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Trapped In Paradise
04:52
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Scant few people would call my plight abuse
I might be overthinking or I might just be obtuse
I can wake up every morning just to greet the day
And see the sun set half the world away
Can fall in love with any boy or girl I want
Or someone in between- but it leaves me nonchalant
We can have what we want, desire, and/or crave
And we'll carry all that emptiness til we drop in the grave
All those grabbing hands, sticking to the plan
And we've forgotten just where all it began
Every little day will rub you raw
When you're born & raised in Shangri-La
When all you could ask for simply won't suffice
You know you're trapped in paradise
I can share this song with every open ear
Without an authority with which I have to clear
Can play it through my headphones, play it on a stage
Thanks to some cryptic words upon an ancient page
A miracle that comes with every rising of the sun
But a birthright that simply doesn't work for everyone
It's a blessing to be me, it's a blessing to be you
But we can't count our blessings until everyone's is due
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Sour Milk Sea
04:14
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3. |
Crooked (Alternate Mix)
05:06
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There is a crooked man who walked a crooked mile
With awful machinations behind his crooked smile
He runs his crooked mouth and furrows crooked brows
And keeps himself secure behind his crooked House
Unstable under all that thrown weight
Lost all the will to even think straight
He spins a crooked truth to those that understand
Under this crooked sky, across this crooked land
He puts his crooked words inside of crooked ears
And preys upon the worst of all their crooked fears
And all his crooked subjects are pleased to collaborate
To follow his crooked vision, to make a crooked state
And when the dust has settled, we'll rub our weary eyes
And find ourselves surrounded by a landscape we despise
Spires of fabrication cast great shadows of doubt
It'll take a lot of effort to straighten these things out
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4. |
4 7 8 (Instrumental)
03:31
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5. |
The Lost Weekend
03:53
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The bottom's dropped out and I've got no idea why
Yet my body & soul plummet through an open sky
I'd try to accept it, but the point is moot
I need myself a chemical parachute
You might see me coming but there's a chance I won't be there
You might greet me with a smile- and I'll meet you with a vacant stare
There's a sickness that I'm fighting, and that I will always be
You call it one of my turns- and I call it misanthropy
I don't know where I'm going, no clue what's come to pass
One thing that is for certain, this is not meant to last
Don't you dare try and judge me, it's just a choice I make
I'm just a human being- I am allowed to break
It's certainly the last time I'll put myself through this
Don't want to call attention, nor give it emphasis
Taking in all I can until I'm greeted by the floor
It's the same story it's been with me thirtysomething times before
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Groovy Train
04:02
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Dharmata 101 Baltimore, Maryland
Dharmata 101 was formed in 1997 by frontman/composer JSun Bruner, after dissolving his prior project- which was a psychedelic folk project involving programmed rhythms called Mellow No. 5. The project was originally put together as a large deviation from the sappy, light-hearted work of Mellow No. 5 in the interest of making more lyric-driven music. ... more
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