1. |
Big Blue
04:18
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Today I’ll clean and flip through some magazines
I used to dream, giving up on everything
And skin that rots right through
I feel so old I feel unused
In a field somewhere I lay and stare
At the big blue sky a big blue bruise
I used to sing, riding on a tire swing
The stars make rings, hanging over everything
And skin that rots right through
I feel so old I feel unused
In a field somewhere I lay and stare
At the big blue sky a big blue bruise
I don’t want to play the game
Release me
I don’t want to play the game
Release me
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2. |
Head on Fire
03:04
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Burning up, burn it down
Racing toward the sound but I don’t know
Sunken eyes, tired soul
Knees that start to give but I still go
No, no, no fear
I am not here
Screaming out, keep it in
Someone start a fire beneath my skin
One that won’t flicker out
When I lose my head you watch me spin
No, no, no fear
I am not here
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3. |
Golden Hills
03:29
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Drinking lemonade, hanging from the balustrade
All comes crashing down I guess I’m unprepared
Hit my head real bad, twisted ankle twice as sad
Thought I knew you but you’re broken at the seams
It seems you can’t trust anything
Back when we were kids we raced over golden hills
We bruised our knees, got bloody from the kills
Late in the night I saw you twitching there
I closed my eyes
Eating coffee beans, walking on a balance beam
Close your eyes and make pretend they’re all your friends
Everyone is weird, in the forest crying deer
Beckon closer now I think I hear my name
It seems you can’t trust anything
Back when we were kids we raced over golden hills
We bruised our knees, got bloody from the kills
Late in the night I saw you twitching there
I closed my eyes
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4. |
Rain Song
03:03
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I’ve seen you
Deeper than the crying ocean
You’re standing
Distant from the coastal motion
Want to take a plane to Alameda
Mirrors every way but you can’t see you
Gotta get away, you’re almost ready
Shower in the rain
You’ve seen me
Standing at the attic window
The eyes that
Peer out from the slanted shadows
Want to take a plane to Alameda
Mirrors every way but you can’t see you
Gotta get away, you’re almost ready
Shower in the rain
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5. |
Animation
03:29
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They took the flower right out of my brain
When I walk to class I go insane
The crows that fly around the bell
They caught the scent, I fell
You think I’m real, I’m an animation
Drawn with a smile but I’m dumb
Behind the scenes an amalgamation
Of cheap cigars
They took the silver waves out of my heart
Filled my mouth up with line graphs and charts
The gnarly tree in the courtyard
That reaches toward the stars
You think I’m real, I’m an animation
Drawn with a smile but I’m dumb
Behind the scenes an amalgamation
Of cheap cigars
I dropped out for a minute, I ran out of gas
Could you and me run away out to the valley?
We could start a band
And you could sing cause I’m not a natural singer
But I can shout out loud
Could you hold my hand? Cause I'm not sure where I’m headed
I don’t have a plan
So I’ll go back to school
and try to keep my cool
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6. |
Weeping Willow
03:26
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Your son is running on a hillside
He wears a paper crown
Your branches carry him without eyes
Leaves falling on the ground
Give a little less now
He climbs into your greener places
You laugh but something’s wrong
He’s up there eating all your apples
Barren, where has he gone
Your son is running on a hillside
Your son is running on a hillside
Give a little less now
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7. |
Sawdust
02:43
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Grind yourself at work all day
Muscles swell and start to fray
Fat man wrote a script of things for me to say
You’re just in it for the money
Hair gets whiter, ain’t it funny
Swollen head might burst instead
Swelling from the lines I read
Sanding through my skull, the hands that want me dead
You’re just in it for the money
Hair gets whiter ain’t it funny
The sawdust that falls from us
Choking up it’s not enough
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8. |
Carousel
04:04
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Chains on the swings
leave rusty circles
Back to the start,
we just get older
High school never ends,
take it for a spin
Hold our drinks up higher as the wind
whips us from behind
Twisting around,
knots in the forest
Dogs sniff us out
and leave us tangled
High school never ends,
take it for a spin
Hold our drinks up higher as the wind
whips us from behind
The really get me
The really get me high
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9. |
Pretty Horses
03:12
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Truth is I don’t like the wrinkles on my face
But they lie when they say there’s nothing left to chase
Body grey from wear I find a cliff to stare
At wild horses free, just running away from me
Pretty horses running courses
Truth is I got sad but you helped me find my way
Saddled up these bones and lined them for the race
I couldn’t feel at all but now I feel the rays
Of the setting sun just dancing against the grain
Pretty Horses running courses
Pretty Horses running courses
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10. |
Albatross
02:47
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You want to sit beside me
But I’ve been in the breeze
Calling your name in silence
As waves come down in threes
You want to breathe me in when
I’m always drifting out and
I'll give my sweet devotion
I got lost in the ocean
I shot an albatross down
It hangs around my neck now
A love once soaring free
Died somewhere deep within me
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Chris Sunshine Brooklyn, New York
Chris Sunshine began at Oberlin College as a lo fi solo project. Since then, the project has followed Chris to a farm in upstate New York, through two row houses in northern Philadelphia to an apartment in Brooklyn. A rotating cast of characters have contributed to the project over the years, adding a fresh perspective to Chris’ eclectic songwriting. ... more
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