1. |
Hindsight
03:37
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with wings like a bird
jumping off wisps of the wind
you were born out of chaos to
the search for stability
submersed in a world of senses
subject to the weight of time
and cursed with the gift of
hindsight
hindsight
you will be the death of the
youthful glow
that swims around you now
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2. |
To see the old as new
02:04
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you called me on my flip phone
to see if I could come down
down to the river where you were
gazing in the portal there
to I don't know where
but it was somewhere better I assume
somewhere where the cigarettes
would never burn out
and the bricks were always shifting on the balcony
well keep it kicking till the morning light can
bring a wave of warmth and jazz to fill the room
and everything can be new
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3. |
Castle dreams
00:18
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4. |
Wasting time
02:36
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all hatred is the same
spreading like roaches
breaking like rain
wasting the time away
just a waste of time
it is wasting the time away
just a waste of time
and I knew it
but that lifetime is gone
as the time passed
I lost track
and the sun kept rising on
billowing clouds creep
over the tower
sky high, miles deep
and so much greater
so I'll be wasting the time away
just wasting time
you'll find me wasting the time away
just wasting time
while the men scurry under
running like rats
to check off the list
for another list
I'll just keep drifting on
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5. |
Dandelion wine
02:37
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always growing
the only constant is
the way the tides change
building up so they can break down
or maybe it's the other way
ask me again some other day
either way
I'll see you when the grass gets tall again
and the dandelions are ripe for wine
I'll get real drunk then
take a bit of my time
to do a little bit of nothing
and leave nothing undone
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6. |
The Great Wooden Castle
03:32
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green baseball fence
show me to the field
where the grass stretches
over the horizon
and hours
felt like a day
cause days lasted an eternity
when we hadn't spent our time on
hoping for a refund
we hadn't sold our time
to the first buyer we could find
baked in the afternoon sun
stands a wooden castle
rising up
scattered bits of puzzles past
under the couch I might add
but they always show themselves
when you're moving out
and you hadn't spent your time on
hoping for a refund
you hadn't sold your time
to the first buyer you could find
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7. |
I told you once before
01:49
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All lyrics to this song were improvised and lost to time with the exception of
"I told you once before but I should say it all the time"
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8. |
Shape shifter
02:14
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shifting shapes of perfect uniqueness
seamless symbols of heaven
when seconds are centuries
the mountains move the same
emerging
well I know time takes
and it's a choice to change
argument to admiration
selling our lives for a place to spend them
can you create the conditions needed for comfort
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9. |
The Valley
00:57
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10. |
Serpents of light
02:42
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serpents of light
slivering down the highway
where mountains of mirror
tower over the river
eyes endlessly fixed on
cyan, yellow and magenta
leave your spirit at the gate
here it only adds more weight
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11. |
Six of cups
02:14
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only ever thinking in words
hardly ever feeling in retrospect
but the monologue keeps
running on and on
filtering through events
in layers of abstraction
reflecting the reflections
where's it going anyway
when you only ever contemplate
how to relay
and you're looking for another's eyes
worrying and compromising
living in hindsight
when the dust still sparkles
bright and weightless
and the morning hour brings the light
through the window pass
like some misplaced childhood space
conjured up again
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12. |
Roots
03:33
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slippin in my roots in the dry, cracked ground
growing's going slow but I'm hoping for a rain shower
cause somebody long ago told me I could grow here
told me I could grow anywhere I wanted to
saying glory waits for you
where you finally fall
tell me was it
just for validation after all
cause I could never tell
slippin in my roots in the coarse, sand ground
empty blue sky where the sun keeps beating down
you know I can see clear for miles around
but the only things here are dust and senschuct
will glory wait for me
where I finally fall
tell me was it
just for validation after all
cause I always hoped there be more to it
something never seen
that you could feel in the pit of your stomach
I always hoped
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13. |
Killing time
00:40
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14. |
Nothing new
02:19
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I've seen you here before
you go by 'open minded'
but you are nothing of the sort
closed, padlocked and
nothing new
and nothing good can come through you
nothing strange
so nothing will be changed through you
same old fiction
poisoning the vine
causing friction
with the same old vengeful lines
its nothing new
and nothing good can come through you
nothing strange
so nothing will be changed through you
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15. |
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mother I'm sorry
I didn't realize just all you'd given up for me
I was just thinking about myself
like always
and I know it's really not my place
but could you do just one more thing for me
just one last time
lead me back home
and give me shelter from the rain
and a window to let the sun shine in
to warm my body and I'll feel fine
all the days of my life
beneath the splintered sunlight of the trees
with peace and harmony
deliberately
all the days of my life
I've been running away so far, so long
to get god knows where
and now that I am finally there
I just wanna go home
and so
mother I'm sorry
I didn't realize just all you'd given up for me
I was just thinking about myself
like always
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Torchiana Athens, Georgia
Singer/songwriter music by Matthew Torchiana Hoban, based in Athens GA.
For booking, email torchianamusic@gmail.com
I'm always down to play.
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