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Riptide
03:04
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Silhouetted by the dying firelight
Illuminated just the way you like, 'cause I can't see your eyes
As the tears roll down your cheeks
Like hot blood and cold release
As you say you need me
I could be your rock that falters
I could be the riptide pulls you out to sea
I could be your broken mirror
I could be your shade beneath a winter tree
As we rumble down this interchange
All the lines begin to fade, the yellow into white
The earth into the sky
And wrong's becoming right
As I feel the headlights
Suddenly I see
In a moment of clarity
Burning blue so brilliantly
I open up my arms
You hold on tight
And we start to fly
I could be your rock that falters
I could be a riptide pulls you out to sea
I could be your broken mirror
I could be your shade beneath a winter tree
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Ocean of Noise
03:17
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Drowning, drowning in an ocean of noise
Falling under the spell of her poise
As the waves of static overtake me
And the ringing in my ears begins to break me
She reaches down below to save me
To my relief
I breathe
Behold, a cavern on a stony shore
Below the cliffs of a thousand miles or more
When a sullen ghost appears before you
Don't forget what all the other ghosts have told you
As the foaming sea comes high above you
You won't believe
You'll breathe
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Windowpane
04:27
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Ba ba ba ba, the rain on the windowpane
I know the number in my heart, but I refrain
I run my finger 'cross the telephone dial
I hesitate to think of where you are while
I wait until this muscle memory begins to wane
Well, my friends they tell my that I've always got the curtains drawn
But my friends I tell them that I'm sheltered from the storm
I push some buttons and the lights flicker bright
I flip some toggles and I wait for the night
And when the hurricane comes, I'm dry and warm
You never told me that your heart would fade to gray
Nevermind I thought I'd never live to see today -
I can't remember why I started to write this song
I can't remember so I might as well sing along
There was a sinner in this story of mine
But who was who has gone and slipped my mind
I guess it all will be forgiven when we're gone
Yeah, I guess it all will be forgiven when we're gone
Well, I guess it all will be forgiven
Yeah, I guess it all will be forgiven
I guess it all will be forgiven when we're gone.
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Spirit of the Glass San Francisco, California
Spirit of the Glass is the musical side-project of James Maniscalco, a New Jersey expat living in the Bay Area.
Spirit of the Glass recommends:
The Bookseller's House
by Rogue Valley
In 2010-11, in the space of 12 months, Rogue Valley put out four great folk-rocky albums. This one, the second one, is my favorite, and it's always an inspiration to write when I give it a spin.
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Echo Dancing
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Lemona and Swan Song (Remastered)
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These remastered EPs are complicated vessels for understanding Giant Drag and its impetuous frontwoman, Annie Hardy.
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Hello Take Me Anywhere - Single
by Night Shop
The new single from Night Shop, on Dangerbird, puts the strut of T. Rex in service of rugged Americana.
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Uniform Distortion
by Jim James
The latest solo album from the My Morning Jacket frontman blends classic rock groove with ragged-edged production.
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Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette.
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