1. |
You Tried
01:56
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I was waiting for an answer but I lost my nerve,
Slipped into the darkening horizon’s curve,
Is there anything that can erase the way things were?
I know you tried.
Surrendered in the cosmos,
Confessing to the rain,
From the bottom of the ocean where there’s no place left to sink.
Reaching through the heavens,
Tearing up the sky,
Talking circles in the future like you thought we couldn’t die,
When it's hard enough
Just staying alive,
Whatever way you spin it,
I’ve looked, I swear, I just can’t see the beauty in it.
I’ve looked, I swear, I just can’t see it.
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2. |
Unfolding
03:43
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Let me out,
The wires are all showing,
Sleight of hand is slowing,
Everything explained.
Further now
From anything absolving,
Nothing left to solve, and,
Nothing left to say.
In time
Untrace
Any part of this still holding.
I am not breaking,
I am not broken,
I am unfolding.
I am not breaking,
I am not broken,
I am unfolding.
Settle in
The ordinary sequence,
Scatter all your reasons,
And leave the rest behind.
Lost to win,
Everything believed in,
Trust the sense to bleed in,
Carried to the light.
In time
Untrace
Every part of this still holding.
You are not breaking,
You are not broken,
You are unfolding.
You are not breaking,
You are not broken,
You are unfolding.
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3. |
Every Colour
03:56
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I’ve been staring at the ceiling
Trying to figure out
How we end up here time and time again,
Swallowed up in doubt.
Brother, I quit dreaming
Around the time that you did,
And traded hopes of leaving
For the role where I’m best suited.
Do you hear me screaming
Up into the sky,
“What’s the sense in grieving,
If nobody really dies?”
Oh, I feel the hours slipping
While I stumble to the edge,
Losing faith in everything
When I couldn’t make a dent.
‘Cause I seem to forget
When I get all worked up,
That you can find every colour
If you look close enough.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
There’s a certain bit of stillness
That I only ever chase,
Like eyes before they open
Or a storm before it breaks.
Running fingers into soil
Releasing all its heat,
Well I can feel the humming
Of the earth beneath my feet.
But still I seem to forget
When I get all worked up,
That you can find every colour
If you look close enough.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
(If you’re looking close enough.)
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
(If you’re looking close enough.)
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4. |
Another Way Around
03:24
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Trust me when I say that I understand
That believing in nothing is a lead-heavy hand,
That the fate of the water resolves in the sand,
That maybe all we’re doing’s for nothing.
But you pace down the hallway with nothing to say,
And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play,
So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change,
Wishing that every piece was for something.
But if nothing is sacred,
Then nothing is lost,
And I’m in your corner
Whatever the cost,
And if the fists that are flying are keeping you down
Then we’ll fight a little harder,
And find another way around.
But still the traces of you seem to lie spread apart,
The engine won’t turn and the furnace won’t spark,
Conversations of futures resign to the dark,
Feels like all that you’ve built may just crumble.
But, I know that I see, in your eyes, there’s a space,
To salvage the moments all nearly erased,
To finally hold on to the feelings you chase,
To learn how to sprint through a stumble.
‘Cause if nothing is sacred,
Then nothing is lost,
And I’m in your corner
Whatever the cost,
If the fists that are flying are keeping you down
Then we’ll fight a little harder,
And find another way around.
If the fists that are flying are keeping you down
We’ll fight a little harder,
And find another way around.
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5. |
Slow Correction
04:00
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I’ll admit it,
I came here looking for a miracle,
I heard the engine breaking down
And I felt the brakes go.
But maybe that’s what happens
At a certain point in time,
The contrast starts to ease back
‘Til the lyric doesn’t rhyme.
My mind plays tricks on me,
I see it now,
I could’ve sworn I had felt all I had felt all I would feel,
But I’m not holding for a hiding place,
Just a slow correction of the wheel.
And all I see now
Is a stranger in your place,
Who caught you with your guard down
And couldn’t hesitate.
But maybe that’s what happens,
Every now and then,
The colours get so washed out
That the story doesn’t end.
So, life played a trick on you,
I see it now,
Trying every chance to tell you how to feel, but,
Maybe all it takes to find your way
Is a slow correction of the wheel.
Still there’s a feeling that I get
That I just can’t figure out,
When I open up my mouth and I can’t ever make a sound,
And I’m headed for the shoulder with the tires spinning now,
And the music’s making more sense
Than the words I’ve written down.
But still, on the darkest days, I see it now,
That there’s just no telling what ain’t real,
But maybe all that matters anyway,
Is a slow correction of the wheel.
Maybe all that matters anyway,
Is a slow correction of the wheel.
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6. |
Care Of
03:36
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Did I hear you call my name?
Standing on a ledge,
Stuck inside your games,
Blood a softened red,
Readied for the winds,
Waiting for a friend,
How anything begins,
Can't be how this ends.
But I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone.
‘Cause there was something that was said
Barely out of range,
About giving up your say
And dying on a stage,
That I try to forget,
I'm still here, anyway,
Patient in my place,
Not turning the next page.
But I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone.
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7. |
Feel It
03:25
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Get it all out now,
Anything you need,
While the book is open,
Cold and incomplete.
Nearly disappeared,
Who I could’ve been,
Cast into the heat,
Recklessly in spin.
But, wait,
Something got left out,
Isn’t someone meant to be
Standing beside me?
‘Cause I can’t feel it,
I can’t feel it,
Like the most important piece
Is always buried underneath
And I can’t feel it,
No, I can’t feel it,
No, I can’t.
And on a turn of phrase
Surrender to the side,
Bury all the meaning,
Wash over the white,
‘Cause I can hear the loss
Inside everything,
Torn into the grandeur,
Hollowed to the skin.
But, wait,
Something got left out,
Isn’t someone meant to be
Standing beside me?
‘Cause I can’t feel it,
I can’t feel it,
Like the most important piece
Is always buried underneath
And I can’t feel it,
No, I can’t feel it,
No, I can’t.
‘Cause we’re caught up,
Our credence failing us.
With our eyes shut,
We wander in the dust.
‘Cause I can’t feel it,
(I can’t feel it)
I can’t feel it,
(I can’t feel it)
Like the most important piece
Is always buried underneath
And I can’t feel it,
(I can’t feel it)
I can’t feel it,
(I can’t feel it)
No, I can’t.
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8. |
Surviving
03:16
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It's there in your eyes,
The way this world
Has held us down.
The shifting of light,
Of second tries,
No break in the sound.
Wherever the road is
To stay alive,
To find a way out,
We lost the control, and,
We're on our own,
At least for now.
Just
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
And nothing else.
And it’s falling apart
Around us now,
The room in a spin.
I hear the howl of the wind
And the pounding of the rain,
And I'd give everything to dream again.
There must be more than
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
Surviving,
And nothing else.
I’d give everything to dream again.
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9. |
Gloria, Continued
03:28
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In all of these thoughts
I feel a silence,
And finally, here,
A sort of rest.
And, everything we had
Washed clean of novelty, at last.
For all that you’re worth
I leave you slowly,
With temperate breath
And softened step,
While, nothing but your dreams,
And your waking hours are left.
But, everything is folded up,
Everything is folded up.
So, eventually I
Will wake in stillness,
Desperate for
What I felt last,
Oh, but all the times that I
Held you in selfish greed have passed.
Oh, all the times that I
Held you in selfish green have passed.
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10. |
Half-Saved
03:25
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Your voice is ringing in my ears,
Cadenced and ever-clear.
I’m in the middle of the road,
Unrequited, uncontrolled.
Caught still in heavy-handed swing,
Swallowed while the heavens sing,
To be God-damned,
But never feel a thing.
To be half-loved,
Or half-saved,
Still means something but
It’s in a form I can’t explain.
To have half-gone,
Or half-stayed,
Maybe I’d never really found
Or really lost my way.
I held close the hands I used to know,
Suspended in the altar’s glow.
Dissolve in harmony and grace,
Hidden in that stranger’s face.
But still I can’t escape the sounds
That keep me held down to the ground,
Their voices have all become too loud.
To be half-loved,
Or half-saved,
Still means something but
It’s in a form I can’t explain.
To have half-gone,
Or half-stayed,
Maybe I’d never really found
Or really lost my way.
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11. |
You're the One
03:38
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The blood rushing in,
Rhythm is thrown,
The floor's giving out,
Dragging me home.
And somebody, fading,
Moved in the grass,
Like just for a second
A decade had passed.
So bend the rules,
Or break them all,
You and I,
The same old cloth.
You're the one,
You're the one,
You're the one,
You're the one.
And I’m caught in the balance,
The wind taking hold,
So sit for a while
Burn out the cold.
I guess I was the killer
And you were the cave,
‘Cause you open your eyes
And I'm already saved.
So bend the rules,
Or break them all,
You and I,
The same old cloth.
Bend the rules,
Or break them all,
Lights blown out
And curtain's called.
You're the one,
You're the one,
You're the one,
You're the one.
Yes, you.
Yes, everything.
Yes, all there is,
Or nothingness.
You're the one,
You're the one,
You're the one,
You're the one.
That I want,
That I want,
That I want,
That I want.
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12. |
Nothing is Lost
03:35
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It’s different now,
The power that I used to feel
Has faded out,
Lost sight, lost hold of the wheel,
And I wonder, still,
Is this life what you had hoped it would be?
But, it’s closer now,
What I saw in your eyes,
That our days, somehow,
Aren’t just a roll of the dice.
In my clearest dreams,
Every moment is setting us free.
‘Cause if nothing is over,
Then nothing is lost,
After all of this
I know we’re better off.
If nothing is ending,
Then nothing is gone,
I can feel it all around.
There’s a vision here
Of how the emptiness fills,
Measured out
When the air is finally still.
And, I can wait forever,
Until we both get it right,
And we will.
Because if nothing is over,
Then nothing is lost,
After all of this
I know we’re better off.
If nothing is ending,
Then nothing is gone,
I can feel it all around.
Nothing is over,
Nothing is over,
Nothing is lost.
Nothing is over,
Nothing is over,
Nothing is lost.
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Luca Fogale Burnaby, British Columbia
Singer/songwriter from Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada.
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