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Finding Odsen
01:01
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(instrumental)
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Little Town
02:11
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In a little town called Fishers Indiana
Sits a little boy who’s locked inside a little room
He’s writing little tunes and blacking out the windows
Just in case the sunlight breaks the meta in his head
Cause when he thinks about his life
He shuffles lies to cope with all the damage
Now he must, he must transcribe
Each thought in his head
I don’t wanna go to work
I just wanna stay at home
Contemplate my own existence while my doggie chews a bone
I don’t wanna pay my bills
I just wanna close my eyes
Wonder if this is my calling
Or another new disguise
Cause when I think about my life
I’m not sure if I’ll ever start to manage
All the things I can’t describe
Who’s pulling all my strings?
Do re me I don’t succeed
I don’t succeed, I don't
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3. |
Take It Slow
01:25
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I don’t want to take it slow, yeah
I don’t want to wait
I don’t want to take it slow, yeah
I don’t want to wait
I been waiting for something, a big lucky one thing
A glittery fun thing, or something at all
Or maybe a dumb thing, a son of a gun thing
So far I got nothing, yeah nothing at all
I can’t wait for something anymore
I don’t want to take it slow, yeah
I don’t want to wait
I don’t want to take it slow, yeah
I don’t want to wait
Oh yeah I don’t want to wait!
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4. |
This Year I Turn 30
01:54
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This year I turn thirty, thirty’s almost forty
Forty’s almost fifty, and fifty’s almost dead
Worry bout my money, worry bout my funny
Worry bout my body, worry bout my head
Hmmmmm
Learn about our fathers, learn about our waters
Learn about our daughters, learn about the lead
Search for introspection, search for our reflections
Search for some affection, Search until we’re dead
Hmmmmm
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Mirage
03:03
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Oh, I work my job
Until my skin it turns to bones
And then I place my bones on this guitar
Oh, I don’t make a lot
But I recognize the need for this reprieve
No holes in the mirage
But if you should know
I can show you fear
Oh, I think a lot until my will begins to groan
And then I face
My own conflicting plots
Oh, willing or not
I step and I repeat the wheeling beat
I do as I am taught
But if you should know
I can show you fear
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6. |
Getaway (Harper's Song)
01:25
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Let’s get away
Where we can enjoy the view
Where two can be just two
A bedrock and a muse
Let’s get away
Because I’m tired of all the things
And all the shit they bring
When all I want is you
Let’s get away
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7. |
Like Spring
01:29
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She makes me feel like spring
Like spring when she comes near me
My heart on beating wings
I can see clearly
The light she can bring
When I start to sing
She makes me feel like spring, like spring
People always told me
The winds will often blow
But when I ask how or why
No one seems to know…
She makes me feel like spring
Like spring when she comes near me
My heart on beating wings
I can see clearly
The light she can bring
When I start to sing
She makes me feel like spring, like spring
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8. |
Hey Oprah
02:09
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Hey Oprah
If I write a good song will you put me on daytime TV?
Will you place me on your special list
So the public can know what to think?
Oh I just wanna wake up to a million streams
All for doing nothing while I’m asleep
Hey Oprah, notice me!
Mea culpa
I should have known
That my fever dream what somewhat obscene
The nerve of me to think I might
Escape this blinding mediocrity
All my days are blending, beginning, ending
Yeah this is the American dream!
Hey Oprah, notice me
I don’t wanna have to do something drastic
Like paint my nails or wear jason masks
And I don’t wanna rebrand
To market to the teens, to the teens
I don’t want to meet the illuminati
I don’t wanna wake up in a new bugatti
I just wanna enough clicks
to buy my conscience clean
That’s the dream
Hey no rush
But my fear is growing
Am I someone who can never be seen?
Hey Oprah, notice me
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Counting
01:45
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When I was young my mother asked me
To think of all the things that made me
Feel like I’m a broken person
And that is why I’m still counting today
I’m staring blankly into space and
Wondering if this real or
Just a simulation written
By a man who’s still counting today
Why do I try to understand the meaning of this life
While I drive to pick up bread and dryer sheets
My pride always tied to an egocentric picture of
The universe revolving around me forever
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10. |
Cake Pops
01:47
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She’ll make cake pops for any old occasions
She’ll make hearts stop on the phone
She’ll make jaws drop cause love her contagion
She will sink me all alone
Can anybody tell me you’re able
Can anyone recall the day or month
Cause I am losing touch I’m seeing fables
Maybe she’s the one to right my wrongs
She tells me that it’s over but I don’t care
She tells me what’s for dinner when it’s done
She makes me beg and plead and cry for just one night
I’m dumb, but it’s fun
He's done, but it's fine
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11. |
Odsen Ends
02:48
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I’m walking to my house
On Odsen Lane a quarter to ten
I follow odsen paths
They’re crooked as doors they portend
I hear them whispering
Their silly schemes with evil intent
But I keep pattering
Through Odsen streams and Odsen Bends
But this road I’m traveling, it seems so long and
I don’t know how to pretend
When Odsen Ends
I’ll write a simple rhyme
To pass the time while Odsen blends
This while I shuffle dreams
Accepting that which Odsen lends
But this road I’m traveling, it seems so long and
I don’t know how to pretend
When Odsen Ends
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Luke and the Swells Indianapolis, Indiana
Luke and The Swells is a two-man music venture based out of Indianapolis, IN
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