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the History of Film
06:10
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don't fuss with the framing of the scene
the history of film is not that long
it's not a memory that keeps repeating
just a picture, a picture on the wall
bright spot in the dark a place to walk
a silent scene
flicker on the wall, a face to hide, a place we've been
pictures of you
simple and free
it's time to step inside
turn around and stick that knife
grab the stone and set it right
walk with me, we need someplace to talk
the orchard's full of pockets of the dark
turn around and let the party fade
don't want to see it past the day it's made
stop posing for the shot
the line of stills won't animate the lot
stick closer to those memories we've got
meet me by the river
where the sand is clean
meet me by the river
there's a place I know that we'll never be seen
meet me by the river
it's too hot tonight
if you can keep it quiet
I promise that I won't put up a fight
it's far too hot tonight
and it's only getting hotter
go ahead and lift your dress, don't let it tangle in the water
this is the only time that it will ever be
what we see tonight's the only thing we'll ever see
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2. |
the Station
03:16
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walk down to the station
delivered on you own it came to less
we're close as ever, but it's time for moving on
nobody could have sold me you for less
you always made it rhyme
some mistakes can catch you too
you live there on your own, but you don't have to
where did this garbage live before it caught the trees?
who filled these bottles up before they washed to sea?
how long did you lay there in the sand
before you realized you'd washed up on the land?
she kept saying how we'd make up
how she'd wait up for me
you always made it rhyme
some mistakes can catch you too
you live there on your own, but you don't have to
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3. |
a Caution
02:48
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in between the puddles of the light
weigh your heart with the water of the vine
each splash is another tick of time
every hot breath's in the service of a lie
you won't catch me
scratching it
with a tumble on the line
scratching it
we do as we're able
crack wood, and roll across the table
give me a line that I can work with
if you can't read it, than you don't deserve it
dawn's quieter than the middle of the night
the only time to sleep's with the coming of the light
when that rip pulls you out to sea
and the current severs you from me
you are a caution
don't ask him to stay
with the tumble on the line
there is nothing left
but for him to say
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