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Simple Overture
02:53
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I Roll
06:56
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Sittin’ in a rundown uptown rail station
Lookin’ for some fractured sidewalks to explore
Thinkin’ ‘bout a more uplifting destination
Maybe a part of town I’ve never seen before
Gazin’ back on all I’ve seen and all I’ve heard
The sights and sounds aren’t quite what I’d preferred
Maybe I wouldn’t have it any other way
‘Cause all that bullshit is what brought me here today
It rains, it pours, the storm I know
It’s wet, they fret, but yet I roll
Too much, as such I’ve got control
Torn up, shut down, guess what, I roll
Sittin’ on a park bench leering at the water
Wonderin’ where it all went wrong and how and when
When it comes to temptation I’ve got to applaud her
It’s the same damn story time and time again
The path ahead looks straight as an arrow
But my footsteps take some twists and turns
Maybe there’s really no obstructions
It’s just by now you’d think I’d learned
It rains, it pours, the storm I know
It’s wet, they fret, but yet I roll
Too much, as such I’ve got control
Torn up, shut down, guess what, I roll
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Claim to Flame
10:08
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Livin’ on the western block of seventh
Right across from the last corner store in town
The lot behind sold for a fortune
Another boxy high-rise just broke ground
There lies a landscape in our pockets
I called my agent to tell me the news
She put a number on a pile of lumber
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse
And the neighborhood glows under coy, darkened skies
This house is burning down tonight
Crackling echoes and rafters carbonize
A pile of boards and nails alight
It’s hard to endure but soon it’ll pass
A fleeting, searing flame bouquet
Sweltering tar, a chimney outclassed
This street’s a landfill anyway
Those crimson bricks have lost their color
This part of town ain’t what it used to be
The parks are now for parking and the taxis are embarking
The cityscape’s reshaping and it don’t need me
Soon enough I’ll ride into the sunset
To lands unplanned, vacation where carnations grow
Got half a cigarette but it don’t get finished
Just got a claim to flame before I go
And the neighborhood glows under coy, darkened skies
This house is burning down tonight
Crackling echoes and rafters carbonize
A pile of boards and nails alight
It’s hard to endure but soon it’ll pass
A fleeting, searing flame bouquet
Sweltering tar, a chimney outclassed
This street’s a landfill anyway
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4. |
Intermezzo I: Embers
00:42
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Intermezzo II: Clockwork
01:34
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Last night I took off from Arlanda
Today I landed in L.A.
Elevator music clouds the hours
As we tear through skies of grey
Birds wonder ‘bout their placid cousins
So tense and noble every flight
Shiny, unaware and vacant
And without flappin’, what a plight
When all the planes were made of paper
Zephyrous phases ruled the sky
No sonic booms or trails of vapor
Just cyan blue a hundred miles high
There is a street in western Rinkeby
The paper boy still brings the times
Downtrodden from a day of riding
Smiles as he counts his Daims
Surrounded by a sea of tarmac
Over fences he can see
Explore architectural forests
Where lampposts leer between the trees
When all the planes were made of paper
Zephyrous phases ruled the sky
No sonic booms or trails of vapor
Just cyan blue a hundred miles high
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Intermezzo IV: Takeoff
01:56
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9. |
Paper Airplanes, Pt. III
05:55
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Opened up my door this morning, the birds weren’t blue
They were some motley array of shades and hues
The clouds were whisperin’ as the sun screamed down
Through my eyes refract the waves from all around
And I can feel it in the air, the sweeping fabric starts to tear
Not the worst but not the best, on this sphere I’m just a guest
From conveyor belt sidewalks you can hear the boomin’ chimes
Just the sound of simple music for simple times
The lilac trees were swayin’, singin’ their songs
Leaves sound like radio static if you listen too long
Picked up the paper, same old news, they say
The world’s spinnin’ a little faster than yesterday
And I can feel it in the air, the sweeping fabric starts to tear
Not the worst but not the best, on this sphere I’m just a guest
Strollin’ without a care between paradigms
To the tune of simple music for simple times
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12. |
Simple Epilogue
01:24
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Circular Reasoning Seattle, Washington
Circular Reasoning is an unconventional retrofitting of R&B and funk from the fertile grounds of the Seattle music scene, overlaying psychedelic, jazzy abstractions over old-school stone grooves. Materialized in the U-District by arranger/keyboardist Mikko Nynäs, CR has been romping around the Seattle area since 2011, spewing novel sounds and unorthodox lyricism. ... more
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