1. |
Not So Different
04:17
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Listen close,
Thinkin you will lend an ear
Cause I’ve got perfect pitch
That’s neither here nor there
And I know someone
They’ll say a thing or three
It’s always bad for you
But I’m just digging deep
Mum’s the word
Who can tell
Play the game
Cast your spell
You and I don’t seem so different now
May be time to realign
I’ve been meaning to get a different outlook
I can hurry if I try
Shut the door,
The hinges oxidize
And I can’t complain
I’m so desensitized
Try my best
Play 12 notes
With seven rests
Scatter in my notes
You just seem to be a coward now
Can’t find sympathy if I try
And maybe time will find you down the road again
Think I’ll stay here waving.
You just seem to be a coward now
Can’t find sympathy if I try
And maybe time will find you down the road again
Think I’ll stay here waving bye.
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2. |
Fences
02:41
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Fences, pretenses
moral apprehension, I got
too long to stand here
and think about my sentence.
The neighbor with the camera is staring at me.
Here are all the things, I think should be
I try to pick the lock but the lock rusts over
and the chain link fence won’t budge like last september
the pup is going crazy ‘cause she can’t run off
I’m so tired and lazy, and I just have to scoff about
all the little things that keep us in,
Mary goes round-round, with her mickey fin
and I only get to scoff and slam my knee
I might as well be here for eternity
Fenced in love,
I think I’m going crazy
Fenced in love,
my knife is oh so hazy
Fenced in love,
break in break out.
The chorus ends and I think I see an opening
but there’s another verse just like I was hoping.
And I guess we’ll think about the things that ground us,
like humility, tranquility, and a need to readjust.
And the only other cats that roam the street
all slithered under when they felt the heat.
“Cause if you can’t beat em join em,”
is what they said,
They tried to hop the fence and now they’re
Fenced in love.
I think I’m going crazy,
Fenced in love
my knife is oh so hazy
Fenced in love
break in break out.
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3. |
Magnitude
04:06
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Like a bug in a rug
It can be a tight tight squeeze
But I squeam and we hug
Everytime we shoot the breeze
All this lousy talking
All says something good
Said “it seems like mocking”
I think you’re sorely understood
It’s not trouble now and I know, only friction
It’s really lovely now, and I know, frames and fiction
Please don’t lie
all the time
It’s not right.
A rumbling magnitude,
It shakes my earth
You live in a different one,
Just know your worth
Someone to be something for someone
Forever waiting wrong ways
Someone to be something for someone
Instead we write one low phrase
And all the verses, stringing me slowly
I want thee to know how lonely how lonely
And on my piano, I wrote your name
How lonely, how lonely: the same, the same.
Please don’t lie
all the time
It’s not right
A second magnitude,
It shakes my earth
You live in a different one,
Just know your worth
Someone to be something for someone
Forever waiting wrong ways
Someone to be something for someone
Instead we write one low phrase
And all the verses, stringing me slowly
I want thee to know how lonely how lonely
And on my piano, I wrote your name
How lonely, how lonely: the same, the same
I have no qualms with this,
it breaks my bones
Only in common time
Cutting through notes
Someone to be something for someone
And that’s okay, I’m just
Someone to be something for someone
And now I say, I say, I say
I’m just someone to be someone for someone.
Someone to be something for someone.
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4. |
Ambiguity
02:53
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I don't feel so good with you,
say that about everything I do
say that I don’t fit in too well,
I’ll just stay safe inside my shell.
And everything just
doesn't feel quite right
got ambiguity
right here by my side.
I don't feel great right now
but maybe if we tried
we can find a way
to bring out my bright side.
Better leave that stone unturned,
your problems better left to burn.
Stuck on the who what where and when
I guess I’ll leave the why till then
‘Cause everything just
doesn’t hit the same
got ambiguity
tagged onto my name.
When feeling right goes wrong
like some twisted game.
Remember things are fine
and feel a sense of shame
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5. |
Heaven's a Boy
03:48
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Looking out, is hard enough
like feeling doubt, or in denial
about everything, if you need me dial
give me a ring, and I’ll be right there
with dirt on my face.
Giving you my full attention is
easier than never mentioning
all the ways I look around
when my cornea is all spinning out.
I wish I could find a way to get
long hair out of my brain another day
but if living in heaven means im gone.
I had four paintings I did for three years
and I kept them away, with my books on Shakespeare
monologues and analog recordings of miles davis
they stayed locked away from the subtle notes they gave us
and the fog rolls in at night, curling in ripped up paper
I wish I could accept it
I wish this book could save her, that’s life. my life. my life. my life.
And I’ll be running out with the superseding mist
if my room’s a capsule, frontal cortex or abyss.
I read books with one eye, so I can see better
it reminds me of the time i analyzed the letter,
I wrote, she wrote, she wrote, she wrote.
Digging out my past,
getting in my eye; I don’t know
heaven’s a boy anyway.
Blues chords are nice
if you like to run far away,
the labels are caving in
And all the people,
Who pretend to care, they won’t last
I’ll take it all on my chin
but if it’s wrong
I have to know, I won’t go
heaven’s a boy anyway.
I wish I could go back
8 years in time
to the day i woke up
to a mind that wasn’t mine
and now i’m spinning out
and I guess I’ll never rest
it’s all blue and synesthetic
they’re just memories at best. That’s my life, my life, my life, my life.
breaking all my bones,
seeing all the actions replay,
heaven’s a boy anyway.
Bad dreams are fine,
if you want to rewire your thoughts,
but thinking them makes me blue.
And all the people who
pretend to care, they won’t last
I’ll wear this all on my chin.
But if it’s wrong
I have to know, I won’t go
heaven’s a boy anyway.
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6. |
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I, I, don’t know, know
What to do, do when I go, go
If you follow me, a nomadic plead
Guess I’ll never come home
Beck and call, my ebb and flow
The way you stick
Through every low, and I know
now we’re on our own.
So if I try (and try) and try (and try)
And if I break the sounds in a sonic space
And if they bounce (and bounce) and jump around
And back to you is where I'm found again.
Unconditional, unconditional
It’s all around, it’s all around
And I know, this is where I belong.
Run away again, run away again,
Futile ties rescind
let go now and then,
Now I’m on my own
So if i try (and try) and try (and try)
And if I break the sounds in a sonic space
And if they bounce (and bounce) and jump around
And back to you is where I'm found again.
And I can’t see it
I’m running up, I’m running
And I can’t feel it,
Im numbing down, I’m numbing down, I’m numbing down.
So if I shake and shake
And shatter the ground
If I’m rhyming words without a sound.
And if I’m wrong, I’m wrong
Without a cause.
And here I am, press play
Press pause, Let's go.
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The Stamp Collection Los Angeles, California
The Stamp Collection is the studio project of Charlie Havenick and Ray Wilson. With a poly-mathematical background in jazz and surf rock, the project takes on a different angle within the DIY indie world. Onstage, they are joined by bassist Grace Shannon and Johnny Martinez. Hailing from the South Bay, The Stamp Collection plays around LA county and beyond. ... more
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