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Winter
04:02
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Little one
Waiting on your Porch
In my mind
In my head
All these things
Falling into place
This time we'll be on our way
This time we'll find things we'll say
All our days with
All our problems
All our years go by
When I'm out I'll feel your warmth
On my heart and on my hands
In winter we're interred
Settle softly
In our place
Fire and sweaters
Sheets are laid
You said to be always okay
I said you'll be always okay
You said I'll be always okay
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2. |
Garlic Mine
05:06
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Pebbles along the bottom of a stream
Daisies under water by the shore
Digging to the center of the earth
I'm going home
I'm going home
Ceniza, saguaro de la mina
You don't want me
But you would haunt me
My heart is a rock
I throw down my rock
Kick it in the street
I'm not in the dirt
It's just my rock in the dirt
My hands are clean
My head is clean
I'm not a rock
I'm not a rock
Sonita, estrellas cobres
I'm going home
I'm going home
If I lose you
I will see you in the dark
And if I can't hear you
I'll go under water
And if I can't feel you
I will consume a little more
And when I do
I will see you
And I will hear your voice
And I will find your rock
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3. |
Sea Song
05:51
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Love is slowly
Going slowly
Drifting out in the sea
I know you’re onto me
I pull you into me
It’s only twenty below
I lost composure
And wanted closure
It’s rolling
I lost my patience
With innovation
Inventions
I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid
One foot, two, and three
Hold these oranges
Hold this compass
Hold my head in your hands
With silent features
Break nuclear winter
These blurry faces
I was bulletproof
With nothing left to lose
And these sunken ships
We’re pulling our anchors and casting off
We want it, we need it, it’s all we bleed
With scriptures and flowers, we’re hanging threads
We’re worn out and weathered, we’re wiring hearts
We shiver together
Our bones are weak
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4. |
Launch Pad
04:07
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Waiting, testing speaking
Levers, gears, and stations
Program, anesthetic
Pushing higher, faster
NASA research capsule
Schedule, surface weather
Light up failure, countdown
Launch pad, burning, lift off
Today I don’t want to be inside
Launch pad, waiting to be fired
Today I don’t want to be in bed
Launch pad, waiting to be dead
Mission, omens, science
Heat shield, cargo, payload
Over cities, people
Watching, counting, firing
Today I don’t want to be inside
Launch pad, waiting to be fired
Today I don’t want to be in bed
Launch pad, waiting to be dead
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5. |
Grin and Fall
03:59
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Keeping low
Keeping clean
Every year
Something dies
Yes it’s no
Grin and fall
Lose your face
Splitting heads
Go to flame
Something dies
Go to war
Lose your face
Yes it’s no
Grin and fall
Lose your face
Splitting heads
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6. |
Old Nevada
02:04
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I took the first flight
Out of desperate notions
From a lonely valley
In the dead of winter
I don’t need to be home
Got a sofa to sleep on
I don’t need your fragrance
Got a dream to sleep to
And it’s snowing on a Friday
And I don’t know what I’m doing
And I don’t know what I’m doing
I’ll be fine
Disappearing
Like the Old Nevada
With her seedy waitress
And a dream of jackpot
And a new shrimp cocktail
I went to Massachusetts
To be far, far away I’m dreaming
I’ll drown, I’ll drown, I’m dreaming
And it’s snowing on a Friday
And I don’t know what I’m doing
And I don’t know what I’m doing
I’ll be fine
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7. |
All Our Sinking Ships
03:27
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I’ve lost all my energy
I’ve lost all my sound
There’s nothing in symmetry
We’ve taken it down
I lost all my enemies
I lost all my friends
I’ll take her lobotomy
She’ll put me to bed
Mama I’m in love again
I’m going away
Wait by the infirmary
I swear I’m okay
I’m sorry I fell again
Tell all of the rest
I didn’t mean anything
We meant for the best
I’m up on my luck again
My ship’s rolling in
Things aren’t so bad with me
They put me to bed
I lost all my dignity
I’m down on the ground
I’m rowing out memories
I can’t make a sound
Cut off all my fingernails
I’ll send them to France
My ears are in jeopardy
She’s stolen my sense
Mama I’m in love again
Take care of the pets
Watch over my sanity
And all of the rest
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8. |
We All Leave
04:10
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Someday I’m walking away
Someday I will leave
We all leave
The rooms are spinning
We all leave
In my spaceship
I left this world
Birds are leaving
All blue and shaking
In my spaceship
I’ll leave this world
Dogs in spaceships
We all leave
Lighthouse in the moon
I’ll be ready soon
Au revoir dear you
I will see you soon
We all leave
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9. |
Trials and Melodies
04:10
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Lovely riverbed
Flowing in my head
Dirty feet and hands
Going further than we know we should
Lights among the trees in summer
All these little things you ever meant
We’re on fire now
Leaves and trees and sounds
Keep our faces down
Humming all these trials and melodies
Lights among the trees in summer
Calling you and beckoning you back
Falling even faster than I know inside my head I ever should
Stumble through the darkened nettles
If we ever lose in battle
I’ll remember all the things you did
Hiding safely in our hammocks
Ankles, elbows from our attics
Whispering our love for all that’s good
Lovely riverbed
Flowing through my hands
Dirty feet and head
Going further than we know we should
Crossing into murky water
Someone’s calling don’t go further
Going places no one’s ever stood
Lights among the trees in summer
All these little things you ever kept
If we ever lose in battle
I’ll remember all the things you did
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10. |
Return
05:45
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For the first time, I am in my head
Let me go there, let me be myself
All I want is always further down the bend
Gotta get me something, something to hold me down
I miss your face
I miss your ways today
I went to mountains, falling asleep on the way
Head on my shoulder, forget the world’s pain
Faces
I miss your mind, I miss your voice in the street
I miss your face
I miss your ways today
All I wanted was someday return to this place
All I want is somehow return to this place
I miss your face
I miss your ways today
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Hand in the Attic Seattle, Washington
Hand in the Attic is a Seattle-based independent folk-rock group that released its self-titled album in July
2013.
HITA's sound hints at influences including M. Ward, Elliott Smith, Neutral Milk Hotel and Midlake, yet it has been molded into something entirely unique.
"The band’s strength lies in its ability to change shape from song to song without abandoning its sound." — Seattle Weekly
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