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Outliers
03:28
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Outliers
Short term memory
Has always been my friend and my enemy
Every new day is just a new step away from a past that I can’t keep a part of me
I can’t lift the mist
So I wander through wistful and steadily
Forgetful of my days
So I’m hopeful for all that remains
So I’m hopeful for all that remains
Help me to remember
Lord knows I’ll forget
Help me to surrender
All my time to you
All these memories, they tiptoe away from me silently
And it’s up to a year before they choose to reveal they’ve left me alone here entirely
We all search for truth by stumbling around for our roots
And it’s the times that we find them that we keep as timeless
And I hope I can be that for you
Yes, I hope I will be that for you
Help me to remember
Lord knows I’ll forget
Help me to surrender
All my time to you
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Riverbank
04:55
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Riverbank
If we stand in a circle and all hold our hands tight
Do you think that we’ll feel heaven?
Do you think we’ll be alright?
I don’t know, but we should try
And if we reach the river that you say will be there
Will we jump in it together? I’m afraid I may be scared
Oh no, we mustn’t touch the water
Yeah, oh oooooh
And have you got your two coins?
I have sure got mine
We’ll hand them to the boat man when it’s the right time
And then we’ll be on our way to the other side
And all our friends and loved ones
Who are with us here no more
Are awaiting our arrival on that distant shore
And we’ll be with them all our restful days
Yeah, oh oooooh
Don’t look him in the eyes
Don’t look him in the eyes
Until we reach the other side
Yeah, oh ooooh
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Weight
03:26
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Weight
The clock on my wall is ticking slow
It’s hard to tell if it’s movin at all
It may have broke or time just may be quittin’
My whitewashed walls are turning grey
It’s not from smoke, not from decay
The room just wants to feel a little darker
So won’t you please, please let me out
It hurts my cause to scream and shout
And I’m pretty sure this door’s unlocked and open
I need a place to be to sleep these thoughts away
I need some space to breathe to alleviate the weight
So cast me a line or cast me out
Twiddling thumbs ain’t what I’m about
I think I’d take a nice long walk if I had a jacket
The coffee in my cup is two weeks old
I’m getting vitamins from all the mold
And I’d make a new pot if I had the motivation
I need a place to be to sleep these thoughts away
I need some space to breathe to alleviate the weight
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4. |
Half Assed Love
03:03
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Half Assed Love
Oh you better love or leave me
And pick one completely
I don’t want no more of your half assed love
Yeah, you better love or leave me
And pick one completely
I don’t want no more of your half assed love
Where’s the fire that burned so bright so bright in a dark street light
Where’s the smile that seemed so shy when you lift your lip on the left hand side
Where is the softness in your touch
Where is the laugh that I miss so much
Where is the lightness in those big brown eyes
Where is the truth when I bring this up
And you look at me like a newborn pup
And you pull me close and tell me that we’re fine
Oh you better love or leave me
And pick one completely
I don’t want no more of your half assed love
Yeah, you better love or leave me
And pick one completely
I don’t want no more of your half assed love
Where’s the giggle when I tickle your thigh
Now you just stare and you narrow your eyes
Where is the feeling that felt so right
Don’t you dare stay just to be polite
Where is the lace that you used to wear
Did you up and lose my favorite pair?
Are you saving them for some other god-damned guy?
Where is the truth when I bring this up
And you look at me like a newborn pup
And you pull me close and you kiss me with a lie
Oh you better love or leave me
And pick one completely
I don’t want no more of your half assed love
Yeah, you better love or leave me
And pick one completely
I don’t want no more of your half assed love
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True Poets
03:20
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True Poets
The true poets motion is based on devotion to living a life full of woe
You can’t ever settle until you’re unsettled
And seeking out your next rabbit hole
The true artists litmus test is not in trying to be the best
But in creating when the circumstance prevents it
It’s graffiti on the Berlin Wall, or dancing when you’ve had a fall
Or raising up your voice in songs of protest
Thought it’s hard at the best of times
No, it’s hard at the best of times
But most things worth doing in life are so
The true business man is found
Not at the top but near the ground
Scrambling for the scraps of his lost fortune
Well the pain of loss is mixed with shame
But he knows it’s part of the game
And he lets it fuel the fire for his next venture
And the true beauty’s test of class is not measured in mirror glass
But in how she holds herself when beauty fails her
When wrinkles crawl up to her eyes
Does she reach out for surgeons knives
Or wear them as a source of pride in wisdom?
Thought it’s hard at the best of times
No, it’s hard at the best of times
But most things worth doing in life are so
Thought it’s hard at the best of times
No, it’s hard at the best of times
But most things worth doing in life are so
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Darkness
04:03
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Darkness
Was it your darkness that made you shy?
Was is the pocket where your secrets lie?
We should be lovers by now
We kissed once and then forgot how
Your joy could me mine
Your pain could be mine
Your love we could share
Your darkness could be spared
Was it your darkness that made you hide?
Was is the pocket where your secrets lie?
We should be lovers by now
We kissed once and then forgot how
Your joy could me mine
Your pain could be mine
Your love we could share
Your darkness could be spared
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Walls
04:28
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Walls
Ooooh, oooooh, ooooh
Speak to me in lower tones
The weight of this could break my bones
And if I don’t reply
I hope that you know why
I’ve never known a floor to captivate
But I can’t yet look up at your face
And so I guess I’ll have to stall
By staring at the….
Walls
The walls
The walls
And as I stared a thought occurred
What if these four walls have heard
Us whisper in the night, make love, and even fight
Well I’d ask each one whose side it’s on
And if they say on your or say we’ve drawn
I wouldn’t hesitate at all to dismiss them as just…
Walls
Just walls
Just walls
When I get the courage to look up at your face
Gather the strength to leave this place
I take a moment and I gesture to the walls
I say they’ve seen us rise and now they’ve seen us fall
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8. |
Heave Me Heaven
04:10
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Heave Me Heaven
Kerosene fuel the fire
And whiskey fuel our hearts
Of all the scenes we desire
Oh this one is our art
The liberty of our swallows
Shall carry us away
For we have been here tomorrow
Before we were today
So heave me heaven
And leave me light
Drink me sorrow
And pour me night
A lock of wandering hair
Points me back toward despair
But the smell of spirits in the air
Relieves me of such cares
Oh we’re standing over wood and fire
To watch these candles burn
But we’re peering out through the choir
Yeah you just sit and wait your turn
So heave me heaven
And leave me light
Drink me sorrow
And pour me night
(I have not a care, not a care, not a care for this
I have not a care, not a care, not a care for death)
So heave me heaven
And leave me light
Drink me sorrow
And pour me night
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Hawthorne New York, New York
Hawthorne is an indie-folk band based out of New York City, led by Nat Osborn.
Hawthorne recommends:
Nat Osborn Band EP
by Nat Osborn Band
Nat's seven piece band put out a powerful three song EP with Rope-A-Dope records in April of 2015.
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