1. |
Try
03:41
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Start all over.
Start all over again.
Move on over the line in your mind,
It’s on a brand new track each time.
Pick out your four-leaf clover.
Remind yourself what you’re leaving behind,
And start all over.
Start all over.
It always happens in threes they say.
Does that explain why I can go and I can stay?
Hair blows off my face as I open up each door,
And as I blink away the dust I know I’ve found a little trust in my
Try a little more to be the strong one at the top of my hill.
Catch another sunrise from that distant shore.
Come a little closer to my whispering heart,
Ache a little less when it comes time for more.
So you can try… Start all over, start all over.
It always happens in threes they say
Is that supposed to keep my aching heart at bay?
I’m left with shadows silent crimes here by my side again,
And as I turn to switch the light I know I’ll blink away the night,
That I cried a little more to feel your weight here on the bed beside me.
Thought I saw a teardrop from that windowpane,
Hurt grew up inside of your eyes,
You blinked and I lay crystallized.
I see the sun coming round the bend again.
You know I try.
To start all over.
Start all over again.
Just move on over the line in your mind,
It’s on a brand new track each time. Yeah.
Pick out your four-leaf clover.
Remind yourself what you’re leaving behind.
And start all over.
Start all over.
Just try.
Just a little bit more.
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2. |
Watch the Lights
03:35
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Colored Lights hang door to door.
Connection shifts, repeat rapport.
Wrong or right, who's keeping score?
Hold me tight while we weather this storm.
Keep it real.
Create to feel.
Watch the light,
Dancing in our eyes tonight.
Yeah, I might Watch the Lights.
Watch the Light.
Watch and weave,
Memories into each reprise.
Begin to breathe.
Uncurl your fingers so you can receive.
Keep it real.
Create to feel.
Watch the night.
Dancing shadows steep these words we write.
Yeah before you know it you might Watch the light.
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3. |
Stitch
03:55
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I guess I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve than you think,
That you can handle
But baby I never pretended to leave, I just left
You to tend your mantle. And I, I think I've got a few more fears left to pry off of my memory
That paint was thick and you, you, you let it seep into the tears that you cry out of my view.
But I've got a stitch for your tear when you are ready.
Yes, I've got a button for the hole that you wanted to sew;
Oh I can see you, you’re standing there waving.
Turn around just wave.
And if I seem a little distant these days that's because
I'm bridging gaps for you.
But wearing thin on all my self-righteous ways don't make sense
If there's no see-it-through.
So now you'll show me all the walls that you built. Tear them down.
I think I need something
Heavy in my hands to remind me of just how light I am.
Cuz beams made of light reflect within view of your smile,
So, baby show it off.
Cuz you've got a brilliance that could outshine the stars
They're all staring at me again.
Telling me that I've got a stitch for your tear when you’re ready.
Yes, I've got a button for the hole that you wanted to sew
oh, I can see you there waving.
Turn around just wave
Yes, I’ve got a stitch for your tear when you’re ready.
Yes, I’ve got a button for the hole that you wanted to sew
Oh, I can see you, you’re standing there waving.
Turn around just wave.
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4. |
Collection
03:30
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Call it a collection,
Call it my creative contraband.
Call it whatever,
So long as you will try to understand.
That’s why you brought me here.
That's why you called.
That's why you brought me here.
That's why you…
Gotta get upright.
Right down to this line.
I’ve gotta slip into the emptiness and bridge the all this time.
Hush now baby at least you tried.
It could be worse you know,
You could still be inside.
There's a little bit of space in that empty room,
A little bit of space in that empty room.
A little bit of space there.
Call me an outlaw.
Call me out downtown.
Just call me whatever you want,
So long as you will find our common ground
Cuz that's why you brought me here.
That's why you called.
That's why you brought me here, that's why you….
Ooooohhhh….
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5. |
So Good
04:10
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It is so good to see you again,
After all that we have been through,
I’m glad we could have been friends.
I could have known you through all of this and more,
Oh, still your absence made this fall much better.
All much easier,
And my bandage you will always be,
Even if you never see me again.
We are all under the same moon,
No matter how far we go,
How far we go.
It’s all good.
I once asked,
How in the world I would get through.
If the alternatives were up to you,
Tell me, what would you do?
And your answer left me speechless,
Yeah, then you left your echoes there in my ear.
Over your abyss, hearing it so clear.
Hey, hey, It’s all good.
When your good is gone, where do you belong?
If I was uninvited, but I never sleighted to appease.
And I say with ease, it’s all good.
It’s all good.
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6. |
Absinthe Honesty
05:35
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Boy, I’m about to break your heart.
You best go now.
Run away.
Before I
Start up this plea for the honesty
That will surely be the death of you and me.
Oh, this is not my call.
So haggard I am holding on,
Offer up this kiss as another pawn,
To break my own fall.
This absinthe honesty,
Has got a hold on me,
And I swim right through your sea, a false martyr.
Oh, the waves that crash into my shore they don’t,
They don’t matter
Anymore because all that I can see,
Is calm water
Washing over me.
Cool, calm water.
Boy, I’m about to bust your balls.
All these things that you hear me say,
They just don’t sink once you start to fall,
For all your charm you’ve got a lot of head,
But before we’re through falling out of bed,
I’ll be reaching for my crowbar;
wondering how the hell this got so far.
So far gone.
Oh, I will only do you wrong.
So haggard I am holding on,
Offer up this kiss as another pawn,
To break my own fall.
This absinthe honesty,
Has got a hold on me,
And I swim right through your sea, a false martyr.
Oh, the waves that crash into my shore they don’t,
They don’t matter anymore because all that I can see,
Is calm water,
Washing over me.
Cool, calm water
[Phil kills a bass solo]
MMmmm
This absinthe honesty
Has got a hold on me
And I swim right through your sea, a false martyr.
Oh the waves that crash into my shore, they don’t
They don’t matter anymore
Because all that I can see,
All that I can be,
I said, all that I can free
Is calm water washing over me.
Cool, calm water.
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7. |
Keeping Time
04:02
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We are spinning and we’re winning all these lotteries we’ve tried;
Just waiting, anticipating, with each error amidst each line.
And I feel your weight sink into this hollow bone beneath my hand.
Another go around this merry child’s castle in the sand.
Let it all go out with the tide into a pirate ship’s demise
I’m holding onto this thin air;
Keeping time.
Time
You’ve got 20 seconds till the ball drops out beneath your feet.
And as each minute ticks, you pick it up, throw it out into the street.
You’re aiding every answer’s question, abetting miracle’s reply.
Keep it up. Let it flow. Let it all go
Out with the tide into a pirate ship’s demise
You’re holding onto this thin air; Keeping time.
You listen louder in the silence;
Captive consciousness ensnared,
Without another moment’s auction,
Your voice has been repaired.
There’s no more fumble with these lyrics;
No more reason to forget,
All this time is only borrowed from what hasn’t happened yet
When you let it go, let it all flow
Out with the tide into a pirate ship’s demise
I’m holding onto this thin air;
Keeping time.
Time
Time
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8. |
Meant to Be
03:48
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Be still my aching heart.
We still might catch our cup.
Be still you butterflies, yeah,
Be still inside my gut,
And we still got alibis, and I’ll abide but not before I’ve held this up.
Don’t park here on this night.
This lark just started up.
Be dark my bedroom eyes.
This spark is just a pup;
and your bark commands my bite.
Remark on that oh I will f*ck you up.
And I just realized that I rely too much on you.
So, when will I learn to let you take care of you?
How much more of myself do I have left to renew?
Well, I spend so much time explaining what I have been through,
And how it all relates to you,
so, now I refuse to sit here and waste for you.
When did this all go down?
Why don’t I give this up?
Lay face down on this ground,
Yeah, just let her lift me up.
And, what did you compromise,
How much did you give up?
Oh, who am I to patronize?
Bring it on and I erupt!
And, what are you on that this all looks real to you?
When did I promise you that I’d be true,
To your vacant idea of what you think that I should do and just who I should do it to?
So, now I refuse to waste for you.
Give what you want to receive.
Share what you’ve got, you might see.
We are always as strong as our in-betweens and I learn a little more about what that means every day.
Don’t look before you leap.
Don’t think before you speak.
Just release your mission bell,
you didn’t ask but I’ll still tell you.
I’ve kept this waiting and we’ve all paid our dues.
Still, all this hesitating did... It surely must have kept someone’s dread amused.
When did I learn to let this come to me?
Well I let go of all my patience and set free a little bit more of this apathy.
When this all winds down what will be left of you and me?
Will we still agree?
Everything is always, always meant to be…..
Ya think everything is always, always meant to be??
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Kirstin Brug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Kirstin Brug says music has been an integral part of a healing journey for her. Crafty & heartfelt lyrics are the
foundation for the unique & captivating style.
Inspired by artists like Ani Difranco, Fiona Apple, Nick Drake & Antje Duvekot, Brug’s voice is a powerhouse of emotion, reminiscent of Natalie Merchant or Suzanne Vega.
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