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Homegrown

by Well Kept Things

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1.
Traffic Jam 03:24
Sit back and relax, lean forward and be tense We're almost home and we travel slow You cannot wait to see your bed On the contrary, I need you to See me sad, like you know I am A constant traffic jam backs up my head Watch the bird in your eye meet the sky And then the letter "V" They're never lonely Take the bags from your eyes and pack them tight With repetition like flight attendants demonstrations you won't listen to All the efforts to save you I'm getting ready to Getting ready to save you See me sad, like I know I am A constant traffic jam backs up my head Watch the bird in your eye meet the sky And then the letter "V" They're never lonely
2.
Younger 04:00
Glass eyes, you're a step behind On an incline in a young life What I had in mind, you're better off blind And more affined with your closer ones Can we reminisce about better days Where you wouldn't hesitate before you say my name If I ever had to shake on one thing It would be that you would provide me With all the worries that I would need To take me down slowly Back when you were younger And doing cartwheels through a four lane street Now you're all about the worries, preventing those god damn z's A master's degree, those god damn z's, those god damn In the rut with motivation from your draining language Nervous comprehension needs translation Oh I need translation Take me down, take me down slowly Glass eyes, don't apologize You'll be just fine, you'll be just fine If I ever had to shake on one thing It would be that you would provide me With all the worries that I would need To take me down slowly Back when you were younger And doing cartwheels through a four lane street Now you're all about the worries, preventing those god damn z's And a better me
3.
Coasting 02:56
Operated, collaborating Mission statements from our solitary views Was designed less organized You contrived a better plan for me That we can find a better love at sea You are the main sail, I am the mizzen Coached by what the surf guarantees Obligated to allocate when You were playing games with my head Negotiated, cooperated With realization of what we mean to me And we can find a better love at sea You are the main sail, I am the mizzen Coached by what the surf guarantees You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds You hope the sun dies, I'm always tongue tied You're with the high tides, but we're sinking You hope the sun dies, you know I would die You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds You hope the sun dies I have this fear without the sun That all my words come out as one Non-descriptive and tied up But with you I feel I'm under the gun You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds Its time for me to cut off my tongue, I'm under the gun
4.
If I could start at the cusp And end at the lead You're the annual sprouting my affability I thought I was punk Until I had to leave Room 211 stuffed with hesitancy Hey prolonged design student I really wish I had a Canadian accent So you could talk, and I would listen And I would talk, just so you can Hear me say something of amenity I always thought the fight was fiction Because I was taught "shut up and listen" You're the finer author anyway So keep on writing, I'll keep on reading Keep on hanging on, I'm hanging on Talk a little more about your Burchfield interpretation Your storytelling parallactic creation I'm listening. I really wish I had a Canadian accent
5.
New Jersey 04:26
Homegrown, shaking bones I saw you draw a line through the fog on your window You say you're always cold, I say you're never alone I'm with you Even though, the skies grey tones Have a few more months left to go And when you said to me you thought about leaving This overcoat is suffocating And I'm frustrated when you say it Sunday is family football gatherings How quick to forget the mess you left I await the day when you tell me what you thought about it More glory days without temperature change I await the day when you tell me what you thought about it Just tell me what you thought about it And when you said to me you thought about leaving This overcoat is suffocating Thick winter blood implies westward thinking And when you said to me you thought about leaving I'm with you Phone calls from home to make sure you get better Twenty two hundred miles away from bad weather What if I told you that I thought of leaving too?

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released June 16, 2015

Produced by Michael Hansen
Engineered and mixed by Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Paul Leavitt
Photography by Brett Ballachino
All songs written by Well Kept Things with Derek Paradowski

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