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Invisible Sigh
03:18
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you can’t see the invisible sigh
from a blanket of mites in a bed that can die
and while you wallowed the perverted news
they closed down the bars and the temperature hit you
as this world keeps giving time
you paused and breathed the great divide
you washed away your faith
your feet at rest, your mind a race
he saw the mountain covered in the fog
let us meet at the top where the people won't see us
as you lay your body on a bed of grass.
let me touch your face, let me hold your hand
as the world keeps giving time
you paused and breathed the great divide
you washed away your faith
your feet at rest you mind a race
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2. |
Guitar Loop
02:24
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3. |
Mirror Image Twins
04:17
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your eyes go black
no distance fixed
a single point in time
a thousand prints
along the shore
the shore of sound
and it's my fault
well hurry up
mirrored twins
perfect drinks
make me sick
scattered days
along the shore
the shore of sound
and it's my fault
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4. |
A Phrase
03:25
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You found failure
in the act of a song
that is luck, luck, luck
and a bad excuse is better than none
that is luck, luck, luck
a new found fence
we constructed from pens
the foundation was worn
by the eyes of the shore
and we didn’t sleep
while the crows cackled our feet
but she spins incomplete
and the mind is just a memory
and it’s luck
he drinks water from a plastic cup
that is luck, luck, luck
and you bath in branch
pulled from each of us
that is luck, luck, luck
a fond farewell to the gravity of sound
we can blend in the crowd
cut your hair, make mom proud
and there is a phrase
a watched man never plays
as we sit and we wait
for the end of the train
and it’s luck
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5. |
Out of Touch
03:41
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I got lost, don't know how to fit in
On the plane ride, there's no charity
but I dreamed of a lasting divine
I'm just a child on the rail lines
And somehow you are out of touch
there is a ghost down the longest parade
I found you on the lawn on top of sailing men
And I am drunk, drunk on chartreuse and wine
I gotta away with this child-like mind
And somehow you are out of touch
somehow you, somehow are out of touch
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Best Move Sacramento, California
Best Move’s debut album, Relational Memory, is an exercise in facing the present: not the end of your life, nor the beginning, but the murky middle. Fusing Jon Brion-esque melodies with the bittersweet sadness of Elliott Smith, the songs are about the memories that pile up in a town you’ve lived in for years, memories that expand in complexity and depth as we inevitably get older. ... more
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