1. |
Getting Close to Nowhere
04:03
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Getting close to nowhere
Getting close to nowhere I want to be
Getting close to knowing,
Getting close to seeing I can’t see
Getting hard of hearing
Getting hard to hear above the sea
Fading lights out on the freeway
Holding out to break the day
Crossing over water
Crossing off the places I have been
Growing weary
Taking turns to disagree
Fading lights out on the freeway
Holding out to break the day
Take the turn, make it easy
Hold on tight, swallow your pride
Breaking light out on the freeway
Closing in to break of day
Getting close to nowhere
Getting close to nowhere I want to be
Getting close to nowhere
Getting close to nowhere I want to be
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2. |
Lights Out
03:28
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Lights Out
Clearing out the vanities
hair and makeup, where’d they put the keys
Off the cuff, a ransom note
On the collar, powder burns bespoke
Lights out
The curtains drawn
Behind the scenes rage on
They’re calling out for lines, stage whispers play for time
Lights out
Concrete block, a doorless stall
kill the smell of rubbing alcohol
off the rack a satin robe
cotton laces, heavy bag to hold
Lights out
You hit the floor
They’re shouting out for more
You count the numbers down, waiting for the sound
It would not escape us, life the spotlight stole
Time lost to embrace it, ‘fore darkness fills the hole.
Lights out.
Lights out
your senses dimmed
on wings of seraphim
Their shadows lour the sky, their beatings raise the skin
Lights out
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3. |
Woke
04:26
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Woke
Won’t ever be woke, no turning round
Can’t unburden ourselves, it was left unsaid
The call’s coming from in the house
Won’t ever be woke, can’t hit rewind
Can’t unburden ourselves if it was left unspoke,
the dead leading the blind.
It’s in the water, under the skin
We’re breaking promises before we begin
Situational awareness, close to the vest
cards where we can see them, there’s a weight on our chest
Won’t ever be woke, no turning round
Can’t unburden ourselves, it was left unsaid
The call’s coming from in the house
Won’t ever be woke, can’t hit rewind
Can’t unburden ourselves if it was left unspoke,
the dead leading the blind.
Failure to illuminate, we didn’t want to try
We were busy spinning fables, Singing sweet lullabies
We’ve run the tables, we’ve been running in place
House always wins when one drop’s the race
Won’t ever be woke, no turning round
Can’t unburden ourselves, it was left unsaid
The call’s coming from in the house
Won’t ever be woke, can’t hit rewind
Can’t unburden ourselves if it was left unspoke,
the dead leading the blind.
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4. |
So Close
03:58
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So Close
We been lately out of touch
Missed conversations never seemed to matter so much
We been waiting so long for this
So the patients form a line
Where’s the money’s gone, sure we can turn on a dime
Couldn’t ask for better
So close we can taste it
Take a breath we can make it all work out
So close we can taste it
Hold tight and embrace it
So we reached our state of grace
Congratulations, no it’s not just any old place
our welcome wagon’s dragging
So close we can taste it
Take a breath we can make it all work out
So close we can taste it
Hold tight and embrace it
World’s come round again, step out on that wing
World’s come round again to sing
So close we can taste it
Take a breath we can make it all work out
So close we can taste it
So close we can
So close we can taste it
Hold tight
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5. |
Sauve qui peut
05:31
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Sauve qui peut
Just start the engine
it shakes and we pray to the powers below
she’ll cut the tension
A foul-mouthed report and the gears start to groan
This bears attention
A kit-bag performance we stuffed in the hole.
sauve qui peut
on vive tout seul
Comme l’assommoir
Ne jamais avoir
This rates a mention
We finally breathe, then the wheels come undone
It begs the question
Is grace due to those who hold fast or who run
those who outrun
sauve qui peut
On vive tout seul
ne tombe pas juste
ce coup de gueule
It’s closing season
We’ve run out of colors, we’re running to ground
We hear the breathing
The footsteps behind us the lights and the hounds
sauve qui peut
on vive tout seul
comme l’oiseau
conduit au tombeau
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6. |
Found Alive
04:56
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Found Alive
Never felt much closer
Dying of exposure
Tides roll with you when you rise
Wagers set upon your smile
We were found alive
We were found alive
A tap upon the shoulder
How well had we known her?
Tempest tossed off tender reels
On tenterhooks, untethered heel
we were found alive
We were found alive
Poorly drawn faces, shallow field
And chronic wasting never healed
Bracing for the whirlwind
Getting under your skin
Lasting lash pits grit for grin
We laugh, we cry and then we win
We were found alive
We were found alive
We were found in time
We were found
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7. |
Remedies
04:59
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Remedies
Restless hearts
Slow the beat, rise with a start
Weary vine
Crawling cross the finish line
When the end is nigh
Take the fall in stride
Roll the helical marching brass glory ride
Remedies
let the wormwood light the seas
Remedies
Artemisia breaks her ease
Faithless skin
Shed the edifice within
Hollow sound
Stow the pieces underground
When your worlds collide
Take the leap and ride
Slake the aerosol pheromone holy tide
Remedies
May the wormwood light the seas
Remedies
Artemisia shakes the trees
Lights almost
Lights almost
Lights almost gone
Remedies
May the wormwood light the seas
Remedies
Artemisia reveries
Remedies
May the wormwood ignite the seas
Remedies
Artemisia reveries
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gather round me, fruit of my loin
hear a yarn wove across many a year
how our god’s golden country unraveled and lost
to the hippies, commies and queers
once a barber’s chair stood on this green
and the shepherd’s hands brandished their shears
calling all who might stray: we’ve a special today
for the hippies, commies and queers
soon the solstice stole winter’s content
And the birth of our lord disappears
say not merry nor christmas, ‘tis season’s lament
Thanks to hippies, commies and queers
Lo’ our swords into plowshares made good
And the day of our judgement draws near
When kingdom come’s a calling, we’ll be covered in mud,
with the hippies, commies and queers
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Wojcicki Vermont
"Now here is someone that doesn't want their music heard."
-- Billy
Bragg
Wojcicki is a 3-piece band that has been playing in and around Southern Vermont since 2011. With many textures (banjo, lap steel, acoustic and electric guitars, as well as electronic flourishes) the song-oriented ensemble explores personal and political themes with plenty of pop hooks.
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