air's been tasting like spoiled thrills
And I've been wasted
For two weeks straight and there's nothin to kill
The time in all of this flat world
The branches all start to curl
Up on this dreaming hill
I've got to go
Away from here 'cause everything looks sad
So I'll retreat to Chicago
Where it's not quite as bad
Here I've taken sentimental souvenirs
While I try to think of a career
That doesn't dry me up
And they all just dried me up
With allegories I've retained
On witless works where I write my name
And the strangers become more strange
While I'm watching my life change
And the lights burn holes in my brain
And songs all sound the same
When I'm not like I always thought
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Tuned In
03:02
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This culture that I've bought into
Isn't that interesting
Just lackluster things I'll always see
What else is there really to do?
Well I guess not much, you're out of luck
I should leave but I'll be back within a month
Or maybe not, things are changing
The waves push and pull what's left of what we thought
Of everything that never meant shit to us
There's a lot of things I thought I knew
When I was a part of some group
That never was astute about anything
And I'd like to say that I'd forgive you
But I don't know, so I'll just go
Away from all that brings the subjects up
If that's not enough I'll ignore
Them for the novelty of knowing what they'll think
In a week from now when it all just comes back up
Try to keep up
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5. |
No Absolutes
03:07
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I woke up today
Feelin' about half normal
Without much today
It's considered cynical
I promise I just didn't get much sleep
Everyone's uptight
Everyone's alright in some big huddle crowds
Always around
When some sensationalism fills the room
Someone's met their own material doom
That breeze is nice
I might go outside later
The skies are gray
I hope it doesn't rain later
Stories of atrocities by noon
I'm sure that it'll all blow over soon
I get back home
Feelin' pretty close to normal
And kinda stoned
Sittin' in a loosened circle
Discussing how there is no side to choose
When absolutely against absolutes
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6. |
Cure to Nausea
03:08
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Cure to Nostalgia
02:50
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Half-Awake
00:59
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9. |
The Next Morning
04:39
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I'm now here, I'm nowhere
But it's more of somewhere than there
I can see the way I breathe and it doesn't bother me
Another mild winter is upon us
Now it's summer and the air feels heavy
But it's not the same weight as before
And normally I'd try to find a reason to be depressed
But now it's different 'cause I can't find one
Starin' out the window at the one visible section of the sky
'Til it's gotten dark, everything's been lifted
It's quite enough to hear the street lamps
And the next morning I'll feel like shit and I won't mind it
I don't mind it
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There's nowhere that I'd rather be
Than in this world of devotees
To something that they'll never be
And useless things we get for free
Where all we ever think we'll need
Surround us on some giant screens
Where everybody's different dreams
Are really all just thought to be the same
And after everything's been done
And every side's convinced they've one
And every doubt is cast upon
Decisions that were overdrawn
And nothing's ever justified
When it's just a few that get to thrive
And I'll never fuckin' understand
Why there's always nothing left to be said
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11. |
Title Track
05:48
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Angry drivers all beating their horns
So they're understood
The city hollers all through the walls
A haze of nicotine keepin' it warm
In the room made of wood
The night just hollers outside the walls
Nights are groanin, seasons changin
The majesty of tall glarin screens is waning
Taking shallow advice from people using given it as a vice
This place ain't good for my health
I'm heading south of somewhere else
Youngsters dressed in ardent attires
Ain't got no clues
The sun's come up, that should be enough
Brains burning in localized fires
Doused by the brew
The sun's come up, I don't wanna get up
The night has groaned the season's changed
The majesty of tall glarin screens has waned to nothing
And now on the porch thoughts and senses dispose
To reveal everywhere is destined
To always end up the same
Will always end up the same
We'll always end up the same
Repeating what you've heard
'Til it sounds absurd
Repeating what you've heard
About all the biggest fuckin' words
Repeating what you've heard
'Til it sounds absurd
Repeating what you've heard
About the biggest words
Just to keep up
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The Drafts are a noisy rock quartet based in Chicago.
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