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I
Feel so tired
Of trying to be someone.
“Follow childhood dreams, boy!”
That’s how I was raised.
Now,
Thirty-one
Still standing alone in my room.
Singing
Into my fist
And looking at all my moves.
My words
They don't flow like
I want them to.
White gloves on ivory is what Im trying to do.
Prophecy and honey
That’s how I was raised.
What
Comes tomorrow
Keeps me alive today.
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2. |
Those That Live Dance
05:07
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I lay on my couch all day
And watch the crows the wire.
I watch my neighbors come and go but I don’t even know their names.
My window faces the west
And out west there’s the ocean
And in that ocean lies something deep and that something is deep in me.
I can feel the pressure
And it's getting hard to see
But something keeps me floating there so I’ll trust and I’ll believe.
If those that live dance
Then I am on the floor.
Sometimes I wonder what this proves
Like some Racinean tragedy.
If I’m aware of only what I’ll lose fruitless love is all I’ll keep.
If I was some Philosopher King
Or a shining Knight of Faith
I would relinquish it all and love with the love I got.
I hope that if I fall
You only see me as I touch the ground
To turn the leap of life into a walk
And love the life I got.
If those that live dance
Then I am on the floor.
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Violent Weather
03:03
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It’s late on earth
And we’re just strangers
Right now more than ever.
Night into day
Day into nothing
The past is now barely the present.
I want what you want
Violent weather
Wrap the storm around my shoulders.
Don’t tell me I’m grounded
Cause I’m floating on air
We’re what we do
Not what we feel.
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4. |
Beauty Drone
03:39
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A beauty drone
Angelic in its nonsense.
Summer lullaby
In a whispering dialect.
No crooner lung
Can sing their way out of this one.
My dreams swim
In a dark blueish-green.
There’s a low tone
Like a broke tape machine.
No crooner tongue can sing their way out of this one.
A beauty drone
Angelic in its nonsense.
Summer lullaby
In a whispering dialect.
No crooner lung
Can sing their way out of this one.
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5. |
Abyssal Plain
04:05
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Doubt took me again
Through morning darkness.
Kingdom come, kingdom go.
Clench my teeth through the pain.
I never trusted those
Who laugh and laugh above their throats.
Things between you and me
Is space and time and gravity.
Give me a good reason
Why I should lose it all.
The world fades far from me
The further and further and further I go.
White fields, black squares
Battered shields, abandoned prayers.
All your whispered words
Steal from the sound of mind.
All the things we think are new
Are old as time.
Give me a good reason
Why I should lose it all.
Below
The Abyssal Plain
Lies
The deepest fall.
If I can’t swim
Can I float between?
Give me a good reason
Why I should lose it all.
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6. |
Scared
04:08
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Scared.
Im so scared.
Scared.
Im so scared.
Scared.
Of everything I love.
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7. |
And I'm Real Gone
03:30
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The only thing time shows
Is that it's passing.
You
Got nowhere to go.
I’m real, real gone.
Baby
Follow me.
The only thing time shows
Is that you’re leaving.
I got nowhere to go.
Baby
I’ll follow you.
I’m real, real gone.
So
Far away, babe.
Why’d you have to go?
Gone
You’re really gone.
And all I got is lost time.
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8. |
Another Way
03:41
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What comes before the fall?
Like a steady rain or a child's crawl.
How do we fall from life?
Fall in love, falling behind.
How do I seem to lose?
Will they ever let me choose?
Another way
Another day
I seem to always fall.
Another way
Another day
I’ll keep on trying.
Another way
Another day
I seem to always fall.
Another way
Another day
I’ll keep on trying.
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9. |
Make My Day
03:42
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The future flows through you
Make my day.
Make my day.
Empty beaches
Thunderous waves
My heart wades.
Kingdom come
Kingdom go
Gone tomorrow.
Make my day.
Love me
One more time.
Make my day.
One more time.
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Catch Prichard Oakland, California
Originally from a small town in the northern Midwest, Sawyer Gebauer moved to Europe at age 19 where he founded the Swedish art-folk project Brittsommar. After 5 years, he returned stateside to Oakland, California where Catch Prichard began. Catch Prichard finds acclaim from Pitchfork, NPR, Vice, Consequence of Sound, American Songwriter Magazine, Uproxx, No Depression, Lady Gunn, and more. ... more
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