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Filming in the Valley
03:24
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i believe in silence
there’s something in the quiet
but you are always talking
i know what that means
i believe in distance
to help you find a feeling
sadness is easy
to fall into
i believed in you
i believed in you
colors in the distance
you ask me why i’m squinting
seeing nothing imminent
so i’m looking ahead
i could see you moving
to a building on Logan
filming in the valley
and sleeping in my bed
you turn me red
i wanna touch you, and hold your head
you turn me red
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2. |
Windowpane
03:10
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In a big southern gazebo
She tasted like oranges
We were the only people
Well, really just kids
In a big southern blizzard
holding each other's hand
My heart was shuttered by evil
but I thought it was open
I know that now
I know that now
I know that now
In a big southern prism
I caught a rainbow in my hand
Think it was some kind of vision
that I'm still too young to understand
Then a big southern tornado came
I woke up in a foreign land
looking for answers through a windowpane
but coming up with nothing
I know that now
I know that now
I know that now
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3. |
A House Divided
03:35
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I thought you’d call
in the middle of the night again
and then we’d fall
asleep over the video cam
I was gonna do my makeup
I’ve never tried before
but I’m gonna have to shake up
the things I do, if I want you, if I want more
You were the new horizon
I never planned
You were raised in a house divided
You left me all ignited again
We coulda just been friends
You told me all
about the audition
and my heart stalled
You’re gonna rise above my station
I can see you on the carpet
and I’m just on a rug
and your new LA apartment
and all too soon, try all the new
designer drugs
You were the new horizon
I never planned
You were raised in a house divided
You left me all ignited again
We coulda just been friends
(No we couldn’t have)
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4. |
Famous '90s Song
03:11
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all my friends are famous
it’s a part of being an LA kid
i hate that sentence
and i hate staying
with my kite in the wind
waiting for the lightning
i should’ve been nominated for something by now
i watch the world take my value from my follower count
it’s the same thing
we all do the same thing
look at how your fame bleeds
won’t you let it bleed on me
i’m falling for an actress
again
and if we make it to my mattress
i’m gonna wonder if you were just acting
and when you land a new movie
you’ll be moving on from me
i should’ve been nominated for something by now
i watch the girl take my value from my follower count
it’s the same thing
we all do the same thing
look at how your fame bleeds
won’t you let it bleed on me
i’m going through my account
thinking about
what you’d be thinking as you went through
checking me out
and while i’m doing that
you’re checking yourself
we only think about each other as pertains to ourselves
i fantasized about
touching your mouth
but now you want me back i wonder if you’re famous enough
you should’ve been nominated for something by now
i watch myself take your value from your follower count
it’s the same thing
we all do the same thing
look at how your fame bleeds
won’t you let it bleed on me
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5. |
Afterlight
03:41
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You did what you wanted
Left my attic haunted
Twenty-five to life
An American lady
Who’s often left me waiting
In the glow of the afterlight
Show me your taillights baby
I won’t be your baby tonight
But when you want to give me a try
I
A hotel room in Portland
The place is not important
I don’t know, don’t ask me why
I’m trying to feel better
than feeling so whatever
but nothing comes to mind
I’m seeing the sun through the window
but never stepping into the light
But when you want to give me a try
I
I have found a family wherever I’ve tried
People who still love you when there’s something to hide
And you can semi-satisfy, washed in their light
But tonight
I’ll leave the side door open
and fall asleep still hoping
and dream about it all
A city between mountains
The flooding and the fountains
We’re headed west to stop the fall
I’m seeking a friend for the end of the world
and you sprang to my mind
Baby come on and give me a try
I have conquered planets and lakes come alive
I have seen the stars in the Nicaragua sky
You are only human and yet so divine
I
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6. |
Falling for a Friend
03:37
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Was it all just merch table talk
Trying to sell me on what you were selling off
Are you just a true professional?
Playing the game, learning my name
Last Thursday was the first night we met
After the fourth, I'll never see you again
Am I justified to not want that?
Or am I lazy, going crazy over nothing again
I'm doing it again
Falling for a friend's friend
I can't keep myself from building you up in my head
I wish that I could build myself up instead
But for one weight to rise a weight must fall
and here I go, getting heavy over nothing at all
I'm doing it again
Falling for a friend's friend
I feel like an idiot
for feeling this
like a little kid again
Stealing my mother's car
to get to you
wherever you are
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Zander Hawley Los Angeles, California
Zander Hawley is a songwriter from Los Angeles. He likes sunrises and jumping in cold water with his clothes on.
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