Quiet Water EP

by Thought Faucet

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released 21 June 2011
Jack LeBien- Musician/Producer
Graham Hamaker- Musician

Jack LeBien - www.soundcloud.com/jacklebien
Sleeping in Kudzu - soundcloud.com/sleepinginkudzu

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Track Name: Quiet Water
whatever made me think that one was good, is no good,
cause i know in my favorite place, the water makes the children play, but if it sends the rising tide, rain from skies, wheres the horizon line, i will trust in your moving eyes, cause you will take me where i need to die, so there it goes my honesty, i always knew it meant this much to me, i'm shaky now, i think out loud, i'm trying to make a quiet sound, i'm shaky now, i think out loud, i'm trying to make a quiet sound, on our way to the beach, we spoke delicately, we spoke like the words we were saying, saying what we needed to, we spoke on our way to the beach we spoke delicately, we spoke like the words we were saying, saying what we needed to.
Track Name: Red Sun
the red sun means i've got red arms, it doesn't mean i'm embarrassed of holding on, holding on, to something held on, moving from the back of your mind, it only comes when you leave right on time and, even then i don't want to miss it, i'm the red sun that's it i'm the only one, doesn't mean i'm embarrassed of where i'm from, the streetlight might go out before i'm done, i hope my friends don't miss it in the tired sun, talk all you want, you never needed to say any words, no cause you, you don't have a mouth, only an echo out your head towards the south, to me, lyrics mean, different things, and i don't know what to do when the writer leaves, do i take his seat, when the writer leaves, i don't know what to do, when the writer leaves, so what's behind might stay behind, and what's ahead, might sink our beds, until we float, through another scene, another note, the last song of seventeen
Track Name: Swing
i am only walking cause i need to, i got to stop eating all this god damn food, i feel it in my body like i took too much, of a drug, that i love, i let it pour right from my lips till we were full, the thirst is always lingering too soon, i thought about that guy that used to live in a pool, when it was drained, he went to the moon, it's always the best thing, to be trapped in a swing, cause i don't want you bring, no i don't want, it's always the best thing, to be trapped in a swing, cause i don't want what you bring, no i don't want
Track Name: Slightly Brighter
i open my eyes, when i go outside, i open my eyes, i slide inside, then i'll leave something behind, when i go outside i find that leaves are slightly brighter, all this time that i feel fine is, winding
Track Name: 3:00 AM
it's 3am in the morning, my arms are sweating off the ceiling, get out of bed i'm out of town, then i find i'm not around, then i find i'm out of company, that i find is out of stock, you and your luck, me and my love
Track Name: All the Ghosts You Know
i don't care if you'renot here, cause you're a ghost, and i'm nowhere, i don't mind if you're right here, cause you're a ghost, and i'm anywhere, i don't know how it goes, as a ghost, in the atmostphere, i don't know how it goes, as a ghost, i'm too damn slow, all the ghosts you know, watching you as the shows, just wait around, all that waitings gotta be is, real life without dreams and, going down dirty streams and, realizing what it means and, realizing what it means to, travel down the waiting and, travel down the waiting, and find out why you're waiting
Track Name: Soft Underbelly
he only calls your name, when he knows you'll remember it, everything feels the same, when our bodies rub the walls, and the paint comes thin, the soft underbelly, my lady is not here, i don't think she's listening with one ear