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Resolution
04:38
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I hated writing songs in major keys
It always seemed so trite to me
But now I see complexity ain't what it's all about
I hated calling people on the phone
And when it rang I'd always groan
But I've been getting better at it, I don't really mind
I woke one morning feeling awkward
The sense never really faded
It only ever complicated my affairs
But if you all care enough about me
To send me birthday wishes
Then I guess the vicious slings and arrows
Of outrageous fortune
And the emotional extortion
That have plagued me all these years
Might finally start to disappear
And I guess that's what they mean by growing up
That's what they mean by maturation
A tall ship off the southern coast of Maine
A city gleaming in the rain
A house that looks upon a town ringed with green patchwork hills
Are where I made some crucial memories
Never had some great epiphany
But if you want to work things out you've got to work them out yourself
Of course it's easier with helpers
But you won't ever find them
Unless you're ready with a smile and outstretched hands
And though I always sorta knew that
I never really did that
Till the last possible second but it's
Better late than never
All the times I tried to sever
The superficial ties I had
And wondered how come I'm so sad
I never realized to see with eyes unclouded by hate
Was the way to fix it
Today I rise to do the work of a human being
I never realized it would be done so easily
Today I rise to do the work of a human being
I never realized it would be done so easily
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The Sticks
04:31
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Bluish-grey hung the sky that night
I could pick out all the stars
I was shaken from my stupor by
The crunching ice beneath the cars
Thought I'd hitch a ride but changed my mind
I was steady on my feet
So I trudged along the highwayside
As the wind pushed through the trees
I came to civilization
As I always knew I would
A warm-lit room, a familiar tune
I almost took a seat, but then I stood
I saw chips on shoulders, bands in hair
Nervous hands, hesitant smiles
I felt conspicuous just standing there
I thought I'd stay for a short while
I started feeling something new to me
Like an ever-after end
I was relishing the company
Outside the wind picked up again
I declared my story over
The loose ends all redone
But I didn't hear how the wind drew near
Or the shingles coming loose one by one
Some time later I
Found myself on the frozen ground by a fallen ceiling light
I looked around
We were still there
But the smiles didn't reach the eyes or hide the fear
The road stretched out
Into the night
And this ruined room fades into the gloom as the faces pass out of sight
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Once In A Blue Mood
05:16
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You own just two things
The present and your memory
So don't lose one in the other
They're all you have
But I am starting
To not believe in poetry
Poetry or fiction
And it makes me sad
A day long gone now
I had nothing left to lose
Well, one thing left to lose
And just one track
And life was simple
Along a 2D surface
A clear-cut sense of purpose
And I can't go back
Losing track of the ways that I've reiterated this phrase
In hopes of coming to a sort of resolution
But parsing out all the good from all the what-ifs and that which should have been
Is not an easy thing in execution
I gave up my journal
I couldn't keep it straight
Too many plotlines
To weave and separate
And casting dreams in words in themes won't see them realized
Late October
That was the happy ending
The closure that I'd wanted
I was content
And then November
Bore down on me with a vengeance
It wasn't that ironic
But I thought so then
You own just two things
The present and your memory
And anything besides that
Will take its toll
Wish I could lose it
With all its useless meaning
Renounce those awful feelings
Regain control
On a trip to the mall around when winter came for us all
We piled into a car and sang with "Angelina"
Gazing out at the snow, a tiny room is warm with the glow of string lights
Dozing off to sounds of ocarina
From moment to moment
I try to make it work
But even in sunlight
I know the cruel night lurks
And summer rain won't wash the stain of longing from the soul
Life is living with people
Life is becoming people
Life is living with people
Life is becoming people
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Renouncer Seattle, Washington
Born on an artichoke farm in Iowa, Renouncer's love of music began at a young age when he saw Philip Glass trip and fall while entering a Costco. Picking up his grandfather's PRS Silver Sky at the tender age of 26, his passion for punk rock led him to NYU's Tisch School of the Arts, where he networked for 7 years before growing tired of Manhattan's humdrum parochiality. He now lives in Seattle. ... more
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