1. |
Bootstrap
02:56
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2. |
One-Way Glass
05:54
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I just want to disappear
No one in the window, dear
Cut my hair and douse the flame
No one's gonna know my name
We run around down city streets
Around the corners
Where the edges of our memories meet
I watch us fade into the black
Like a house on fire
Porch lights alive like wire
And I want to plate the skies
Silver like the space behind my (eyes)
I just want to disappear
No one in the window, dear
Cut my hair and douse the flame
No one's gonna know my name
Tonight
I run around inside my head
Rewinding scenery
And the holes in every word you said
I hear your voice in every crack
Like a whip and wire
Stage lights and bootleg fire
And I want to paint my lies
Silver like the space behind my (eyes)
I just want to disappear
No one in the window, dear
Cut my hair and douse the flame
No one's gonna know my name
Oh, I just want to disappear
No one in the window, dear
Cut my hair and douse the flame
No one's gonna know my name
Oh, I
I run around inside my head
Inside my head
I just want to disappear
No one in the window, dear
Cut my hair and douse the flame
No knows me
No one knows my name
I hear your voice inside my head
I just want to disappear
No one in the window, dear
Cut my hair and douse the flame
No one's gonna know my name
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3. |
Phosphors
04:30
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Lights so loud
You can't see the sky
Lights so loud
You can hear your blood
You can't see the sky...
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4. |
Close Your Eyes
04:30
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Baby, don't you know
I've gone away
But you're all wrapped
Around these gears
Dreamin' that tomorrow is today
And honey, do you think
The world's gone by?
But don't you look at me
You're only growing
Older 'til you die
Close your eyes
You're only growing older
Close your eyes
You're only growing older
Close your eyes
Baby, don't you know
The world's okay
But you're all stuck
Inside these tears
Wishin' that your life
Would slip away
And honey, do you think
You've seen the sky?
But you're the same as me
You're only growing
Older 'til you die
Close your eyes
You're only growing older
'Til you die
You're only growing older
Close your eyes
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5. |
Linneas
04:19
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These bones: big as I can be
Sharp as knives, we flee
Bigger than the shape of me
And your home: a heart you never see
You carved it out of me
Left a hole that I can't be
I miss you; I miss me
I miss the things we used to be
I miss your home; I miss your soul
I don't want to lose control
I miss you like a hurricane...
I watched a figure next to me
Breath the night could see
Leave a mark aside a tree
And your home: splinters in the sea
The waves and wind and scree
Sinking brass and I've the key
I miss you like a hurricane...
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6. |
Move Along
04:25
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Gray. You're cold as you walk away.
Slice clean and see.
Thousands of parts, no room for beauty.
Pray. Your feet trace another day.
The miles and the pasture and sky.
A promise of life without room for goodbye.
Cold, shiver now.
Cold, shiver down.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, move along now.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, carefully.
Thousands of parts...
Cold, shiver now.
Cold, shiver down.
Gray. The lights of the cars are gray.
They light up the stars today.
Gray. The lights of the cars are gray.
They light up the stars today.
The lights are...
Cold, shiver now.
Cold, shiver down.
There is no one...
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, move along now.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, carefully.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, move along now.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, carefully.
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7. |
Afterimage
04:25
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8. |
Chasing Windmills
03:41
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Jesse's got a razor blade
I can't feel the hand that shaves my face
In a bad dream
These fine lines dissect my resting place
Jesse, better run now
I can't hear the sirens when I sleep
In a locked box
Wrapped up with the sticks and stones I keep
Jesse, what's the point of counting sheep?
We're all chasing windmills
While you're dying in your sleep
Jesse's got a diary
I don't know the names of all my friends
In the back seat
These fine lines draw streets that never end
Jesse, what's the point of counting sheep?
We're all chasing windmills
While you're dying in your sleep
I can't feel the hand that shaves my face...
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9. |
Electrostatic
02:52
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10. |
Stagefright
06:04
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I don't even need the way...
Stage fright
You cut my lights
Shut me up inside, today
I don't even need the way
We feel tonight
You cut my lights
I don't even need the way
Stage fright
You cut my lights
Shut me up inside, today
I don't even need the way
We feel tonight
You cut my lights
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11. |
Hormones
06:02
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You pollute the colors in my world...
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12. |
Stitches
04:08
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I drift like ashes through these paper walls
Children play, and lovers fight,
But the world it feels so small.
There's an enemy that stalks me like a fever in the rain
But I've got miles before me,
Miles behind, and this will never end,
Because I lost the art.
Because I broke a heart.
Because I broke the art.
Because I lost the heart.
I drag like a suitcase stuck in the door of a passing car,
And I smoke and I spark, and I know they're asking
"How'd he get so far?"
Oh, I don't know. I can't see.
But I still care, how you took me there.
It's a million mikes of stone,
But I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
Up left, down and right,
You'll be safe and sound tonight.
Up left, down and right,
You'll be safe. You'll be safe.
Because I lost the art.
Because I broke a heart.
Because I broke the art.
Because I lost the heart.
Because I lost the heart.
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13. |
Bucket Brigade
02:22
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14. |
Pointers
03:41
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I have to make you feel me...
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15. |
brb (feat. Matt Chabe)
04:05
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So
you said you'd be back soon,
but now it's been five days
without you.
No,
I know it isn't true,
but now it's been so long
without you.
So long, so long without you
You said you'd be back soon
You should know,
when you walked out the door
you left me on the floor here
without you.
So long, so long without you
So long, but I know, I'll see you
You said you'd be back soon
Our history, it fades away
like a morning storm on a summer's day.
All these things I didn't say
You said you'd be back
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Ian Marquis Portland, Maine
My songs are tiny ecosystems: self-sustaining, self-contained, intricate, and densely layered. I'm captivated by found sound and immaculate production. I sample my own work. I chop up my guitars and create arrangements I could never have played. I treat my voice like an instrument, pushing and pulling it in otherworldly directions. I polish each track until, sonically, it feels like it sparkles. ... more
Ian Marquis recommends:
RIBS has an amazingly thick and well-produced rock sound. Just check out the first track, "Even."
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