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Open Eyes
03:30
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The blinds are drawn half high
To keep out half the light
And block out half the sun
From opening your eyes
Opening your eyes
The seasons tend to change in new, familiar ways
A disappearing feeling makes a mark across the day
The body will remind, trees will bloom in kind
To find patch of light to lay
The blinds are drawn half high
To keep out half the light
And block out half the sun
From opening your eyes
Opening your eyes
Memories trace backwards in sequences oblique
When every future moment is in hide and seek
The nature of uncertainty was always such a bore
But waiting in the present isn’t anymore
The blinds are drawn half high
To keep out half the light
And block out half the sun
From opening your eyes
Opening your eyes
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2. |
State of Decay
04:11
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The water under the bridge
Is digging a deeper ditch
And tearing the concrete away
The wildlife are tired
Of everything that transpired
Of life in a state of decay
City light, reading the minds of those who might
Travel the distance of love in the night
And ever longer days
City light, under the gaze of the souls in flight
Filling the corners with waves so bright
Bearing down from above
Black board cracking in the summer heat
Nature returns premature
Soft suede drying in the lavender
Doesn’t it feel insecure
Doorstep dogs wait patiently
The moon is about to arrive
Street parades watch silently
Careful to keep their disguise
City light, reading the minds of those who might
Travel the distance of love in the night
And ever longer days
City light, under the gaze of the souls in flight
Filling the corners with waves so bright
Bearing down from above
The water under the bridge
Is digging a deeper ditch
The concrete is peeling away
The wildlife are tired
Of everything that transpired
Of life in a state of decay
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3. |
Next Year in Paradise
05:14
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Turn on the light, can you see it
It’s the circle that surrounds your drain
Just like nothing, only silence
Like a guest that you can’t entertain
Yes I know, It’s a pity
Your direction never leaves you alone
It’s not wrong to be faithful
To the memory that takes you home
You can walk along the beach on the silver sea
But the circle winds around just the same
You can roll downhill, it’s a bitter pill
When the traffic light won’t change
You’ve been upside down on another side of town
See the world through every set of eyes
Holding onto the fear like a souvenir
Waiting through every second, here’s to next year in paradise, paradise
You feel angry and so tired
From ceaseless noise and the glare
This can’t be, nerves are wired
In an endless state of disrepair
Yes I know, it’s a burden
What could never see the light of the day
It’s not wrong to be honest
When the sparrow begins to say
You can walk along the beach on the silver sea
But the circle winds around just the same
You can roll downhill, it’s a bitter pill
When the traffic lights won’t change
You’ve been upside down on another side of town
See the world through every set of eyes
Holding onto the fear like a souvenir
Waiting through every second, here’s to next year in paradise
Just like nothing, never silent
What your infinite patience could claim
Yes I know, It’s a pity
Your dimension never leaves you alone
It’s not wrong to be grateful
To the memory that takes you home, takes you home
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4. |
Underground
04:28
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The stars are all connected
They see us in the shadow
The future’s getting hectic
It’s on the straight and narrow
The ashes settled on a life so newly found
The moving plates exert their pressure underground
The walls are shaking, can you feel it all around
The moving plates exert their pressure underground
Heaven speaks from underground
The nighttime comes awake now
Is everything as it seems?
Did the world just shake your conscience
While you were still asleep?
The ashes settled on a life so newly found
The moving plates exert their pressure underground
The walls are shaking, can you feel it all around
The moving plates exert their pressure underground
Heaven speaks from underground
Don’t you ever make a sound
Hold me close, wait for the pulse again
Is this how it’s going to end?
The ashes settled on a life so newly found
The moving plates exert their pressure underground
The walls are shaking can you feel it all around
The moving plates exert their pressure underground
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5. |
Second Time Around
03:51
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Now that there’s nothing to do
You fool me once then shame on you
The horse has left the stable again
And taken both your pad and pen
Couldn’t you see this coming
Hear all the diesel engines humming
Nothing ever feels the same the second time around
Nothing ever feels the same the second time around
When all the reports are made
Then nothing will go undelayed
The torches flame will understand
The city wasn’t built by hand
Taking a trip to the station
Another turn in the old rotation
Nothing ever feels the same the second time around
Nothing ever feels the same the second time around
In every life there’s another in wait to be found
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6. |
The Final Song
04:51
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They always said the day would come
When everything we knew would come undone
And nothing new begins again
And every other night remembered when
The final song has been requested
And all night long the guests are dancing while the lights are going
It won’t be long ‘til the doors are open
The throngs of people catch the night ride home
The fog rolls out, a silent dawn
An open claim sits unresolved
A ride downtown to a world once known
Reminds you what it means to feel alone
The final song has been requested
And all night long the guests are dancing while the lights are going
It won’t be long ‘til the doors are open
The throngs of people catch the night ride home
The last verse isn’t written yet
Belated words, unused breaths
A rhyme that closed the book once more
The line that opened every door
The final song has been requested
And all night long the guests are dancing while the lights are going
It won’t be long ‘til the doors are open
When all the people catch the night ride home
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Max Foreman Los Angeles, California
Max Foreman is a songwriter, producer and Resident Assistant Professor of Music at Occidental College in Los Angeles, CA. Coming out of Experimental Sound Practices at California Institute of the Arts, Foreman co-founded Bouquet with Pennypacker Riggs. He released two solo EPs, Underground and Serious Business. His new single is titled "Letter of Resignation". ... more
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