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Alight
03:52
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I told you I wanted
to be part of it
and I told you I want it to be part of it
You told me you want it
to be a part of it
and you told me you wanted to be apart
It’s a light in the dark and it’s gone
You were right on the mark and you’re wrong
And I lied in a part of the song
to be part of it
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2. |
Dogs
04:05
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You can twist me in the wind, don’t tell me where you’ve been
You can make me ghost again
And you watch my head spin, make me sit for my dinner
You can make me ghost again
Make me a ghost again
While you’re away, I wait outside the house
Lift an ear to every sound
I sleep all day like a dog whose master’s out
I don’t know up from down
If you think about it again, maybe you’ll feel different then
Maybe I’ll feel different then
There’s a little opening, enough for me to slip in
Enough for me to slip in
You can twist me in the win, make me sit for my dinner
You can make me ghost again
Make me a ghost again
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3. |
Starts
04:20
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I’m falling down, my love is opening now
Unpack my mouth, leave light off on the way out
I watch the road, I hold the holy see
to bring it home and bathe in constant heat
Unfold the town, dig up this plot that I found
You pull me ‘round, your glove is holding it down
You’ve got some starts, you’ve got some mouths to feed
to fill the yard and bake in constant heat
It’s happening, they’re turning green in spite of me
The bed is made, we pull the sheets, it’s neighborly
and sofa queen, we live between the good and the bad dream
You hold it close, you keep an ear to the ground
You kneed the dough, my oven’s opening now.
There is no art, it rises constantly
or flies apart and dies in constant heat
It’s happening, you’re turning green in front of me
The bed is made, we pull the sheets, it’s neighborly
and teetering, we live between the good and the bad dream
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4. |
Steepest Stairs
04:42
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When you come out, you’re going to fall down the steepest stairs you’ve ever seen
When you crawl back to the starting line, you’ll be the weakest you’ve ever been
And the hours will pass with your breath on the glass, looking in on the last of the old dream
Come down the stairs and meet me here
Darling, I got your message loud and clear
Hold on tight dear
When the voice grows in broken echos so thick you can’t get nothing through
When they haul you out with a punch to the mouth and you’ve got no friends to carry you
And when you die, with a bug in your eye, and the empty prize that was offered you
Come down the stairs and meet me here
Darling, I got your message loud and clear
Hold on tight dear
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5. |
Salt Mine
04:27
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On the banks behind the salt mine
We gather up around the water line
Drop rocks in pockets and leave the body behind
And then fall back to the empty night
And you put it away but the body knows
And it’s coming back from down below
At daybreak will be dredging time
pulling up yours and I’m pulling up mine
As the light fades we’ll be throwing more lines
Leaning into waves, unfolding crimes
And you put it away but the body knows
And it’s coming back from down below
What’s coming up when you look there?
What’s coming up when you hear that word?
Okay, but what’s coming up when you walk that like, look what you find. What’s coming up from the salt mine?
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6. |
Man
03:41
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You want a man
I talk about hardness
Leave the engine on
Pull on the harness, I’m gone
You want a man
What a man
I fall into darkness
on the short drive home
I know where to park this conversation I love my daddy
sending messages
But there’s still a part of me, amen
You want a man
You want a man
A real man
What a man
What man
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7. |
Small Town Death
04:49
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Small town death coming out of the blue
I can’t begin to understand you
All that’s left and what you’re willing to do
I feel cold as I hold the remote in a hotel room
Small town fake on a TV screen
I’ve no idea what it’s supposed to mean
Small mistakes leave you in between a dead end road or an opening
Toss up the dinner plate
Shoot it out the air I’d like to demonstrate
All the ways you’ll be cut down
It’s a long way to the next town
Small town debtors are coming to call
They’re pushing us all against the wall
And training their sites on the brightest star
I feel cold as I behold the center of it all
Toss up the dinner plate
Shoot it out the air I’d like to demonstrate
All the ways you’ll be cut down
It’s a long way to the next town
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8. |
After You
05:09
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I want to hold your robe in high tides
I want to hide you from black skies
Don’t want to lock the door at night but I can see the dust slipping through I’m writing down my name after you
I’m leaning as I stand, the wind blows
I’m holding out my hand, eyes closed
I wake up and I’m hanging upside down but I’ll enjoy the view
I walk across the wire after you
After you, there is a pause
After you, watch as the bomb falls
After you, nothing at all
So lets release the dogs on the lawn
And let the peace dissolve, all gone
Don’t ask to quote because it can be hard to say what’s right and what’s true
I’m climbing up the wall after you
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9. |
Time
02:48
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I walked out to the edge of town in the golden days
Time don’t bend like it did back then, it was commonplace
I’m gonna waste another day with a broken face
Felt the hour near
Watched the hands turn
Didn’t know dear, how to answer
I got out and drove around but nothing came
Thought I’d see it differently in the new terrain
But time don’t move backwards, it only moves forwards
Time don’t move backwards, it only moves forwards
Time don’t move backwards, what a shame
Felt the hour near
Watched the hands turn
Didn’t know dear, how to answer
How to answer
How?
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Joyero Durham, North Carolina
Joyero is the new songwriting project of Andy Stack of Wye Oak (Sounds like Joy Arrow. Or Joy Air,
Oh!).
In addition to his role as one half of Wye Oak, Stack has gained notoriety in recent years as a multi-instrumental collaborator with Lambchop, EL VY, Helado Negro, Madeline Kenney, and Thor Harris, among others.
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