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In-Between
02:46
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Highway Hypnosis - In-Between
The wood grain happens to be the chosen foundation of the tobacco stains.
The crack in my windshield is just big enough to see around.
And I’ll take the long way home, but you’ll never know why.
I get a little skittish around those tight corners sometimes.
And after the water starts to settle down, I can’t get a grasp on the asphalt anymore.
Next to the old Amtrak station, I take a walk outside and I think I see -
A flash of my headlights show the illumination that I’ve spent my remaining time left writing words that will only live as long as they’ve been scrutinized.
Good thing that’s what we do in-between.
Isn’t that what matters, even if it’s a dash?
So I’m just gonna keep searching even though I know I’ll always end up on the starting line.
The beauty of ideation lies in the most simple parts of the night sky.
Sometimes, I sleep while talking.
Sometimes, I sleepwalk often.
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Cure My Comfort
04:44
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Highway Hypnosis - Cure My Comfort
I’m waking myself up with thoughts of uncertainty.
I dream of caffeine as my eyes begin to close.
There is a path between our doorsteps for you to walk through and for me to keep my fingers crossed.
My shadow casts a bright light and the horizon’s right there by my side.
Don’t you hear me knocking?
I can hear you through the walls.
You’re living life with your eyes shut.
Wake up fast asleep, the room’s still spinning and we can’t help but watch the clock tick.
Counting sheep and breathing deep has never worked.
The hours fly but not too quickly, they deceive me.
I tried my hardest to stay calm in disarray, but the only thing I can control is my own disorientation.
You’re all mixed up with this half-hearted honesty, and truthfully I’m taking you with a grain of salt.
Chasing the past that we abandoned.
Optimism - it got the best of us.
You can try to cure my comfort, but it’s quicksand in an afterthought.
Don’t you hear me knocking?
I can hear you through the walls.
You’re living life with your eyes shut.
Counting sheep and breathing deep has never worked.
The hours fly but not too quickly, they deceive me.
We can’t help but watch the clock tick.
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The Fourth Wall
05:25
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Highway Hypnosis - The Fourth Wall
I found a key to a door that won’t open.
My feet are moving, but I can’t feel the ground.
And now I am knocking on the fourth wall and I can hear white noises from outside.
You told me to always listen to my gut, but trust me when I say that it’s not quite what you thought.
And now I am knocking on the fourth wall and I can hear white noises from outside.
Illuminate the steps to your front door.
It’s what I’ve faced but haven’t seen before.
We have got a landscape behind us, and an inkling that there is some solidarity that’s got us both thinking.
That absolution is in plain sight but we hide it, even though we both know that it’s not too late yet to find it.
And now I am knocking on the fourth wall and I can hear white noises from outside.
Illuminate the steps to your front door.
It’s what I’ve faced but haven’t seen before.
We have got a landscape behind us, and an inkling that there is some solidarity that’s got us both thinking.
That absolution is in plain sight but we hide it, even though we both know that it’s not too late yet to find it.
And when I’ve had a bit too much, I’ll wander off just crashing into slamming doors and bags with bottles, deviations, straight and narrow.
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Jansport
03:46
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Highway Hypnosis - Jansport
Put all of my things in garbage bags and leave them on the curb.
When the creek behind my house starts to overflow, I’ll be living out of my backpack.
A change in scenery has never scared me one bit more than stability.
I retrace my steps for hours and hours with no direction.
Take me to a place where you stand in my reflection.
There are words that I thought I’d never say.
Although you listen, you won’t hear them anyway.
You tell me as the crossing gates descend, and we flew across the train tracks.
I retrace my steps for hours and hours with no direction.
Take me to a place where you stand in my reflection.
I want you to show me everything you think is unimportant.
And I will nod my head but my forgetfulness is inadvertent.
Put all of my things in garbage bags and leave them on the curb.
When the creek behind my house starts to overflow, I’ll be living out of my backpack.
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Without A Doubt
05:39
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Highway Hypnosis - Without A Doubt
Staring out at my back window, I start to see the sunrise
And I just feel so small against that backdrop.
The reality is, I’m looking forward but I’m facing backwards
The wheels on the pavement make it all seem so familiar.
The cold air feels humid and our clothes still smell like smoke.
Forever restless, and together we are so irrational
And somewhat shortsighted, but it’s not all that bad.
We’re always certain that we won’t clear our cloudy consciences
Keep the light on
You know that my vision’s blurry
I’m not accountable and it’s just so understandable.
I can’t bring myself to hold onto something rooted in your doubt.
And it’d still be too soon if I told you to wait any longer.
I’m getting older, but I don’t notice the changes
Everything has remained constant and my convictions still are wavering.
Keep the light on
You know that my vision’s blurry
I’m not accountable.
Tell me that I’m fading away.
And you’re surviving every day without a doubt.
I wish that you could still hear my heartbeat echoing the words that we had spoken.
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Highway Hypnosis Cleveland, Ohio
This project now goes under the name The Desire Path. thedesirepath.bandcamp.com
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