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The Low End of Potential
03:18
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Its hard to be late when there's no place to go
Time to start running in super slow mo
Its hard to be late when there's no place to go
The low end of potential is the place I know
The feeling is alarming, wouldn't want to be in your shoes
Kinda reminiscent of electric white boy blues
Forcefield around us makes one have to choose
I don't want to be the one that blows the fuse
Spring couldn't come soon enough
Usually a fan but that winter was way too rough
Dark mornings alone before the sun came up
Realizations that Im not so tough,
They play too rough
See it in the morning, see it late at night
See it in the daytime and the terror twilight
No way around it, try if you like
The low end of potential's got a mean, mean bite
Trip the light fantastic then do it again
How's the world, world going to end?
Problems are problems no hands to lend
Imminent danger is the popular trend
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Albatross
04:24
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Drive the car through the park
It's getting late, it's almost dark
Always looking for a spark
Like my man Sonny Clark
Feel like a firecracker in the rain
Like a bottle rocket hit my brain
Like an injured player stuck in the game
Stockpiling boxes of pain
Nevermind what's the cause
The effect necessitates a pause
Everybody's got their flaws
Even my main man Hampton Hawes
Scrape up anything that you can
Heard the circus could use a hand
Scraps are really in high demand
Scrap it up, move it out, strike up the band
When I turn out the light and try to go to sleep
All the crazy things play out on endless repeat
Random thoughts pop in and out partially obscure
Mostly just waves of doubt, this lifetime is a blur
See, its an albatross,
Try so hard, got so lost
See, it's an albatross
Everything's harder than I once thought
Never ever ever throw in the towel
That'd be worse than a flagrant foul
Gotta go deep down into the bowels
Like my man Bud Powell
Sweetest girls in the world
Sweeter than beautiful pearls
Sweeter than anything I know
It's never easy when it's time to go
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Felt so dumb, delusional
Can't see the forest for the trees
The future, hairy
Limited possibilities
Up on the sun
We'll meet up there and have a real stiff drink
Contemplate our existence
Try hard not to think
It's all on the brink
Try hard not to think
And the story goes on
Nothing ever really was learned
And the whole world crumbles away
Everybody watching it burn
And the wind already turned
The clouds fully formed
And the whole world crumbles away
Everybody watching it burn
It was fun
Glad it happened at all
Split second of ecstasy
Before the last call
Up on the sun
We'll meet up there
And have a real stiff drink
Contemplate our existence
Try hard not to thinkIt's all on the brink
Try hard not to think
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Through and Through
03:35
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Polka dots and moonbeams
Fireflies chasing empty dreams
Nature rules supreme
Diminished chords as a way of life
Hey kid you gotta play it right
Cut the cord with a butterknife
Total sensory overload
Fluent jive on cruise control
What is this thing called soul?
If you want to call it blasphemy
You can't be what you want to be
Hope hides up in the trees
No matter what, it's still the same
I love you
It's still the same, no matter what
That much is true
No matter what, it's still the same
Through and through
Crippled bird without a name
Rainbow sprinkles and walks of shame
Next stop the hall of fame
Dumb it down so I comprehend
Butterlies make the best of friends
Chartered trips and loose ends
Rinse it out one last time
Can't escape this life of crime
Double nickels on the dime
Jumping fences through backyards
Dodging bricks and colossal shards
Home never seemed so far
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4th and Long
04:45
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Put another little feather in your cap
It will really put you on the map
Don't listen when they tell you it's a trap
Just stick that pretty feather in your cap
Feather in your cap,
feather in your cap
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Christmas Eve Song
03:20
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I'll Get By
01:30
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I'll get by
As long as I have you
Though there'll be rain and darkness too
I'll not complain, I'll see it through
Poverty may come to me
That's true
But what care I
Say I'll get by
As long as I have you
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Balk New York, New York
On and off again project/ band of Reid Taylor since 2009. He writes songs and then asks his friends to help play them so it will sound better. Interests range from bombastic atonal noise shred to pretty melodies and harmonies. Familiar themes visited and often revisited include the 4 seasons, songs about 'jamming', sports, and the good, bad, and ugly that life has to offer. ... more
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