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Half Life
04:19
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Used to be a little boy
Same age as my daughter
Brother’s records on the stereo,
Never thought about birth order
Family like an army
You grow up a good soldier
You put on your uniform
You march where you’re ordered
Don’t fall back
Or you gotta make it up
Don’t talk back
Don’t ever interrupt
Flashlight was a microphone
Mirror was the camera eye
Boombox was a studio
Nothing felt like a lie, lie, lie
And those were my best days
And that was really me
That boy is hiding somewhere
That boy wants to be free
Don’t look back
Unless you’re mind’s made up
Don’t turn back
Unless you’re ready to grow up
Don’t look back
Unless you’re mind’s made up
Don’t turn back
Unless you’re ready to grow up
Under stars in my back yard
Family’s all asleep
I can think about the next day
But I can’t get too deep
Half life down the drain
I’m acting so strange
What if nobody thought of me?
What if nobody came?
Don’t react
Or you’ll look like the weak one
Stick to facts
Leave the feelings to the children
Don’t react
Or you’ll look like the weak one
Stick to facts
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
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2. |
Distracted
03:54
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The night
How did it come so fast?
The light
Had just returned at last
But I won’t drink
Cuz then I’ll fall asleep
I want to think
I want to dive in deep
And every time I try to speak
A list of things grabs hold of me
I get sick in the middle of the week
The vision fades and I can’t see
No no no, no no no
If I could do one thing
If I could do one thing well
I wouldn’t be so nervous
I wouldn’t be so unwell
And if I could put my phone down
And if I could look straight ahead
If I wasn’t so distracted
I could think about the days ahead
Weeds overgrown
In the light that was thrown
By the spaces in trees
Where more trees used to be
This landscape it changes
My desk rearranges
For things I won’t use
Things that I should refuse
And the pulsing of lights
Announcing their rights
I was feeling connected
Now I’m feeling rejected
No no no, no no no
If I could do one thing
If I could do one thing well
I wouldn’t be so nervous
I wouldn’t be so unwell
And if I could put my phone down
And if I could look straight ahead
If I wasn’t so distracted
I could think about the days ahead
I sit and try to breath
Close my eyes so I can’t see
Everything unfinished
Everything undone
Everything diminished
Everything unwon
I’m a fool for believing
A fool for insisting
A fool for still grieving
A fool for resisting
I need to open my eyes and see
How these expectations are killing me
If I could do one thing
If I could do one thing well
I wouldn’t be so nervous
I wouldn’t be so unwell
And if I could put my phone down
And if I could look straight ahead
If I wasn’t so distracted
I could think about the days ahead
If I could do one thing
If I could do one thing
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3. |
Sun & Air
03:49
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the yard, the place we went
the field, the dream we dreamt
the cave, cold space in summer heat
the trail, smooth rock where we made our seat
the shore, white noise, white foam
the woods behind your parents home
the hill with a view of the city grid
the garden we tilled and planted
These I give to you
to hold in your hospital room.
A little sun, and a little air,
to stay with you when I’m not there.
the machines, red and green lights
the nurse always out of sight
the sheets, bleached stiff and bright white
the gown, too rough and pulled tight
These I take from you
As I leave your hospital room,
into the sun, and into the air
as I leave you in their care
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4. |
Portland
04:18
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Ice,
in hills of dirty snow, every muscle sore
just keep my center low, so I won’t slip and fall.
New England,
prison of small states blizzards in the winter flooding in the spring and summer hurricanes,
in Portland
winds blow in from oceans
and I can’t tell what season
and all I know is it’s another day
and in Portland
histories forgotten
families disbanded
and all I know is it’s another day
Friends,
wither underground,
Old roots with no water,
Some trees will have to die. Yeah some trees will have to die.
New England
full of old ideas,
blowing round like leaves, and I just want to leave. yeah I just want to leave.
And in Portland nobody remembers
a car crash in July because it’s another day
And in Portland
nobody remembers stealing tapes from Tower because it’s another day
Bridge
Heat stroke,
Soda on the windshield rear wheel laying flat,
and my brother looking sad
Back room,
manager that spied me
he sent a letter home,
we all read it on the porch
And I write these stories down so I can throw them out
And I write these stories down so I can throw them out
And I write these stories down
so I can throw them out
won’t you help me throw them out won’t you help me throw them out
Deep,
Deep inside my mind
the pages I should read
but I’m not ready to read them no I cannot say those words
Out loud
air carries the sound
words can’t be unheard
but are you ready to hear them with your hands over your ears?
And in Portland
mentors cast aside
villains left behind
and all i know is it’s another day
And in Portland
nobody remembers nobody even cares
if I pretend it’s a new day
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5. |
Here
04:48
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6. |
Gemini
02:32
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7. |
Eyes Open
03:47
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8. |
New Year's Day
04:27
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9. |
Two Worlds
03:37
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10. |
Freedom Trail
05:27
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Walking down cobblestone,
Beacon Hill all alone.
Killing time anonymous
feeling good away from this.
A clean escape, a getaway
from the life I built each day.
I chose this day, I chose this night.
But underneath there’s nothing right.
I chose this trail, I chose this trail
I chose this trail, I chose this trail.
Burn down the forest
Clear cut the hill,
Raze the farmhouse
Break my will
A life of saying yes
a life of wanting no
send me your address
tell me where to go
Break my spirit slowly
let the text thread die
the things that made us holy
are all one big lie.
I’m so done believing
that people ever change
all my time spent grieving
it’s really so strange.
I chose to fail, I chose to fail.
I chose to fail, I chose to fail.
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11. |
Little One
03:10
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Five days,
you were gone.
The house grew quiet,
the shadows grew long.
I have no plans and schemes any more
The only plans I make are yours
And the light in your eyes little one
It invites, terrifies, a second sun.
And I would tell you everything but you’re too young
I’m so filled with songs I haven’t sun.
Even this one
Even this one
So come home soon
Before the new moon,
I want to hear all about the things you did without me
Come in room,
Don’t ever assume
That there could even be a world without me
Without me
Without me
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Hybird New Haven, Connecticut
H Y B I R D is an indiepop/folktronica artist from
New Haven, CT
Some things that interest me lyrically: the space between technology and nature; truth in a post-truth world; mundane personal mythologies.
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