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Manifest Destiny
05:00
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Traveling west to seek
My manifest destiny
I won't let the worst of me
Get the best of me
Pushing the envelope
Pressing on my frontiers
My mind is finally safe
I have no memories here
There's nothing like the road to make you feel at home
There's nothing like the road to make you feel so alone
The only key I've got
Is the one that fits my car
You can keep on going somewhere
But that'll only get you so far
There's nothing like the road to make you feel at home
There's nothing like the road to make you feel so alone
There's something in not being where you've been or where you'll be
There's something that is freeing about being in between
Someday I'll give it up
Someday I'll settle down
For now I'll keep on going
'Til the sun burrows itself in the ground
There's nothing like the road to make you feel at home
There's nothing like the road to make you feel so alone
There's something in not being where you've been or where you'll be
There's something that is freeing about being in between
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2. |
In Our Hands
05:35
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Born into a world of endless possibility
We grow old and lose our faith in what we can achieve
Even as the baby grows into a man
We still handle life with kid gloves
Cradled in our hands
Cognizant of the tension between order and entropy
The mindset is to survive rather than to free
Even as the ocean robs the shore of its sand
We do all we can to keep life
Stable in our hands
So many lives like pepper spray inside a designer purse
We try so hard to look our best while bracing for the worst
Can we free ourselves of these self-imposed demands
And forgive ourselves when things aren't
According to our plan
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3. |
Cuts Me Down
02:50
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It really does amaze me
How much I was afraid
It's so hard not to see it
As a big mistake I've made
And it cuts me down
I thought this grass was greener
But given time I've found
No matter what the color
It may as well be brown
'Cause it cuts me down
At night you seem to slip into the seldom dreams I have
And everything is whole
My mind is trying to complete the gaps within reality
To satisfy my soul
And it cuts me down
I'd take you back in a second
Given what I know now
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4. |
Moth Girl
05:08
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She is a moth
With a taste for cloth
That covers her brown, paper-thin patterns
She'll take what she knows is hers
See the way she walks
See the way they flock to her ankles like I
Throw myself at her feet
I cannot compete for her
'Cause she is a moth girl and she is in flight
I tried to attract her but I am not the light
I want to keep her for myself in my hands cupped so tight
But I know that I must let her go
She'll fly for a while
With me anchored to her ankles until
I drop like the anvil that I am
And stay safe in this crater I've made
'Cause she is a moth girl and she is in flight
I tried to attract her but I am not the light
I want to keep her for myself in my hands cupped so tight
But I know that I must let her go
She is rising so high
All I can do is look at the ground, look down, and think of how far I'll fall
She is rising too high
The first thing that I should do is the last that I want to
To let go
Let go
She is a moth girl and she is in flight
I tried to attract her but I am not the light
I want to keep her for myself in my hands cupped so tight
But I must let her go
But I know that I must let her go
I must let her go
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City Lights
06:59
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Eyes wide open but I can't see
Blind to the beauty that lies around me
Eyes are focused straight ahead
Never noticing the ground on which I tread
A busy life is a black hole
That strips the starlight from my soul
The city lights are too bright to see the stars
If this town were a ship we wouldn't know where on earth we are
Where are we
We put so much on our plate
And don't remember why we eat it in the first place
We bite off more than we can chew
We think it's what we're supposed to do
Busy lives can be black holes
That strip the starlight from our souls
The city lights are too bright to see the stars
If this town were a ship we wouldn't know where on earth we are
We can sail around the globe without ever leaving home
There's so much we don't know beyond the brown glow of these city lights
It's almost as if we prefer to keep it so
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greybarrel Oakland, California
greybarrel is the moniker for Gabriel Fuson, a Mainer now based in the Bay Area. First and foremost a vocalist/choir boy, greybarrel is often described as having a "golden voice" that sounds like James Taylor. His influences range from classical and choral music to rock/folk across the decades. As a result, greybarrel's aesthetic is earthy, contemplative, melody-driven music with lush harmony. ... more
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