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Two Thirteen
04:32
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It's been about a year since we had broke it down,
It only took some tears and a trip out of town,
You made that call to me that night on 2/13,
I told you you were free as you severed me.
I felt you moving on long before you'd gone,
And every word I said was always something wrong.
The bridge was caving through connecting me with you,
And lost all of the light that used to guide me through.
I loved you,
I lost you,
I trusted you,
You fell through.
Winter pushed me on after we were done,
The cold distracting me from everything I lost.
I walked a different world and I saw other girls,
But I couldn't shake us off,
I only made things worse.
I loved you,
I lost you,
I trusted you,
You fell through.
And maybe I believed ya
And maybe I deceived ya
And maybe I convinced ya
Of all my lies.
Tried to be a savior,
With questionable behavior,
Falling out of favor,
With your new life.
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2. |
Season Dreams
04:07
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Season Dreams always were my failures,
Never found the time to go and reach them.
The thought of you enough to make me forget the color blue.
Then you left, and all I had were leaves and a broken chest.
Lost the way I saw the sunset fade,
Life before erased.
Overtime on anything I could find,
Singing songs enough to shorted days long,
Feeling sick and losing focus on the life I lived,
Feeling down, feeling so down.
Facing change that is so strong it's strange how I've rearranged.
Here I go, following through with what I chose,
Staying round the season dream that kept me bound.
Being true to what I promised everyone and you,
That I'll be strong, I'll be strong.
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3. |
Columbus Day Weekend
03:47
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A month apart felt so far,
Like it killed a hundred years, and disguised itself for me to grasp my fears,
Of a life without you there, laying on my bed skin bare,
I can't repair all the times we didn't kiss and every chance to hold you missed,
Why like this must I see it all alone, the perspective of you gone.
Forgot the way you wrecked my head,
Sleeping by me sixty nights then saying sweet goodbyes,
Oh we tried to leave it where it laid with the hope that it could be raised,
Will it break and force us back to dawn to begin again apart,
Doomed we are to be played with off and on with the fear of when we're lost,
Think of it as just good fun,
Maybe it won't hurt as much.
Chalk it up to just one loss,
But who am I to try and misjudge,
Deliberately my love for her?
The two of us will work things out,
And pray that neither one will find another us and replace our hearts,
If only we could be so distant but feel so free.
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4. |
Not Mine
04:16
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I tried to make you laugh like I used to,
But in return I got no sound,
I tried to be your love from August,
But I shouldn't have to turn back time.
And you look at me as if our love ain't free,
And you're far away,
Even when you're right next to me.
I kissed you when the night turned morning,
And held you whenever you cried,
I took your hand throughout each movie,
And told you I was happy you were mine.
But the months took years, different when you were here,
And off and on you'd act as if you were not mine.
I hope to see the girl that I care for,
When I see her once again next week,
And not the one who loathes and hurts me,
Who breaks it off to burn herself.
'Cause I can't make time try to mend our lives,
And take us back to when we were fine...
It shouldn't be hard to tell you who you are,
And what you do to me even when you're far away.
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5. |
Lilacs and Ice Cream
04:36
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I saw you walk towards my direction,
Without knowing I was there.
And you were an olden reflection of how I used to feel.
The world where you loved me had crumbled,
As you sealed our final kiss,
And as I returned to our hometown,
I felt your gaze grow thin.
Why only now am I feeling,
The loss of you not here.
Maybe cause I know you're close by,
But you've pushed my to the side,
And I can't even enjoy the weather,
Cause all I see is you,
And how it immersed us,
And let us win.
I tasted the wine we had both shared,
When I saw your glassy eyes,
And noticed that it had now spoiled,
The moment yours locked with mine.
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6. |
Old Mirrors
02:49
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Hello old mirrors,
How is your college fantasy?
Are you as lonely as all the hometown champions.
I miss that heartbeat,
That sweet but silent exile from the party.
Are you still racing?
And doing all the right drugs?
Or are you spacing on what had made you happy while hungover.
They had told us we were heroes, while never saying why.
It was only a con to keep us far away.
And all we had was just our memories of twenty years from now,
Creating a family for us to find.
Oh how I do miss my mirror,
Oh she kept me in my place,
Oh how I do miss my mirror,
Oh she told me what to say.
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7. |
Sunset Summer
04:20
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I've sat around a bit and had some time to think of those holy and washed out weeks,
Daydreams without dread and sleeping in my bed,
I held you by me and felt you breathe.
The beggar had become the bargainer,
New England made me feel so free,
And in my hand I held a piece of time,
That I've wished for back.
The sunsets blended light and people were so kind,
What I wanted, handed twice.
A hero I was made, you helped the scoundrel fade,
As I washed my hands.
Things can never sit and steep inside a glass of water,
Feelings will change and kill the ones that came before them.
People lose sight of what had given them their movement.
And I buzzed my head.
We've embraced the social silence,
Cause we're not the best with words,
Traded me for anti-fascists,
And a burrow of thousands of thieves.
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8. |
Mourning Hero
04:48
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I've spat on ever scene, and torn my flannel sheets.
I've messed round with the bad guys and run from the police,
I used to make her happy but now she doesn't speak,
It's funny how an angel can sever his own wings.
I'm just a mourning hero,
A backpack filled with sand,
With memories of an era that never happened.
A vulture now a victim,
A boy once a man,
Lost outside a wasteland,
And left alone in my own hands.
My drink is filled with poison, I think I'll have a few,
And maybe then I'll have something to talk about with you,
And who could better test me than the ones who turned me blue?
Have I run out of time to begin and start anew?
I'm just a mourning hero,
A showman with no cane,
With memories of an era so filled with passion,
A gun without a holster,
Shadowfax's horse.
An apple flavored lip balm,
Weeping over what I've lost.
I think I've learn my lesson from people more than cruel,
With the tattoos and the cigarettes to demonstrate my youth,
It's lawful but unreasoned, and maybe that's my truth,
I'll spend my autumn wasted,
Strangled in abuse.
I'm just a mourning hero...
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9. |
Easy
01:20
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We heard the ocean from the highway as Tillman sang,
She placed her heart onto the dashboard,
And I smiled, and she nodded.
Watched the sunset dance in Hampton,
On an empty beach,
And searched for someone to assure us,
She wouldn't leave in August.
She couldn't leave in August.
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Watson Park Somerville, Massachusetts
indie rock, folk, etc.
evan joseph ringle: lead vocals, rhythm guitar
troy hartmann: vocals, lead guitar
ryan sinclair: percussion
christian raabe: bass
Watson Park recommends:
immersive, melancholic, haunting, tender, human music
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great songwriting finessed with a perfect balance between digital and analog production
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a head-banging hell of a time
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