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I track the radar, I study the stars
I look for symbols on fenceposts and meaning in my scars
I listen for whispers, some hazy shred of a dream
I see all these crazy patterns, it’s too dark to make out what they mean
in these times when i can’t see
i find that i am gently led
it’s just me
and the moon
and the tune in my head
in my head
I stumble in shadows, I cower in light
I wallow through hollows, I tumble from heights
This quest is one of danger, I’m afraid to go alone
I’m looking for a stranger who can help to my home
in these times when i can’t find
the trail on which i am to tread
it’s just me
and the moon
and the tune in my head
in my head
I slither through alleyways, I creep along tracks
I don’t recognize this city, I don’t know my way back
I hear screams like gasoline, buildings quiver and moan
I need someone to help me but everybody here is so damn alone
in these times when there is no one
on whom i can depend
it’s just me
and the moon
and the tune in my head
in my head
it’s just me
and the moon
and the tune in my head
in my head
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The Crossing
04:25
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Look there, do you see those distant lights?
We’re drawing near now in the hollow of the night
Soon we will be given a new name
And everything will never be the same
This is the crossing, there is the shore
We will not be who we were anymore
We may remember who we might have been
But we will not pass back that way again
We’re only lost if we got someplace to be
We can only start from where we are
Places in the rearview mirror are
Closer than they appear
How have we ever come so far?
We may not find a place to stake our claim
We will always wonder why we came
They will always wonder where we gone
We will always be returning home
We’re only lost if we got someplace to be
We can only start from where we are
Faces in the rearview mirror are
Closer than they appear
How have we ever come so far?
How have we ever come so far?
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Language
04:16
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I don’t understand your language
But sing to me anyway, sing to me anyway
I want to feel your words
I don’t know what you’re saying
But I’ll listen to you anyway, I will listen to you anyway
So I can be sure I’ve heard
It’s the shape of your lips
It’s the movement of your tongue
Its the touch of your fingertips
It’s how your heart is hung
I don’t understand your stories
But tell ‘em to me anyway, tell ‘em to me anyway
I want to feel where you’re from
I don’t understand your question, man
But I’ll answer you anyway, I will answer you anyway
So you can know how far I’ve come
It’s the shape of my lips
It’s the movement of my tongue
Its the touch of my fingertips
It’s how my soul is hung
These noises that I make mean nothing to you
These songs that I sing seem so absurd
I will always be a stranger
So you must always be my savior
But how can I ever speak your words
How can I ever speak your words?
It’s the shape of our lips
It’s the movement of our tongues
Its the touch of our fingertips
It’s how our souls are sung
It’s the shape of my lips
It’s the movement of our tongue
Its the touch of our fingertips
It’s how our hearts are hung
It’s how this bell is rung
It’s how this song gets sung
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Brace Yourself
04:42
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Brace Yourself against the wind
Cover your ears against the noise
When the hurricane comes pounding in
Tall buildings fall like Tinker Toys
All these golden cities are washed away like sand
Rusty idols and dusty books, that’s all
A striving after wind
Brace yourself against the quake
Whimper and wail like a frightened dog
When the canyons shudder and the mountains shake
Skyscrapers fall like Lincoln Logs
All these golden temples are brushed away like sand
Rusty idols and dusty books, that’s all
A striving after wind
Brace Yourself against the fire
Cover your skin against the flame
When the fever spreads across the great empire
All our big ideas are just children’s games
All these golden nations become seas of burning sand
Rusty idols and dusty books, that’s all
A striving after wind
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Shadow in the Dark
03:56
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This is my body, this is my blood
This is everything that I have ever thought of
This is my ashes, this is my spark
I’ll lay it all before you
Like a shadow in the dark, like a shadow in the dark
This is my rags, this is my bones
This is everyone whom I have ever known
This is my pounding head, it is my tell-tale heart
I’ll leave it here to whisper to you
Like a shadow in the dark, like a shadow in the dark
It’s a true story, it’s just pretend
It’s undisputed facts and circumstantial evidence
A crumb along the trail, a pile of stones
A cautionary tale, an accidental manifesto
It’s a painstaking confession
It’s a random, fleeting thought
This is my offering, this is all I got, this is all I got
This is my wonder, this is my dread
This is everything that anyone has ever said
This is my undoing, it is my start
I’ll leave it here for you to stumble over
Like a shadow in the dark, like a shadow in the dark
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One
04:16
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Hounds of Mediocrity
03:48
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Hello? Hey, how are you? Me? I’m doing all right I guess.
Man, it sure is nice after all these years for you to call me up like this
Yeah, I been going through some changes—you know—
But somehow it all feels the same
Sometimes it gets so heavy, at other times it’s like a game
I been better and I been worse
Sometimes a promise feels like a curse
Sometimes my tomorrows look like just a bunch of yesterdays
Sometimes I get to wondering why
I been giving my life away
Lately I been thinking about that fire we used to feel
And them hounds of mediocrity are nipping at my heels
I got a bigger house when I got a brand-new job
Then I got me a big promotion, I just keep climbing to the top
I got rid of my old beater, I traded in for a new car
But it’s been so goddamn long since I picked up my guitar
I keep thinking back to when we didn’t have to make these
deals
And them hounds of mediocrity are nipping at my heels
Lately I been thinking about that fire we used to feel
And them hounds of mediocrity are nipping at my heels
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Nic Arp Iowa City, Iowa
Nic Arp writes songs, and then he sings them. Other people write songs, and he sings those, too. He lives in Iowa City, where he plays with kind and talented musicians.
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