1. |
Overture
05:27
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Spending all this time trying to catch up,
who knows just what we'll find when we finally stop.
But on goes the chase.
Off runs the rabbit,
never to escape my shadow,
and someday to find itself within my reach.
I'll get my lucky rabbits' feet.
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2. |
Pink Carnations
03:39
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Laughing eyes tell it all before she even opens her mouth to speak
My shaky knees rat me out, a silly kid with his head in the clouds
Standing on her front porch with Dianthus clutched in both my sweaty fists
One moment in this queasy dream and then she cuts in,
"Oh, Merl, a hundred thousand flowers wouldn't make a difference,
and pink carnations don't mean what you think. It's not that kind of love.
But let me count the ways to tell you I'm not interested,
and there's a flower here for each of them."
Wicked one, talk to me, tell me all, c'mon give me a clue
If I could, I would stay far away from whatever poisons you
Sweet Dianthus falling to the floor, a spray around our feet
I turn to run and in the wind, in the wind she is calling
"Oh, Merl, a hundred thousand flowers wouldn't make a difference,
and pink carnations don't mean what you think. It's not that kind of love.
But let me count the ways to tell you that I'm not interested,
and there's a flower here for each of them."
Flying feet bear me away
Gentle wind come to touch my face
Colors bleed out into space
And the ground pushes up pink carnations
all around, all I can see, pink carnations
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3. |
Until Dawn I
04:59
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none
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4. |
Suspiciously Blissful
04:08
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Go out easy, in the middle it's easy,
wrap it up easy, take some time slowing down
no need to push to find a pace that feels good
just go on glide, glide on
Leave it all for a while, loosen up and then cut back
got no reason to find any meaning
Loosen up for a while, leave it all and then cut back
got no reason to find any meaning
any meaning
There's no sign of all that I created
Broken stems abound
nibbled down, they're barely there
The fields are empty all around
Leave it all for a while, loosen up and then cut back
got no reason to find any meaning
Loosen up for a while, leave it all and then cut back
got no reason to find any meaning
any meaning
There is power inside me, I know it
where can I find the path that leads me back to it
where can I find release
Morning sun soon reveals rabbit tracks through the field
and at the edge he sits and laughs
a pink carnation in his teeth
Leave it all for a while, loosen up and then cut back
got no reason to find any meaning
Loosen up for a while, leave it all and then cut back
got no reason to find any meaning
any meaning
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5. |
Until Dawn II
02:56
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none
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6. |
Tempo Tempo
03:25
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Wake up to find that goddamn rabbit at my window,
disdain showing in the twitching of his nose
He turns his head aside,
rolls one eye and then he's off
I'm up and out the front door
in time to see him turn the corner
Got to go out fast, got to keep him in sight
Don't let him get too far ahead
Try not to blow up
You can recover when you're dead
Got to give it just enough
I can see him slowing down
Bloody footprints dot the ground
I lift my eyes to the sky
The earth rises and cracks
Cliffs now block his path
Mountains leap up all around
He surveys the result of my wrath and says
You will never get ahead
Look at yourself, you're blowing up
and finding a crack in the mountain he makes his escape
with a wink and a shake of his tail
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7. |
Until Dawn III
01:43
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Now as evening turns to night,
I'm getting ready
Put my shoes by the bed,
oh, I'll just wear them instead
Now it's time to kill the lights,
take a deep breath,
remember how far I've come
Gonna wait until dawn,
though my desire to sleep is strong,
and the night, it seems so long
And then I'm gonna catch that rabbit
Stars are filling up the sky
I'm watching closely,
cause it seems like they've changed,
and I can't find any
constellations I recognize
It's all different here
But I'll wait until dawn,
though my desire to sleep is strong,
and the night, it seems so long
And then I'm gonna catch that rabbit
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8. |
Finale
04:43
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All my life pursuing
the endlessly receding
yeah, I've already taken my place
and I was made for this race
Looming up above me,
this hill it has no crest
Ahead the rabbit pulls away,
and I give it all
I give all I've got left
The sweet, sweet ache of my body breaking,
is all I can hold in my mind
I reach out my hand and grab
the one thing that'll bring me luck
in the little time I have,
cause the hill goes on forever
and my strength is at an end
And the colors have bled out
and the darkness nearly come
but I run,
holding something bleeding,
finally lucky
and still running
(I got my lucky rabbits' feet)
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The Little Waves Buffalo, New York
The Little Waves are a power trio in the truest sense, bringing a musicality and sonic complexity that belies their number, meanwhile spinning stories along the way. Their fractured pop songcraft draws from all points and showcases texture and dissonance as much as it does melody. Stories are told not just on the lyric sheet, but in the gradual transformation of the music that supports it. ... more
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