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The Big Day
00:38
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"On the second of August, 1980, in the Marriott Hotel in Atlanta, GA...
and this is the big day."
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Night Stand
04:20
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Safe and silent,
I'm the pilot.
In my bed,
there's no room.
I'm facing forward,
hushed and painless.
In my head,
there's no room for
us to be together.
Looking for the weakest points.
She's reaching for the knife
inside my night stand.
Sheets cry out
the crime of innocence.
One night stands;
days go through.
Facing forward,
crushed and limitless.
Twin size bed.
There's no room for
hearts to beat together.
I can find your weakest points.
She's twisting at the knife
inside my night stand.
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3. |
The Great Event
00:18
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"The bulletin board at the Marriott announces the great event: August 2nd, 1980, at 10am in Salon D."
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4. |
Don't Look Down
06:19
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I'm the same as I ever was:
fixin' to change.
Like the real thing was happening
just out of frame.
I could fool myself into
laughing out loud at the pain.
I can hardly wait for the
rest of my life to begin.
We're running into circles,
following the line.
We're running into circles,
following the line.
If I could ever focus,
color in the lines.
We're running into circles,
running out of time.
Out of sight,
out of my mind.
I'm afraid of heights --
I forget that.
We're falling into love.
She's swimming in my head,
unafraid of death --
Don't forget that.
Oh, I won't.
(You will.)
We're running into circles;
following the line.
We're running into circles;
following the line.
If I could ever focus,
color in the lines...
We're running into circles,
running out of time.
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5. |
Welcome
01:01
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"Hello, my great-granddaughter. I'd like to welcome you with lots and lots of love to our family and to the world. I'm going to sing some songs for you that I used to sing to your grandfather Paul, his brother Charles, and his sister Emily. And they enjoyed them. Then, I sang them to your mother, and to her sister Marla and her brother Darren, and all her cousins.
I sang to them and told them stories because they brought me joy, and now, you will bring me joy.
The first few songs are lullabies."
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6. |
Summer Camp
06:37
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You can fall into faith
for a few final weeks.
You can follow your process
and lose all this sleep for good now.
We're stuck to the pages
of a book that you read
when you were young.
It spoke of this too.
Son, don't forget–
your place is right there in the sky now.
Fall down– you couldn't believe if you tried.
To find you,
sift through this pile
of postcards from summer camp,
bearing the weight of the world as we separate
into the parts that never add up.
Now I must recreate who I am.
In search of a lighthouse,
we've run up aground.
And how perfectly fateful–
we've never been found, I guess.
I've been thinking about all the times
you left your own head–
never left mine.
There's room for you too.
Son, don't forget–
you're losing your place in the sky now.
Fall down– you couldn't believe if you tried.
To find you,
sing me the songs
that you learned back in summer camp,
bury the weight of the words as they separate
into the parts we could never add up.
Now I must recreate who I am.
They always told me–
no matter how bad it got–
you were too stubborn to die.
They said we were too stubborn to die.
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7. |
Gone
04:32
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8. |
Outsided
03:36
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Outsided without you,
and when I'm through,
I'm through.
Always sleeping without you.
Always eating without you.
Always driving without you.
I'm not thinking about you,
but when I do, I do.
And when I'm through,
I'm through.
"...Shabbat Shalom, and welcome to Temple Emanu-el. As most of you know by now, we don't have a sanctuary of our own..."
God fill me with infinite memory.
"It's quite alright. The melodies you may not be familiar with... if you are, please sing with whoever is singing, which unfortunately in this case for you is going to be me."
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Bitter Calm Birmingham, Alabama
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