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My balance is tricky in flickering light
Slowly pulling into this place
a new place, a new face
Window to window
You’re so close, so close
This is how it’s supposed to work
You’re moving forward, I’m in reverse
Sitting motionless
You’ve got my attention
Go ahead and stare as long as you want
There’s a million things that never will happen
With our fragile egos
It’ll never last, never last
Instant karma
We don’t know, we don’t know
That’s how it used to work
You’re moving forward, I’m in reverse
Sitting motionless
You have my attention
Go ahead and stare as long as you want
Sitting motionless
You’ve got my attention
Go ahead and stare as long as you can
My balance is tricky
In flickering light
Slowly pulling away
Window to window
You’re so close, so close
You’re moving forward
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Near Enough (feat. Merz)
05:13
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I perceive
An ocean of love
Just out of reach
But sometimes
You can smell the breeze
Wafting proof
Tasting faith
A clue, a hint, a promise
And it’s enough
It’s just enough
Climbing not falling
Is the intention
A higher something
A higher everything
Not looking under rocks
Not looking at the clock
Just doing the right thing
At every turn and test
Winning but not being the best
Enough
Just enough
If you’ve ever been privileged
To get a sense of the real joy of it
Then your tears are not sadness
But of the beauty of it
And the nearness of it
Near enough
It’s near enough
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Patience
Shifting angles
Gently bending
She wonders when she’s gonna break
I see her over there
She’s sitting pretty
That’s not me
That’s not me
She’s sitting over there
And pulling out her gun
And points it at me
But that’s not me
Wounded
Suffocating
Always pretending
Pulling tricks behind her back
I see her over there
Apologizing
That’s not me
That’s not me
She’s sitting over there
Blood-stained fingers
That’s not me
That’s not me
She wonders when she’s gonna break
She wonders when she’s gonna break
Sitting pretty, apologizing
That’s not me
Sick and pretty, she’s exploding
That’s not me
I see her over there
She’s sitting pretty
That’s not me
That’s not me
She’s sitting over there
She pulls out a gun
She points it at me
That’s not me
I see her over there,
Apologizing
That’s not me, no
That’s not me
Sitting pretty
Sitting pretty
I see you over there
Sitting pretty
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19 Fools (feat. Merz)
04:24
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When the wolf
Howls outside our door
Trying to destroy
Everything we’ve worked hard for
A furious ghoul
Rubbing salt in our wounds
A builder of walls
Blamer of all
A two thousand and nineteen fool
Not so much
Being brought back down to earth
As being slammed face first
In the dirt
Icarus like
At least he, she, they tried
Enkindler, brightener, bringer of delight
With all my might
I’m looking for your light
The two thousand and nineteen fool
So much to say
That I can’t say anything
It looks so far
That I can’t even start
Ready the pen
But the ink stays in
I try to lighten up
But the weight stays in my heart
Two thousand and nineteen fools
We’re two thousand and nineteen fools
Two thousand and nineteen
A little wise the best fools be
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Concrete cracks
Suffering grass
Flying coach with a stained glass window
Butterfly, balancing
Flying free, flying free
This home again
Where I land
The grass is green
Green enough for me
Gathering
Tapes to
Never play
Oversized
Tiny accidents
Perfectly lifeless
And cold
Consequence
Candy tongues
Bruised and Beautiful
This home again
Where I land
The grass is green
Green enough for me
And I’m home again
Where I land
The grass is green
Green enough for me
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Silver cholla will get ya
Mistletoe, catclaw acacia will get ya
Cheesebush, creosote aroma, yucca brevifolia
Piñon, tamarisk, dez oak, manzanita
Smoketree, beavertail, purple sage, juniper
Co-existing peacefully
In the Mojave
Pristine Wilderness
Dark skies overhead
Gopher snake, shovel-nose, lyre
Diamond back rattler (it’ll warn ya)
Garter green, rosy boa, king,
Copperhead, red racer
Mountain Lion, bighorn, bobcat,
Coyote pack’s haunting howl
Roadrunner, tarantula, kit fox
Cooing Gambel’s quail
Co-existing peacefully
In the Mojave
Pristine wilderness
Dark skies overhead
Co-existing peacefully
Fertile Island
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We’re folded in airwaves
We’re on repeat, on repeat
You told me about the famous ghosts
I told you about the machines
I said too much
You told me about the love
Plug me in
Plug me in
How can I remind you
When you’re distant through the noise
You took me to a hundred
And you decay
I stay the same
I break too much
My bones are turning into rust
Plug me in, plug me in
Wish I had a pulse
Blinking red
You just can’t shut me down
Static skin, paper thin
Holding on to holding patterns
Holding on to holding you
Folding in, lights out
Flipping over, switching numbers
Holding on to holding patterns
Holding on to holding you
Wish I had a pulse
Blinking red
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Say yes to tenderness
Say we could be free
Many gates are left wide open
Many times lost my direction
And I’m a casualty of all this
Don’t even know what it is
Taking notes
Making notes
Tears rolling down a wax raincoat
The consolation is that
I went out fishing
I came back with a catch
Duty bound or nowhere bound
Lost and found in the Lost & Found
Say yes to tenderness
(Don’t even know what it is)
Say yes to tenderness
(Don’t even know what it is)
What is a desert rainbow, Lord?
It’s a hoop for the lowly
No safe cotton wool cloud
No lead-lined shroud
No protection
Only direction
Navigating towards
The safe confines
Of like minds, quick minds, free minds
A serene kind of
Thinking people
Watching people
Listening people
Harmless people
Say yes to tenderness
(Don’t even know even know what is)
Harmless people
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I feel the switch
I’m climbing trees
Above the canopy
Until I can see
I forget what lies beneath me
The air gets thin
I start to float
Instead of falling I feel myself letting go
Now I’m a child and I’m looking up
This somehow feels like going home
Give me a day to play in clouds
As the memories fade
I take in the sound
The hum of heaven is pulling me in
The air gets thin
I start to float
Into the atmosphere I feel myself letting go
Now I’m a child and I’m looking up
This somehow feels like going home
I wave, I wave, I wave at airplanes
I found, I found up here a safe place
I wave, I wave, I wave at airplanes
I found, I found up here a safe place
I wave, I wave, I wave at airplanes
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When you’re beside
The river of love
On the banks there
You might slide
For where there’s water
There’s mud
And death might be your bride
Lead in to paradise
Then lead out again
And your mind is a cascade of dreams
You lose perspective
And you’ll lose your friends
For some vague utopia
Aside sorrow’s streams
The song goes on
And it’s foolishly romantic
I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong
I’ve made my mistakes
God help us all
We can’t talk
Like they want us to talk
We can’t walk
Like they want us to walk
The ruined romantics
So many missteps
It’s all in my head, as always
Full of dread, as always
I’ll be falling on my sword
While trying to get back on that horse
I can hardly believe it
The song goes on
And it’s foolishly romantic
I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong
Yes, I’ve made my mistakes
Who can help us all?
We can’t talk
Like they want us to talk
We can’t walk
Like they want us to walk
The ruined romantics
I had a heart
I had a heart
We put our boots on
We leave the house
We follow directions
As best we can
Navigating the shifting sand
And then we come up to the door
The entrance to that place
And we fall
Fall on our face
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She used to turn silver black
Like iron red and copper green
But with buried limbs the hours are heavy
So heavy that she can barely breathe
Time, time will say “I told you so”
Sweating walls, a weeping sea
We can’t change the channel
They smother her young
While she’s on her knees
She’s on her knees
She used to turn silver black
Like iron red and copper green
But with buried limbs the hours are heavy
Oh so heavy that she can barely breathe
Time, time will say “I told you so”
Sweating walls, a weeping sea
We can’t change the channel
They smother her young
Now she’s on her knees
She’s on her knees
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Dive Index Los Angeles, California
Waving At Airplanes, is the fifth album from electronic composer/producer Will Thomas’s collaborative Dive Index project.
With vocals shared between Natalie Walker and Merz, the album marries memorable melody to evocative mood in equal measure.
Co-written and produced by Thomas, Waving At Airplanes was recorded mostly at Thomas’s L.A. studio and mastered at legendary Bernie Grundman Mastering.
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