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Whirligigs
03:15
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Your eyes are looking so wide, my darling
Watching me unwind like tiny whirligigs
Pointing out my ups and downs.
I let my hands get the best of me
By holding onto everything
And in three acts, gave my mind an epic to direct.
It seems I always ruin things
By sitting back and lazily watching
As all I sought sinks into an abyss.
So shut your mouth and lean into this.
Don't try so hard to change how it is.
Nothing you say could matter now
when you've got such a pretty face.
You told me more about your childhood stories
And high school nightmares that torture your dreams,
You trusted me and now your gaze is burning mine.
Cause when I try to form those words,
My tongue falls flat, and it gets worse.
My fingers twitch, and my eyes begin to shift.
The only thing that seems to work
Is letting them go on undisturbed,
And meanwhile I'm just looking to connect.
So shut your mouth and lean into this.
Don't try so hard to change how it is.
Nothing you say could matter now
when you've got such a pretty face.
I don't think I'll apologize,
It's just not in my nature.
But every time I look at him
I'll think of you like this,
With those eyes.
With those, eyes.
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2. |
Your Species' Anthem
03:48
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Aurora, Aurora I’m looking at you
So you know that I know what I want to do
‘Cause I know you live by your resolutions
But you needn’t fear ‘cause I have the same ones
Aurora, Aurora I need you to trust
That what I am feeling is clearly not love
And I don’t know most things but I do know this
Aurora, Aurora is so damn attractive
I’m singing a ditty, I’m humming a tune
To a girl who sings so much better than I do
I’d serenade her but I’d just get critique
From a girl who knows all the proper technique
That I never bothered to learn
Aurora, Aurora stop looking at him
Like he holds the answers to life’s great questions
And I know his answers are as good as mine
But he has your attention and he has your eye
Aurora, Aurora I keep saying your name
In hopes you will hear this sick-sweet refrain
I claim no truths but I'm damn sure of this:
Aurora, Aurora is so damn attractive
I’m singing a ditty, I’m humming a tune
To a girl who sings so much better than I do
I’d serenade her but I’d just get critique
From a girl who knows all the proper technique
That I never bothered to learn
I’m doing some research, I’m making a list
Of the prettiest songbirds that I have witnessed
And I’m bending the rules so that your name can fit
You might not be the best but you’re surely top ten
I hope that sounds pleasant, I mean no offense
I mean that sincerely as a compliment
Of the hundreds of thousands of birds that exist
I’d much rather hear your species’ anthem
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3. |
The Ballad of Psyche
04:03
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I can watch the sunrise by my own damn self
I'm falling asleep but you're not there to help
Now I'm seeing colors that we rarely see
While you enjoy his arms and his company
I suffer through sore eyes and these aching limbs
My body says it’s too late, it’s not used to this
I’m just as detached as you claim to be
It’s not the same sunrise without your company
Your room was the palace of Eros, in many ways.
I fell for you though I couldn't see your face
But my doubts they always consume me whole
Now the tides'll shift, now I’m Psyche and you’re Eros
I can count Apollo’s horses on one hand
As they soar through horizons over far off lands
I can trust that from his lips I’ll hear no lies
Because unlike you I know that I can trust the sky
I swear your bed was Delphi cause I breathed in fumes
And I saw things that don’t exist, I wish were true
I begged the goddess Carpo, would this summer bring
A ripened fruit of newfound possibilities?
Your bed was the palace of Eros, in many ways.
I fell for you though I couldn't see your face
But my doubts they always consume me whole
Now the tides'll shift, now I’m Psyche and you’re Eros
My sleep alone’s like a curse from Aphrodite
But could this box contains seeds from Persephone?
And from this seed maybe a love can grow
But I refuse to sleep so I guess I will never know
You flew so fast I sometimes doubt if you exist
One night you were mine and now you are his
I guess my inhibitions got the best of me
The box is gone, I lost my chance for you to wake me.
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4. |
A Mouse's Heartbeat
04:01
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It's springtime in New Orleans again
Even though it's only January tenth.
‘Cause in my home city it's well below freezing
It's in the single digit degrees
And here it's over sixty
My girl down here is so warm
She’s giving something to look forward towards
'Cause back home the girls, they are so cold
And I'm not looking forward to home
‘Cause that's three months that I'm not in her arms
This city I love will be gone in my life
But then again so will I
When it all has returned to the sea
Will we swim to safety?
I was watching some learning TV
They were talking about a mouse's heartbeat
And I realized our life's not measured in time
But in, 'pound pound pound' repeat
At least that's what I learned the week
‘Cause each day I learn something new
Like how many men have been to the moon
I've seen a tiny percent of this tiny planet
And they've seen it all in their view
I want to see all too
This city I love will be gone in my life
But then again so will I
When it all has returned to the sea
Will we swim to safety?
Tell me will you swim, swim with me?
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No True Scotsman New Orleans, Louisiana
No True Scotsman is an orchestral indie-folk band based out of New Orleans--the land of Americana, Blues, and Jazz. Every aspect of this group's presence, from the composition all the way to aesthetic is inspired by their classical and jazz training.
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