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Lemons
04:43
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And here we dine with our enemies
I know it’s hard,
But they only want to lead us on through
Carry on, and I’ll be brave with you,
And we’ll save our nights for sleeping
We’ll make, we’ll make
Branches emerge from this mud
And lemonade from the Lemons.
Keep your eyes for a messenger
She’ll wait for you where all has been forgiven
Then you will feel whole again
There is light and dark...
We are the waves of love
So lay your hands among the healing – we need it
We’ll make, we’ll make
Branches emerge from this mud
And lemonade from the Lemons.
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2. |
Closer Encounters
04:15
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Expedition calling out
All our transmissions are just static now
And all connections are lost here on the ground
And the power is fading
And the tensions are beginning to rise
And we’re banging on, banging on, with no reply
So take hold by the naked eye,
And kill the radios baby
Until we find a sign of life
And lift your heads up
Come back to life
Let those radios go quiet
And receive this transmission directly to your eyes
It’s the way we were before
The lifeforms here all dangle from a cloud
They keep plugging in, plugging in
And tuning out
Tangled up in masses of wires
Oh why don’t we cut them all down?
I’m giving up this ritual
Back to the way it was before
Lift your heads up, come back to life
Let those radios just die
Closer Encounters are calling on our kind
Closer Encounters are calling on your kind
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3. |
Dominoes
04:33
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I…dress you up to tonight
In the corners of my mind
In that dress that shapes you right
You…yeah, you will make your move
To pass down the rules
But I’ve got my own
And You’ll make me work
You’ll make your marks
I may just fall apart
As the Dominoes I stood in rows
Begin to fall
Pride…can’t fly a flag all night
It aint no match for the lover’s high
Soon we’ll be waving white
And I’ve got your private photos on my phone
Like a love letter to keep me warm
When you’re late to the altar
Will be my communion (and)
I’ll make you work
I’ll make my marks
You may just fall apart
As the Dominoes you stood in rows
Begin to fall
The physical and the emotional will align... in due time
I’ll make you work
You’ll make your marks
We may just fall apart
As the Dominoes we stood in rows
Begin to fall
We’ll make this work
We’ll make our mark
We may just sail afar
Where we’ll land and lay upon white sand
And become one.
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4. |
Medicine
03:59
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Written, performed, produced, and recorded by Freefall Rescue in Los Angeles, CA.
Additional recording by Josh "Cartier " Cutsinger (Hayloft Studios).
Mixed by Martin Cooke.
Mastered by Ian Sefchick.
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5. |
This Dance
04:12
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Your hand
For just this dance?
I know we’ve tried before
We’ll find our rhythm more
But slow down
You move too fast
With feet that wander
Right out the door
Where they sail off to fight in the war
From chapters before
Page after page after page, to oblivion
Chasing our tails around
Page after page after page
Are we still here?
Spotlight
Bring your eyes to mine
Relax that heavy grip
And the noises in your head
That drown out the music
And tangle our legs up
Sending our bodies to the ground
As the needle goes tumbling back
To repeat this madness
Page after page after page, to oblivion
Chasing our tails around
Page after page after page
Are we still here?
Who/ooh are we ….still here?
Fall into rhythm my dear
And lend me your hand
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6. |
Countdown (Interlude)
00:22
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7. |
Sitting on the Launchpad
04:46
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And there you were, one, about to save the world
All buckled in and eager to fly
As it fell dead-quiet, right between “2” and “1”
You lay suspended in time
After all that they told you
About “climbing like you could never fall”
And right before the fire hits the wall
She’s waiting
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Go sailing
Into the sky, into the sky
And take thee
Into your arms, into your arms
The send-off was grand –
Played you out with a band
As you saluted and stepped up the ramp
And now you’re alone
With your lungs overthrown
And a hesitated hand
For what you wanted so badly (and)
She’s waiting
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Go sailing
Into the sky, into the sky
And take thee
Into your arms, into your arms
Play me out…
And surrender all of my body to the stars
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8. |
Rocketbird
04:40
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Way back when as a young man
When you picked me out and we shook hands
You pointed up and said,
“I’ll give it all I got, if you give it all you got”
And extended your final wave
And you climbed like a renegade
While carrying all of my faith
And giving all you got,
And maybe I’m not, maybe I’m not
Way away up there, hey Traveller
Tiny diamond fading from the earth
Can you see me waving from the dirt?
Fly fly away (fly fly away)
Fly fly away, Rocketbird
A look down below, and how we’re all so small
How could I make any waves - even giving all I got?
Don’t you know, I’m just one man oh
But I know you take me oh so serious - enough to believe
That maybe I’m not, maybe I’m not*
(*that maybe he’s not just simply “one man”...but rather that he could do great things)
Way away up there, hey Traveller
Tiny diamond fading from the earth
Can you hear me calling out the words?
Fly fly away (fly fly away)
Godspeed you may, to the top of the universe
You fly away to save us all, but we don’t need a miracle
Were we all to blind to know, that we don’t need a miracle?
Just place your hand inside of mine, we’ll never need a miracle
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9. |
Curtain Call
03:41
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It’s an electric room, a music moon
And I feel we’ll be gone
Until the sun sun sun is up.
There’s still a lot to burn, so pile it on
Yeah we fan the flames, and sing along
At the top top of our lungs.
Take it from the top, you cry
The lights are shining down down down on you
Yeah the show show show goes on
Long after the curtain call
Long after the curtain call
Into the lights you go
To patch it up
And to work through all the highs and lows
That were build build building up for too long
There’s still a lot to burn
Take it from the top, you cried
There’s a lot left in this bottle for you
Yeah the show show show goes on
And the choir, never tires
Long after the curtain call
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10. |
The Shakeup
03:31
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I can feel the turning tide
I can see the waters rise
Have we been before?
Do we know the score, and the truth here?
Going back and forth in our chambers for the truth here.
But there’s a Shakeup, that’s about to blow
Keep your head up, it’s coming
Are we the sleepers of the past?
What will we see when we look back?
It’s a game of blows, it’s a drama show
Not the truth here
To assert divide, to avert the eyes
From the truth here
Look out below, it’s a Shakeup
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11. |
End of the Line
04:18
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Love, I write by the window
Under light of the moon
I step out every station to fill my lungs and to feel the still ground
‘Till conductors tell me to move
As I stare off into the night
Where I see you there by my side
Fading into time
As I ride from the station
Somewhere in between discord and revelation
My heart is strong
I wander and take comfort
That beyond all this fuss and dust I meet the birds as they fly
And I see you there by my side, wading in the tide
And onto the next until they call out the end of the line
Where I see you there by my side
Fading into time
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