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Trigger Town
03:45
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I am right now this precious young man bursting at the seams
I am right now this tired old man full of memories
I am right now two people at once; how can that be?
We can sit down, laugh at ourselves, and avoid catastrophe
Is it this town where time stands still and I can never breathe?
Is it this town where I might have peaked that’s holding me back?
In this small town, promises made and never followed through
Each time I come back, try as I may, I know I’ll never leave
How can I be home again?
In this small town, crossroads and cornfields
How can I be home again?
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2. |
Have No Reserve
04:03
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When you look at me with those eyes
I know everything is gonna be alright
When your almond eyes have no reserve
Well, I know I may not, probably, maybe hope to deserve
When I count backwards from halfway there
I see the all the years led up to you
And I’m headed home, and I’m back on track
And I’ll see those eyes aspire to things I swore I’d never dream
Oh, in these moments, time breaks down
Breaks down enough to let the seconds bloom
Oh, in these moments, time breaks down
And then the clock ticks, and I hope the memory holds
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3. |
Little Flame
04:14
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How did things lead to this
Nightfall under a sad kitchen glow?
The family came along
Needed help; not aspirations
Their eyes and mouths, they cried out to me
Rehearsals would have to wait
Promoters all ignore me now
Tainted by responsibility
Whatever doesn’t go my way
Whatever detours come
Gotta have faith as I turn away
That little flame will still be burning
However dark the lonely night
However dim the light
Gotta have faith as I turn away
That little flame will still be burning
I put my passion on a shelf
Just to pay the rent
The stream of life
Forks two ways and
Forces you to choose
It’s not quite regret
That bubbles up while family’s asleep
That next song lives on
waiting the right night
Whatever doesn’t go my way
Whatever detours come
Gotta have faith as I turn away
That little flame will still be burning
However dark the lonely night
However dim the light
Gotta have faith as I turn away
That little flame will still be burning
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I will never chase you away again
I will never dig up the way we’ve been
I will never look past you; you’re new each week
I will always work on Us peacefully
All I need is a love who won’t run away
Who keeps those small promises each day
I will never let you walk alone
I will never forget that we’re The Home
I will never leave here without you
I will always treat our love like it’s brand new
All I need is a love who won’t run away
Who keeps those small promises each day
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Have You Seen Wings?
04:12
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She decided to fly on wings she hadn’t tested
Now, I’m all alone and she’s grounded somewhere out West
I told her on a foggy night, “You don’t need to love me best
But please stay for a while in our unremarkable nest”
Has anyone seen wings? Aloft or down, pointed to the ocean?
If she’s stranded, tell her she can come back for a long while
Her plumage was so fine, iridescent blue
I get why she wanted to try to fly on wings too new
I told her on a foggy night, “You don’t need to love me best
But please stay for a while in our unremarkable nest”
Has anyone seen wings? Aloft or down, pointed to the ocean?
If she’s stranded, tell her she can come back for a long while
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6. |
Sit Right Down
04:15
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Gonna stop fabricating, stop typing out the words
Scenes that may never play out, take solace in what remains
I’ll stop chasing the story, ravens in flame in the dusk
No more blind investing in what I want to exist
I’m gonna sit right down in the middle of unfolding
Sit and stare at weather gliding by me
Say nothing about life perpetuating
Do nothing with phantom possibility
Pen has lifted from paper, the tobacco trestles and clouds
Will have to find a new way to get their minutes of fame
The fantasies and tall tales still come and visit me
But I don't seem to care anymore, and they leave eventually
I’m gonna sit right down in the middle of unfolding
Sit and stare at weather gliding by me
Say nothing ‘bout life perpetuating
Do nothing with phantom possibility
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7. |
Opus Girl
04:39
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All my life, I’m writing
Always falling short of something
What seems so epic now
Loses fire as time goes on
I’ve heard the greatest works
Are never finished; always worked on
And you, my dear, are coming
You’ll grow from helpless into helpful
And show me what really matters
And keep me working ‘till the end
You are the song
The greatest music that will bear my name
All the selfish things I’ve constructed
Don’t stand up to the twinkle in your eye
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I look back through a door at a past that lasted too long
It swings shut with a creak. Resigned, I turn back around
I’ve fallen apart; off a pacifying wall
And all the king’s therapy can’t put me together again
I move forward at last with nothing left to guide
Each move has the sting of Fear (my oldest friend)
Old friend, I must say goodbye
Because you don’t treat me like the old days
I’ve got better things to do
and people I won’t leave behind
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Brendan Regan Seattle, Washington
Brendan Regan spent his early years drumming for bands in Toledo, Denver, and Seattle. Then, one early morning after a gig, unloading drums in a Seattle deluge, he knew his drumming days were done. The next day he sold them, bought a guitar, and began pouring out bittersweet, dark, personal hymns and lilting melodies delivered in an "oak-aged rasp." ... more
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