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Wasting Time
02:55
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Beyond the cell towers
Framed by clouds
I know that you're out there
Beyond the empty lines and easy crowds
I know that you're out there
The world's a spiral lifting off
I'm on the ground to watch
Just wasting time in hopes you will drop
A yellow raincoat and my swollen eyes
Searching for sunlight
Everyone has told me stupid look at the sky
But I'd search until midnight
Never found the piece
I have only given interviews
I get my 60 minutes and we move on
This book's got tattered pages and
A story that's worthwhile
I guess that sort of thing's gone out of style
The world's a spiral lifting off
I'm on the ground to watch
Just wasting time in hopes you will drop
Something better than a screen
I'm sick of these machines
Will a shooting star ever fall for me?
I'll stay up with you and see
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Don't Let Me Get Old
03:51
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Don't let me get old
Don't let the sand under my feet blow away
And turn to concrete
Instead let the wind carry me away
Life's more than a mould
Put the charts and graphs away and start a race
Mister Softee plays from two streets up
You're paying if you lose
Don't let me go
Men in suits are tapping their shoes in my doorway
Like the singing sirens of a high-rise city that gets
nearer every day
There's a light in your eyes
Burning brighter than any cold fluorescent bulb
In the city
Please don't go there, they will cover up the sky
To hide from their trial
Ohh, don't let me (get old)
Don't let me get old
So don't take it away
Don't let the curtains fall and let it go to waste
If there's a God I think i've seen it
In the smile on your face
Don't let it go
Men in suits are paying debts while I am singing
And the distant noises
Of the high rise city
Like the catcalls of a fading memory
Cause I've made my choices
And I'd rather sleep here in the dark
Away from all the lights with you
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Open My Windows
03:55
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So qualified and dignified
And the smile that I love
A picture shows so clearly
That you've got all you could want
Because I've asked you for some time
But time is a luxury spent by those without adventure
I'd love to go broke but I need to sleep
And dreamers are the ones with foolhardy endeavors
Oh, in all the noise that fills our lives
I wonder what you hear
The beating of my tell-tale heart
Will never reach your ears
But anyway
I wrote my name
In the frost on all your windows
I don't think you'll see it in time
(But I don't think you're ever inside)
It's easy to sound brave when I'm alone and you're off in the mountains
Where millions are screaming your name
Held up so high you won't notice my arms
I'd catch you if you fell
But everyone else would as well
I've asked you for some time
But time is a luxury spent by those without adventure
I'd love to go broke but i need to sleep
And dreamers are the ones with foolhardy endeavors
I used to hate going outside
But now I do it all the time
I guess I just needed to hear a voice like yours echoing somewhere other than my head
My head is a sale of small details
And I'll build you a tower if you ask me
But you're seated in starlight already
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Ocean
05:22
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So many fish in the sea
But I guess not enough for me
I've gone to the ocean to clear my head
To forget about things I wish that I'd said
And the lies that you'd been fed
I took little steps
But when I got there, there was nothing left
I've come to the ocean and looked across
If I were to leave, who would be at loss?
Cause I've said I'm fine
But by the time
This beach gives in
To the human condition
I won't forget that face
I've come to ocean to clear my head
But now I'm thinking about things I wish that I'd said
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Winter's checked out sooner than my fingertips expected
Or maybe I'm just warm with you
I haven't checked the weather
In a while
Democracy is complicated by our free opinions
So I'd prefer to skip that stuff
Let life make the decisions
I don't mind
I think we should stop kidding
Because truthfully I was blind
So the ceiling fan made me feel like I was flying
But you have reminded me
how the wind felt through my wings
(And that little bird within me
sings)
When I crawl in bed I tuck my left foot under my right knee
You didn't know that, now you do
I'm taking quite an intimate approach
You and I could talk for hours
Waiting for a bell to sound
Among the subjectivity
And questions so, like you, profound
I want to share a truth I think I've finally found
I know
I know
I'm singing just for you
An educated mouth
Betrays a lingering sense of doubt
The power is out
Pretend we're astronauts
With cardboard boxes
And a roll of foil
Light the fuse and hold tight!
And if we end up space
Well, I'm happy to simply float away beside you
Bring Crayola paint and innocence
And your hands to keep us warm
Let's go color in the planet
Find the answers (if they matter)
What the fuck are we still doing here?
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Henry Mansfield Seattle, Washington
Seattle and LA-based anthemic piano rock. The best parts of Ben Folds, Death Cab for Cutie and Slingshot Dakota.
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