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Door
01:31
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She called me back beyond the doors of my own darkness, darkness, we are still here. We are still here.
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Reasons
05:04
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Threadbare, wanton, who cares just so we’re feeling something now
Spinning in the darkness, silk and thread
Hanging by your patchwork promises
Unfold your wings, the wind is full
Just make escape look beautiful, my dear
Tangled in the darkness, stars to pitch
Drawing every pleasure from your lips
I don’t need your reasons to want to make your furl like a lioness
You’re charging me with treason while you’re breathing heavy down my neck
Oh no, we’re only breaking even, come on, baby, won’t you give me anything
I don’t need your reasons just to want to make you sweat and sing
Adamantine, unlike anything you’ve ever seen before
Dark eyes winking in the wan light
Waver in the daybreak, disappear at noon-tide
Twinkle in the twilight; let’s linger in the last light
Let’s run away to mood-down
I just gotta find those eyes that drank the moonlight
Winking in the wan light, waver in the daybreak
Disappear at noon-tide, twinkle in the twilight;
Let’s linger in the last light, let’s run away to moon-down
I just want to go and see:
They danced like ancient ritual
Furious and beautiful, my dear
Tangled in the darkness, web and wing
Could we find the silence where it sings
Where I don’t need your reasons to want to make your furl like a lioness
You’re charging me with treason while you’re breathing heavy down my neck
Oh no, we’re only breaking even, come on, habibi, won’t you give me anything
I don’t need your reasons just to want to make you sweat and sing
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3. |
Threshold
04:42
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Threadbare, wanton, who cares just so we’re feeling something now
Spinning in the darkness, silk and thread
Hanging by your patchwork promises
Unfold your wings, the wind is full
Just make escape look beautiful, my dear
Tangled in the darkness, stars to pitch
Drawing every pleasure from your lips
I don’t need your reasons to want to make your furl like a lioness
You’re charging me with treason while you’re breathing heavy down my neck
Oh no, we’re only breaking even, come on, baby, won’t you give me anything
I don’t need your reasons just to want to make you sweat and sing
Adamantine, unlike anything you’ve ever seen before
Dark eyes winking in the wan light
Waver in the daybreak, disappear at noon-tide
Twinkle in the twilight; let’s linger in the last light
Let’s run away to mood-down
I just gotta find those eyes that drank the moonlight
Winking in the wan light, waver in the daybreak
Disappear at noon-tide, twinkle in the twilight;
Let’s linger in the last light, let’s run away to moon-down
I just want to go and see:
They danced like ancient ritual
Furious and beautiful, my dear
Tangled in the darkness, web and wing
Could we find the silence where it sings
Where I don’t need your reasons to want to make your furl like a lioness
You’re charging me with treason while you’re breathing heavy down my neck
Oh no, we’re only breaking even, come on, habibi, won’t you give me anything
I don’t need your reasons just to want to make you sweat and sing
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Noise
05:19
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Yes, I’m leaving
Leaving so as not to be left
I’m returning each book I’ve borrowed
To lenders unread and unfinished
They’re the least of the stories I grieve to be leaving behind
Twice over now I’ll be no one
A particle stirred in the wake of the crowd
And it’s so hard to hear myself, hear myself dreaming
When everyone’s dreaming so loud
The Noise
You’re nearly 25 now
Voices buzzing like flies
I’ve mapped every crevice and corner
Worn every step to these stumbling heels
Can hardly control my retracing old haunts
Too haunting to hallow these years
The Noise
La da da, la da da, la da da da
Voices buzzing like flies
Oh yes, I’m leaving
Leaving so as not to be left
I’m returning each book I’ve borrowed
To lenders unread and unfinished
They’re the least of the stories I grieve to be leaving behind
They’re the least of the stories I grieve to be leaving for mine
The beds of my comfort go empty
These children of longing too restless to stay
Impartial, the poison of knowing
All of your friends have it going their way
The Noise
You’re nearly 25 now
Voices buzzing like flies
I stand at the edge of my knowing
These streets fan below like a spider-cracked mirror
And there’s so many ways to be, ways to be going
But only on way to be here
The Noise
La da da, la da da, la da da da
Voices buzzing like…
Cars on the freeway that ferry my things
Across Pontchartrain to the mouth where the River sings:
Patience and Growth
But it’s hopeless to hear
Only Noise
You’re nearly 25 now
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Fearless
03:58
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Has the darkness run?
Has the darkness run before the morning?
Have the shadows fled?
Have the shadows fled or only huddled closer for the long haul?
But I don’t blame, could never blame you, babe
For wanting to be fearless
For wanting to be fearless
Have the voices gone?
Or have they gone beyond my recognition?
Have the shadows fled?
Have the shadows fled or only huddle closer for the long haul?
But I don’t blame, could never blame you, babe
No, I don’t blame you darling for searching the shade
No, I don’t blame you darling for tempting the rain
No, I don’t blame, could never blame you, babe
For wanting to be fearless
For wanting to be fearless
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Paper Wings
03:14
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Feet a-fumbling, escape velocity, folding paper wings, snapping in the breeze, foolish piece of me, grinning feebly, as shadows set to ink, and pool beneath the trees, planted in the spring, just a little piece this foolish piece of me
Trying hard to dress the part
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t wait to see you finally
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t wait to put your mind at ease
Hands a-clamoring, pushing through my leaves, make a ladder of my limbs, make a shadow of my grief, may this shadow be your shade, this little foolish piece of me, someplace dry to watch the rain, where figs are quickening, no, they’ve never been so sweet, just a little piece, this foolish piece of me
Trying hard to dress the part
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t wait to see you finally
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t wait to put your mind at ease
Can’t wat to see you
Can’t wait to feel you in the flesh
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t wait to lay this month to rest
Taking wing, what good’s a memory if it can’t carry me?
Taking wing, what goods a melody if it can’t carry me?
Paper wings will bring me home, piece by piece
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Ari Carter Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Ari Carter is an indie rock power-trio, the brainchild of Ari Kirkman, Quinn Sternberg, and Nicholas Solnick.
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