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Wilderness Hill
02:48
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Long nights on your lawn, warm air isn’t warm now. Cut back across the parking lot, no one waits for me there so I wander around when I’m walking around Wilderness Hill. Are you awake before dawn? I’m thinking of you still. Hardened in your ways, offer me to stay. You looked around, you took a breath, you took a walk and I seconded your opinion. Feet on the street and a cigarette, wine in a paper cup. Could I be in your dreams while you’re waking up? I wander around when I’m walking around Wilderness Hill. Are you awake before dawn? I’m thinking of you still.
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Longing To Care Less
04:01
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I see what I see, I know what I know, I walk where I want to, but I don’t know where I go.
Follow me down as I move through the crowds swarming the beach where your home used to be. Golden and velvet but dry to the touch, the hills of California are shaking their dust.
I only drive when it rains, wear a sweater indoors, dry my clothes in the sun, though it’s hardly enough.
You take it in stride as I go partly blind: I see with the eye in my mind. I ought to confess that I’m longing to care less: I hate watching clocks in the night, but I cease to exist when I’m feeling complicit. I want you to be happy, but you’re wrong.
I’ll dream what I dream, I’ll know what I know. If you don’t what to help us, you’ll go where you go.
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Wandering Free
02:04
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Every time I try, it never turns out right. I heard a little word swallowing my pride. Walking on a wall, following your stride. I wondered where you were, you were in your mind, wandering free.
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Don't Breathe For Me
03:34
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Caught in a lie, pack up your act, sand the soles off your shoes when you expect to listen for birds who never seem to you like they were sideways in intricate time change, changing you.
Why would you breathe for me if it’s not me you’re breathing for? Why would you kill for me if it’s not me you’re living for?
Following stride, take me alive, take me as far as you. Out on the edge, a tentative best I could admit to you, but you’re falling backwards, stretching and shattered. I’m shattered, too.
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Stillness
01:31
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Clean Floors
04:06
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Your floors are so clean but what does it mean in the end? I had a dream that he came to me in my bed. You don’t like it when I see him, there’s a reason for that. If I told you all my secrets you would never come back on the line. Call it a crime, call it a trap. I left my lover in London because I never loved him like that.
“This party’s too tame,” I coldly complain, unconvinced. I’m getting to break, but I’m trying so hard to live. I can tell I’m uncompelling because you’re always keeping track. The Mefloquine made me crazy, but I swear I’m coming back.
I never did but you wanted to dance, it doesn’t matter at all. Critics complain that I’m still the same, but I won’t. I’m getting upset at the littlest things (so what?) like, why did you do it like that? Tell me, why did you do it like that? Why did you do it like that? It doesn’t matter at all.
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Phoenicia No Coffee
04:15
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I’m caught in your line, I’m caught in traffic. Too eager to share the shape of static, I’m lying. I’m alone. Never speaking with conviction, convincing myself I’m not the victim on the bottom, long forgotten.
Everyone’s up in Phoenicia or out in L.A. I’m carving myself a place, but there’s nowhere to stay. You’ve seen the unseen, it seemed unseemly. Whitewash the scenes that seem uneasy. You’re trying: you’ve tried. Everyone’s up in Phoenicia or out in L.A. I’m carving myself a place, but there’s nowhere to stay.
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Embrace The New Age
04:03
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It could be any other morning, you whisper softly to me, “I’m leaving,” again.
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The Paper Pull
03:29
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I’m at the starting line, but, you, you’re at the finish. I’m at the paper pull and my, my hands are so full.
When we start, we make our moves in the dark. I’m at the starting line, but you, you’re at the finish.
On and on and on and on and on.
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Annie Hart New York, New York
"Sumptuous synth-pop" - Vogue
Annie Hart is a film composer, solo artist, and part of synth trio Au Revoir Simone. She makes beautiful, intimate, hypnotic keyboard music.
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