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Can I fly, With these wings inside?
Can I breathe, at the height of the climb?
Can I swim, in the waters of life?
Can I pilot, my mind through this trial
Because actions, speak louder than words
These factions, fail to conclude
No ordinary or or ambiguous clues
There is no yield, or precious fruit
There is only a strive, and drive, to fly
Can I see, the height of time?
Is it nothing, or is it a sign?
From the lessons we've learned and the bridges we burned
We forget our creeds, and useless deeds
Will it bleed? Or will this bandage hold?
Stop the flow, the strife, and the plight
Cut me free, and let me go
Soil these seeds, let me fly and let me flow
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2. |
Siren's Song
05:16
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Distorted by the portions of the
Contortion from this
sunken hole
Forsaken that sight that is breaking this kind of blissful
Wandering soul
Given that blind fortune for this miraculous gem
That we've stumbled on
Submerged by the flood of a thousand sighs and weighed
By a single song
As we're staring in the face
lines that we can only trace
Decided from the hands of fate
In waves
Hear the sonic leash of this
Ever gratifying bliss
Waved inside of this abyss
So listen
But that sound
That sweet sound
And that sound
That's calling in
From sighting this coinciding of lives
Divided by
The rays above
The name of this funny fame is disdaining from this
This silly love
Followed that blind fortune
Of that gem
That's robbed us all
Fathomed by the essence of a
Simple sentence thats stained
By the dreary song
As we're lusting after this
Simply gratifying bliss
Trapped within this timid trip
Through ways
Finding where we destinate
From the signs that we left at stake
Letting it all just come to place
As we hear
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3. |
Evan's Mountain
05:05
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Staring into the sun
Oh it all just seems so fun
And the sights ahead that we
Expect
Staring down below
Oh it all just seems so slow
Even with all that I've climbed
I can't begin to reconcile
The shift along while
I attempted to climb
This mount
And I can't begin to perceive
What I have left to breathe
Out of the things the lead
Me down
And from the morning muse
To the afternoon blues
All that confuses
Resounds
Way up high
Reeling in these lines
Way below
I need the space to grow
Way up high
Where the sun meets the sky
It's just the trails of planes and I
I can't even try to begin
To take the gamut in
I can't even attempt to start
To gently pardon
I can't seem to construct
This insanely abrupt
Metamorphosis from who
I was
And from the nightly tunes
To the midday ruse
What I have left to lose
I have yet to find
It recedes
While the hands move it bleeds
It slips through the cracks
Well you know it's all just a neural act
It splits from the memory
Fading with each decnnary
Just like the painting
You know that one from Dalí
So loosen the grip
Let it leave your hands
Just keep it as a relic
Within your chest
Break from the mold
Move from the brink
Let it be written in stone
Before the engrained all sinks
It trickles down
Like water to the ground
From the mountains to the lakes
The streams that nearly erase
It's the snow that falls
Before we have caught the moss
It's the trees that burn
Only for the green to return
So go and take the controls
So we can gently land on our feet
Always bring down the flaps
Surf the current and repeat
Remember to drop down the wheels
And let them soften the blow
Let them strengthen the landing roll
And come in slow
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4. |
Bison
05:12
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That white flag that's waving in the wind
Oh that subtle symbol of sin
Keep your guise fixed in the light
The light that blinds and hides
Keep your mind fixed on its plight
The cool splash of surrender
Renders this never ender
That lets down all contenders
But the over
Whelming trials
That come from... my contemplation of
The way that
the world spins
And it cycles
Constantly without fault
In every mind, a vault
That's always collecting
And the memories flooding in
From those tides of experience
Taking hold of the my senses
Well I am not fearing this
Caged by the sight of your spite
Trapped in its grasping grind
Capsized from that high tide
That's flooding the depths of the mind
Yeah it's cool, They'll bring it to you
There's no need to try
So it seems, this discord that screams
Within the mind must fly
Small scale satisfied with my life
I can deal
There is so much more to know
More to feel
Obey this drive, this motivation
It’s a steal
I surf the air, without a care
It’s so surreal
Once the hinges break
You can't glide on through
Be the pilot and fly yourself
Rather than fuse
Take hold of controls and brave
The turbulence you fear
To surf the air, with every care
Through the winds that steer
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5. |
Christchurch, NZ
05:28
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Carried away
By that 747
From the bay,
To the city of the garden
So put up your feet,
And have a cup of tea
Tend the vines
As you ponder your life
In Trying to hide
From all your creeds
You start to ask, how to be freed
So you're left to find
What you're meant to be
And go on plant the seeds
To be isolated
To run away
To be taken from
Things you disdain
To be emancipateyd
And concentrate
To see a new sky
And feel the rain
Turned the corner my
mouth agape in awe
Eroding mountains mirror the
teeth of a jagged saw
We came for the night at the mouth of a melting glacier
Sunset and I was truly lost in nature
Felt so good to
Get away
I was easily swayed by
Snow and rain
All the miles I walked and
Still some pain but..
My body and mind had changed patterns of thinking re-arranged
Sights and sounds etched into my brain
Condors on thermals past peaks
Yet to be named
Island forests that will never be tamed
So far away so far away
I want to go back there
From sitting in this cool air
Letting this feeling compare
Take me back there
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6. |
Drops
06:22
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Looking for the soul
In that deep hole
To get stoned
But not to roll
Looking to trace
These patterns, scattered
Scattered in the endless space
Looking to face
These matters, tattered
Tattered by the endless chase
Searching for control
Through the prose
To find this role
Left to coast
Shot into the stars
Boarding, and soaring
Soaring into this endless height
To the lights so far
Storing, and roaring
Roaring on in stride
But every time I look
There's nothing
But those drops, of the years of light
And there's only
The sights, of the endless night
That humble, and calm the restless mind
And there's only those drops
In our sight
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7. |
Contrails
05:35
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Staring up into the sun
To that truth that weighs a ton
The shade from which it has pinned
The sustain of these simple sins
So let me inquire
Does it all require?
This pyre
Left, Without fire
Lines, Are all we see
As time, has left the
Marks of memory
And leaving only
The trails upon the blue
Scattered in our view,
The time that we used
In trails
Let me wonder
Is going under?
As its cumbered
By the sound, of thunder
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8. |
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I spoke softly
I spoke in vain
I spoke to all that I clung to
And what I hang
I spoke in anger
And I've spoken in pain
But these words I tell myself
Are just to keep me sane
I've flown past the point of right and wrong
And past the point of blame
I don't want to glide
I want to fly through these waves
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9. |
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Let us be
Freed
From this
Subtle sleep
And let us be
Alive
Within this
Kind of high
Let us be
In flight
Within this
Gifted glide
And let us fly
Oh let us fly
Let us fly
And let us fly
On
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The Ursidae Colorado
The Ursidae is the indie rock project of Denver-based artist, songwriter, and producer Colin R. Farnsworth. The project
draws influence from all of the various styles of Colin's background ranging from classic and modern rock, to jazz, folk, and flamenco.
The songs are written to meditate on memories, places, people, and ideas in an effort to understand how they shape us into who we are.
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