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The New Manhattan
03:03
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Did you always live in fear of tomorrow?
It’s a pretty nerve-wracking way to be.
My future won’t be so scary
If I can make a career of losing sleep.
All my friends know what I mean,
We’re like an Insomniacs Anonymous meeting,
Praying that one day we can get jobs counting sheep.
I think it’s time we all just let it go.
The past can only haunt you if you give in to the ghost.
We haven’t been missing out on much of anything at all.
You don’t miss the fever
But the delirium it brings.
I hold this city by a string
That it wears like an engagement ring.
But I’ve been thinking about it,
And neither of us is ready.
Can we please break this off?
I think it’s time we all just let it go.
The past can only haunt you if you give in to the ghost.
We won’t be missing out on much of anything at all,
But I promise that I’ll be on call.
Changing times don’t mean you should forget what you’ve been told.
The new Manhattan will be troubling because it’s built upon the old.
I think it’s time we all just let it go.
The past can only haunt you if you give in to the ghost.
We won’t be missing out on much of anything at all.
I think it’s time we all just let it go.
The past can only haunt you if you give in to the ghost.
We won’t be missing out on much of anything at all,
But I promise that I’ll be on call.
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2. |
Monument
02:45
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May I have this dance?
This may be the last time we can share.
We’ve been getting older,
And begging to be spared.
And I know you feel this too.
And I know you want this like I do.
I hope you understand that
You stand monumental.
You’re written as a testament,
And I cannot contend with this.
I’ve been broken in,
But I’m willing to start again.
I just can’t wait to take hits
From that girl’s summer skin.
I’ve been broken in,
But I’m willing to start again.
I just can’t wait to take hits
From that girl’s summer skin.
I’ve been wasting Friday nights,
Watching headlights speeding under me,
But I’d rather be wasting them with you.
And I know you’re spoken for,
But you’re a rare thing I believe in
It’s right on time that you’d be leaving.
I don’t need a lover,
I just need someone to listen.
It’s always been implicit
And I guess we’ll always stay this way.
I’ve been broken in,
But I’m willing to start again.
I just can’t wait to take hits
From that girl’s summer skin.
I’ve been broken in,
But I’m willing to start again.
I just can’t wait to take hits
From that girl’s summer skin.
And Joe says,
“It’s funny how this ends.
I finally figured high school out
Just in time to start again.”
I think he’s on to something
That I figured out too late.
“We’re so complicated,
And we’ll always stay this way.”
I’ve been broken in,
But I’m willing to start again.
I just can’t wait to take hits
From that girl’s summer skin.
I’ve been broken in,
But I’m willing to start again.
I just can’t wait to take hits
From that girl’s summer skin.
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3. |
In the Breeze
03:37
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You are the rain,
Falling down from the sky
And touching everything.
You’re the sun shower hitting my window pane.
Last night I dreamt
You hadn’t packed your memories
Into that bag and left.
I’m sorry things went so quickly.
Now everything’s quiet.
(She came in on the breeze and
she’ll go out on the breeze)
There are no strings, no binding.
Wash me away.
Cut me loose,
I feel the pain.
There are no strings, no binding.
Wash me away.
Cut me loose,
I feel the pain in the weather of yesterday.
When the wind blows from the East
I taste the salt from your skin.
This is all that’s left of me
From a winter I lived buried.
My bed is filled with broken glass
I think I’m sleeping in.
I haven’t looked well in such a long time.
She came in on the breeze and,
She’ll go out on the breeze.
There are no strings, no binding.
Wash me away.
Cut me loose,
I feel the pain.
There are no strings, no binding.
Wash me away.
Cut me loose,
I feel the pain in the weather of yesterday.
You are not an angel.
They say you can’t always go back.
This is how I suspected
You would react.
Watch out below.
It’s quiet now.
Maybe you were right,
I need time to sort myself out.
There are no strings, no binding.
Wash me away.
Cut me loose,
I feel the pain.
There are no strings, no binding.
Wash me away.
Cut me loose,
I feel the pain in the weather of yesterday.
Wash me away.
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4. |
I'm Not the Narrator
02:24
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There’s something strange about the way
You say my name when I’m not listening
And I dare to say it’s stranger
When I am.
I’ve never been the jealous type,
And I don’t think I am now,
It’s just a feeling, but I wouldn’t call it doubt.
So please try to keep the sounds out of your mouth.
Call me Jackson,
Call me Florida,
Call me New York City in the rain.
Call me a suburban home
On the Better Coast,
Call me downtown San Francisco and take the blame.
Because you get lucky
When you’re alone at the casino.
Think It’s funny,
When you fall asleep at the machine.
You’ve got a problem,
You want everyone to know it,
That you blew a loaded bet
Against the home team.
Call me blackjack,
Call me baccarat,
Call me the Four horse in the sixth race.
Call me your royal flush,
I’ll be the eye you rub,
When they hand you that wild one-eye jack.
I don’t think I’ll ever write a song about you,
So you’ll just have to try and make due.
Call me Wonderwall,
Call me Basket Case,
Call me Holland, 1945.
Be my No Seatbelt Song,
I’ll be your Mr. Jones,
Because we all know exactly what that means.
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5. |
Survivor's Guilt
03:39
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I've been hanging with these friends
That I haven't seen in years,
Their middle school mentality
Never really worked for me.
And Doc says
I feel like a ghost
I just hope that there's a name for this syndrome.
I want to know what's wrong with me.
I've got way too many questions to get answers in the backseat.
Though we tried our best to get undressed,
I just feel naked when you're with me.
I'm keeping up with everyone I can
Out of necessity and a failing sense of urgency.
Mikey never texts,
And Carly never lets me
Live the old me down.
But I've had real friends for a few years now,
And we're headlong on the fast track
To getting out of this town.
There's a million things going right for me,
So why don't I let it make me happy?
I want to know what's wrong with me.
I've got way too many questions to get answers in the backseat.
Though we tried our best to get undressed,
I just feel naked when you're with me.
I want to know what's wrong with me
So I take long walks in parking lots.
Watch the ripples in the rainbows on the oil,
Distorted irony that keeps me out of trouble.
Hey Doc,
Thanks for keeping me okay.
You said you know I’m gonna be somebody someday.
You know I’m gonna be somebody someday,
You know I’m gonna be somebody someday.
I guess us ghosts are better off in our own way.
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Catching Quiet Babylon, New York
Catching Quiet is an alternative band from New York City/Long Island. Founded in December 2011, the band is comprised of five friends from high school: Ted Little on vocals, Jon Repetti on lead guitar, Ciaran Slattery on rhythm guitar and backup vocals, Chris Smith on bass and backup vocals, and Joe Goldin on drums. ... more
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