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Rio Grande
03:01
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somewhere down south of here
there's a woman with an armload of grass
weaving a basket
that'll float the Rio Grande
she'll send her baby on it
the river running wild and fast
to curry the favor
of whatever pharoah owns the land
a seed of an idea, like mustard greens
like newborn fingers,
curled and half asleep
awake
from her mouth, a vineyard
of swears and hallelujahs entwined,
a new wine is vinted
a blend of sweet commandment
oh, to hell with the semantics
the camel and the cable confide
the eye of a needle
is tall enough to stand inside
a seed of an idea, like mustard greens
like newborn fingers
curled and half asleep
awake with a thunder from underneath
stretch up and reach through
the hardest part of me
may all our tinfoil idols
lay crumpled on the ground
and our pre-fab Olympus
divided by the thousand
oh, maybe I’m naive for thinking
that a mountain so stubborn can move
but if I’m a mountain moving
I think maybe you can be, too
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Theseus
03:16
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at the edges of my fingers
never quite closing round it
oh, that peace like a river
always going, but never getting
seems like maybe it’s not all that much a place
as it is a way
and ways don’t ever seem to want to
stay too still for too long
isn’t that what it’s all about?
the slow trickling thaw that sets the banks in half
the sweet melody it makes when the canyons crack
I wanna give it all I’ve got, and I want nothing
I want nothing back
whatever kingdom come, it probably won’t come quick
no mighty clarion to announce it
no single use ark to discard in an instant
like Theseus’s ship, we’ll fix the busted bits
‘til it’s both nothing like and everything
it’s always been
it’s a wonder we expect a thing to
stay the same at all
maybe that’s what it’s all about
we keep fixing what we know is only bound to break
what’s worth saving is never worth letting go to waste
I want to mend what I’ve got, instead of throwing away
ain’t nothing come easy
no, nothing comes quick
it’s gonna hurt like hell to become well
but if we set the bone straight
it’ll mend
it’ll fix
and we’ll be well
ain’t nothing come easy
no, nothing comes quick
but I want for you this: that you are well
I want for us this: that we are well
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Zephyrus
03:45
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what do you find within the lines of
distant suns
and their systems
where I come up empty?
what have those painted songs of heroes
or the moon
herculean
pulling a half of me?
are we not threaded by the same weave
of the wind
terra firma
and unparted sea?
whether by accident or fortune
you and I
we are matter
and it matters
I want to spin something out of nothing
lead to gold
spring from winter
story from moted sky
I wanna help mother up an orchard
from a seed
up through sapling
daughter phoenix, rise
the way they encourage one another
to push high
touch the sunlight
against their tender leaves
they’ll be full grown before you know it
and as I breathe
so does she
we are breathing
so let me melt down like mountain glaciers
break the bonds
I’ve been holding onto
let ‘em soften me
‘til every part that I am made of
waters deep
to the roots
of something greener
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Soap
03:34
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I've heard
since I was younger
that oil and water don't mix
they're polar opposites
with a molecular rift you can't fix
but I swear with all your burnt bridges,
you could leech what’s caustic and find
a rudimentary lye
some kind of miraculous bind
oh no, I think I’m not quite ready
to let you circle the drain
all the things we’ve broken
can be puzzled together again
all your sums and your pieces
are enough to clean up
all the messes you’ve made
I think that you’re worth keeping around
I think you’re worth holding onto
I’ve heard if I were tougher
then maybe I’d make it alive
I got a tender side
I’ll need a harder shell to survive
but if seeing is believing
I don’t know I’ve seen a thing grow
without an open coat
not without a softness showing
I know maybe you’re not quite ready
to loosen your hold
on the safety blanket
you been keeping around your shoulders
but your sums and your pieces
are enough to make you whole
you gotta let go
I think that you’re worth keeping around
I think that you’re worth holding onto
it’s gonna hurt like hell
but we’re gonna be well
I’ll give you my best shot
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Rounds
03:34
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am I still speaking?
yeah, I’m long in the wind
I’ll go on and on and on again
if my chest don’t cave in
when did I last breathe in
am I empty again
oh, that wind that I’ve been spending
is a long one my friend
be the sun as my witness,
better prophets could pen
a thousand words for every chord
I could ever begin
may their carbon given
be an echoing hymn
that goes on and on and on again
so long as I live
(ooh)
(ooh)
round, around, a round again
will you start where I end
am I still speaking?
yeah, I’m long in the wind
I’ll go on and on and on again
if my chest don’t cave in
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The Oh Hellos San Marcos, Texas
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The Oh Hellos began in a cluttered
bedroom, where siblings Maggie and Tyler Heath recorded their self-titled EP in 2011. In the fall of 2012, the sibling duo released their debut full-length record Through the Deep, Dark Valley, an album full of regret and redemption, which they wrote, recorded, produced, mixed, and mastered themselves.
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