1. |
Changing Fast
01:57
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Got no clue just how she's doing
The mistress went only to the viewing
You'd think she knows what she wants
Wouldn't you
Got no clue what he should be seeing
Rorschach man still ain't breathing
Seems like they're looking for something specific
Wouldn't you
Bent not broken but still won't last
The lord's lady saw you slipping out the back
You say this world is changing fast but honey
Not fast enough for you
Got no clue whose voice we're hearing
The patriarchy's in the corner jeering
You'd think they know something I don't
Wouldn't you
Bent not broken but still won't last
The lord's lady saw you slipping out the back
You say this world is changing fast but honey
Not fast enough for you
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2. |
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No I don't quite know what you mean
I just know that you mean to lose me
Preaching blue jean byzantine
Crooked schemes as straight forward as they seem
Is this the way it's always been
Broke down sunbeams
Half lives in quarantine
Backwards breathing
Is this the way it's always been
In the ravine of routine
The valley floor
Just who is it for
My mistake I started to think
In what world is this thought to be normal
Hey it'll be fine just don't blink
Sir have you tried acting more uh mortal
No I don't quite know what to say
I just know that we've got no say in the matter
Is this the way it's always been
Turbid mainstream
Day after sunset trees
Sideways speaking
Is this the way it's always been
In the heat of becoming
Quick questionnaire
Why should we care
No I don't quite know what I want
I just know it should be something real shiny
No I don't really want to jump
I just want to feel like I wouldn't mind it
No I don't quite know what you mean
No I don't quite know what to say
No I don't quite see what you see
A future in parentheses
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3. |
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Here we are again
Staring at the empty throne
There you go again
Counting my chromosomes
Take a breath and then
Work the song you used to play
Oh the prettiest voice
With nothing much to say
Thoughts that you can't control
Roads that you'll never know
Futures creased at the fold
Swear that we've been here before
Wills that you cannot change
Memories that turn strange
Times of night without names
I can see you're waiting for
Something I don't know more
I miss the days then
We acted like we didn't care
Miss the way you said home
Like we were almost there
What is the right way
Just tell me what I'm supposed to do
Just put me to work say
Guarding an empty room
Thoughts that you can't control
Roads that you'll never know
Futures creased at the fold
Swear that we've been here before
Wills that you cannot change
Memories that turn strange
Times of night without names
I can see you're waiting for
Something I don't know more
This is all there is
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na here we are
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na there you go
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Piecemeal dryland heaven
Cleanse myself of the old tics
Come ye all my brethen
Count the turns the lamplight's missed
Didn't know things could be different
Didn't know my eyes were fucked
Children laughing in the distance
For once I don't hate their fun
Don't think I'll ever figure out
Everything is a stormcloud
I'm still waiting for the sound
Burning bread unlevened
The lonely west the sunlight's kiss
Come ye all my sistren
Count the beats that our hearts skipped
Didn't know things could be different
Didn't know my eyes were fucked
Didn't know I could wish this
Didn't know I could love this much
Don't think I'll ever figure out
Everything is a stormcloud
I'm still waiting for the sound
Don't think I'll ever figure out
Everything is a stormcloud
I'm still waiting for the sound
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5. |
Morning Air
02:28
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No I don't want to succeed
All that I need is to breathe
The morning air before the
World moves on without me
So I wasted all that time
Time I didn't know was mine
Can you blame me
Guess I'm feeling fine
Just losing my mind
I don't want to understand
All I need is a plan for
These last few give-a-damns
For the use of these empty hands
Fill up in another dead desert town
Empty roads with the windows down
The blowing wind it spoke to me
Said kid what the hell d'ya expect to see
Everything but what you came for
Everything but what you care for the most
No I don't want to succeed
All that I need is to breathe
The morning air before the
World moves on without me
Someplace outside Hurricane
Thought I saw god in the dryland rain
On top of the world the answer I found
That rain never even touched the ground
I don't want to understand
All I need is a plan for
These last few give-a-damns
For the use of these empty hands
No I don't want to succeed
All that I need is to breathe
The morning air before the
World moves on without me
I don't want to understand
All I need is a plan for
These last few give-a-damns
For the use of these empty hands
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6. |
You Are Sane
03:07
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Some prick not as strong as he seems
Is using pronouns like he means it
She's had enough
In dust we trust
The deacon damns her to hell
For loving someone like himself
Stardust made rust
Is it enough
You are sane don't
Worry bout a thing
No need to explain
Don't feel ashamed
I'm listening
It don't have a name but
I feel the same
It doesn't matter where I am
She says even here in my own bed
I just wanna
Go home
You are sane don't
Worry bout a thing
No need to explain
Don't feel ashamed
I'm listening
It don't have a name but
I feel the same
You are sane don't
Worry bout a thing
No need to explain
Don't feel ashamed
I'm listening
It don't have a name but
I feel the same
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Today I saw the world in color
Every fucking hue
I guess that's just another
Thing I'd forgot how to do
In the corner of my vision
I glimpsed something new
A life I could living
A truth that don't feel used
It ain't quite how it used to be
But hell at least it's something
I try to think of what she told me
But I can't memorize
All the old epiphanies
I'd rather have them twice
If only it felt true how
It looks in my mind
Don't have a clue how
But this time it feels right
It ain't quite how it used to be
But hell at least it's something
It ain't quite how it used to be
But hell at least it's something
It ain't quite how it used to be
But hell at least it's something
It ain't quite how it used to be
But hell at least it's something
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Haven't you heard the news
It's the spinoff of the knockoff of the sequel to the blues
Introducing yet another excuse
A nothing man with everything to lose
Get your dirty hands off my paradigm
My sunshine can't quite reach my darling clementine
Seems simple enough but it doesn't feel right
Medusa keeps on waving till she's out of sight
The white knight
The nowhere war
Part-time big nothing
The good fight
The fatal flaw
They don't mean anything
Anymore I don't see you around
They're making a run on the lost and found
I don't know you don't know I don't know you don't know
I don't know you don't know I don't know
The white knight
The nowhere war
Part-time big nothing
The good fight
The fatal flaw
They don't mean anything
Anymore I don't know how to frown
They've got me made up like a rodeo clown
Waiting round the house for my mail order crown
Guinevere is cavalier when all the men aren't around
The white knight
The nowhere war
Part-time big nothing
The good fight
The fatal flaw
They don't mean anything
Haven't you heard the news
It's the spinoff of the knockoff of the sequel to the blues
It is written on the hearts of the smitten
The feeling bout the feeling's always off in the distance
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9. |
Losing Count
04:04
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He carves his name into the wood
Next to words he read in a book about thunderclouds
Mr man misunderstands
She won't fight for a cause that can't land decent bands
The other kids have got it all
Winning smiles penchants for passing yards and business cards
He's just a little bit too tall
For his teenage sister's jeans to fit
And they know fit
Dumbstruck blood on his lips
Holds his pride like a crucifix
Apotheosis or psychosis
The trip back is just a myth
Still waiting for sound
Afraid of losing count
She looks on as they taunt and toss his
Pack into the pond and pin him to the ground
Burning trash behind the mall
Meg and John debate the merits of myopia
He's fine with failing by default
Lesson one never tell anything to anyone
Come on take a deep breath
Shut your mouth and just pretend
Make something out of nothing and hold to it
For now it works like this
The etiquette of taking shit
Soon we'll be old enough to hold a finger in the air
When told there's nothing to it
Tell me is this real
This nothingness I feel
It's not your fault it's not your fault
Still all good sinners kneel
No one wants to hear
The gears behind the mirror
This fear of disappearing behind a cheap veneer of years
We thought we left behind
He carves his name into the wood
Next to words he read in a book about thunderclouds
On a hill they wait for the sound
From a basement losing count
Losing count losing count losing count losing count losing count
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10. |
If There's a Time
02:27
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Your mother breaks another glass
Crying in the kitchenette
Feathers from the ashes
Of your dad's last cigarette
Home from school too soon
Drinking rolling rocks before the tomb
See the news today
Tears in his eyes as he read the names
If there's a time for everything
How do we know when
If there's a time for everything
Why's it happening again
The priest begins to speak
Something about mercy something bout the meek
In the car I hold your hand
Something I understand
At the kingdom's door
Blue ribbons and the shirts he wore
Threw his trumpet in the lake
When the bell tolls it tolls too late
If there's a time for everything
How do we know when
If there's a time for everything
Why's it happening
Happening again
If there's a time for everything
How do we know when
If there's a time for everything
Why's it happening
Happening
Happening again
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Apart from our surroundings
The door begets the pounding
The lights are bright but nobody's around
Matrimony vine climbs up the blinds
Late cretaceous plastic
Ghosts fed up with traffic
Quarterback for the iconoclasts
This won't last
And this won't last
I know what the king is thinking about
The king is thinking about how
The man in the mirror
Is neither here nor there
Airports shaped like mountains
Angels trapped in fountains
The nazarene's glass tambourine
Remind me I was blind but now I'm just cheap
No I don't get what you mean
Acting like we should know
How the hymn goes
From a single note
Round and around
Full circle losing count
Full circle new and improved
It's like we never move
Full circle
Switches that do nothing
Stained glass saint augustine
Mint condition first edition misprint
This don't fit
And this don't fit
I know what the king is thinking about
The king is thinking about how
The man in the mirror
Is neither here nor there
I know what the king is thinking about
The king is thinking about
Giving the kingdom the run around
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12. |
LaGuardia
04:45
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The gleam in his eye hits me
Like a star twenty-eight lightyears late
God give me grace he says
I gave all mine away
A constellation
I don't know it's name
But I think I see why
The past is past the seer is blind
He stares into space
Makes a joke
Turn my cheek for the punchline
He just puts his hand in mine
Stay just a little while
I remember the day you were born
He says I was at the airport bar
At LaGuardia watching the news
Somehow I knew
Kicked my way into the fray and
Wouldn't look him in the eye
Three and two and the crowd goes wild
Needs no explaining he's saying
The bench is cold they've dimmed the lights
Good game boys we'll get them next time
Just a little while
Some consolation
Vase of carnations
Everyone's pointing you home
As if you didn't know which way to go
He's the painting I'm reframing
In the hall they've dimmed the lights
Good game boys everything will be all right
Just a little while
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Silo Hill Laramie, Wyoming
Silo Hill is the one-man project of D.L., a reclusive singer-songwriter originally from the Philadelphia area and now based
in windy, cold Laramie, Wyoming. When asked what other musical acts Silo Hill sounds like, D.L. is sometimes told he is wrong, and that Silo Hill is actually more like so-and-so.
Silo Hill's new self-titled album was released on March 22, 2024.
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