Through The Trees Pt. 2
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โฑ๏ธ 5:50 duration
๐ ID: 79278
๐ Lyrics
Misunderstood
And disillusioned,
I go on describing this place
And the way it feels to live and die.
The "natural world"
And whatever else it's called
I drive in and out of town
Seeing no edge, breathing sky
And it's hard to describe
Without seeming absurd.
I know there's no other world:
Mountains and websites
Dark smoke fills the air
Some from the fire in my house
Some from me driving around
I could see the lights of town
Through the trees on the ridge
On my way home in the dark.
I meant all my songs
Not as a picture of the woods
But just to remind myself
That I briefly live.
The gleaming stone
The moon in the sky at noon
There is no other world
And there has never been.
I still walk living sleeping
Life in the real world of clouds
Clawing for meaning.
Still when I see branches in the wind
The tumultuous place where I live
Calls out revealing.
"Can you see the river in the branches
And know that it means you will die
And that pieces are churning?"
"Can you find a wildness in your body
And walk through the store after work
Holding it high?"
I've held aloft some delusions.
From now on I will be perfectly clear:
There's no part of the world more meaningful
And raw impermanence echoes in the sky.
There is either no end
Or constant simultaneous end and beginning.
A pile of trash
The fog on the hill
Standing in the parking lot squinting.
And disillusioned,
I go on describing this place
And the way it feels to live and die.
The "natural world"
And whatever else it's called
I drive in and out of town
Seeing no edge, breathing sky
And it's hard to describe
Without seeming absurd.
I know there's no other world:
Mountains and websites
Dark smoke fills the air
Some from the fire in my house
Some from me driving around
I could see the lights of town
Through the trees on the ridge
On my way home in the dark.
I meant all my songs
Not as a picture of the woods
But just to remind myself
That I briefly live.
The gleaming stone
The moon in the sky at noon
There is no other world
And there has never been.
I still walk living sleeping
Life in the real world of clouds
Clawing for meaning.
Still when I see branches in the wind
The tumultuous place where I live
Calls out revealing.
"Can you see the river in the branches
And know that it means you will die
And that pieces are churning?"
"Can you find a wildness in your body
And walk through the store after work
Holding it high?"
I've held aloft some delusions.
From now on I will be perfectly clear:
There's no part of the world more meaningful
And raw impermanence echoes in the sky.
There is either no end
Or constant simultaneous end and beginning.
A pile of trash
The fog on the hill
Standing in the parking lot squinting.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:07.32] Misunderstood
[01:09.25] And disillusioned,
[01:14.05] I go on describing this place
[01:17.89] And the way it feels to live and die.
[01:23.57] The "natural world"
[01:32.06] And whatever else it's called
[01:34.87] I drive in and out of town
[01:40.56] Seeing no edge, breathing sky
[01:47.22] And it's hard to describe
[01:51.01] Without seeming absurd.
[01:54.85] I know there's no other world:
[01:58.64] Mountains and websites
[02:03.38] Dark smoke fills the air
[02:09.05] Some from the fire in my house
[02:13.79] Some from me driving around
[02:17.52] I could see the lights of town
[02:24.28] Through the trees on the ridge
[02:28.93] On my way home in the dark.
[02:32.78] I meant all my songs
[02:37.45] Not as a picture of the woods
[02:40.33] But just to remind myself
[02:45.07] That I briefly live.
[02:52.67] The gleaming stone
[02:55.55] The moon in the sky at noon
[02:59.36] There is no other world
[03:03.16] And there has never been.
[03:07.95] I still walk living sleeping
[03:13.66] Life in the real world of clouds
[03:18.42] Clawing for meaning.
[03:22.29] Still when I see branches in the wind
[03:28.93] The tumultuous place where I live
[03:32.75] Calls out revealing.
[03:37.54] "Can you see the river in the branches
[03:51.78] And know that it means you will die
[03:55.53] And that pieces are churning?"
[04:00.22] "Can you find a wildness in your body
[04:05.94] And walk through the store after work
[04:10.70] Holding it high?"
[04:16.38] I've held aloft some delusions.
[04:22.17] From now on I will be perfectly clear:
[04:28.73] There's no part of the world more meaningful
[04:36.33] And raw impermanence echoes in the sky.
[04:58.32] There is either no end
[05:05.91] Or constant simultaneous end and beginning.
[05:13.59] A pile of trash
[05:32.41] The fog on the hill
[05:36.23] Standing in the parking lot squinting.
[05:41.97]
[01:09.25] And disillusioned,
[01:14.05] I go on describing this place
[01:17.89] And the way it feels to live and die.
[01:23.57] The "natural world"
[01:32.06] And whatever else it's called
[01:34.87] I drive in and out of town
[01:40.56] Seeing no edge, breathing sky
[01:47.22] And it's hard to describe
[01:51.01] Without seeming absurd.
[01:54.85] I know there's no other world:
[01:58.64] Mountains and websites
[02:03.38] Dark smoke fills the air
[02:09.05] Some from the fire in my house
[02:13.79] Some from me driving around
[02:17.52] I could see the lights of town
[02:24.28] Through the trees on the ridge
[02:28.93] On my way home in the dark.
[02:32.78] I meant all my songs
[02:37.45] Not as a picture of the woods
[02:40.33] But just to remind myself
[02:45.07] That I briefly live.
[02:52.67] The gleaming stone
[02:55.55] The moon in the sky at noon
[02:59.36] There is no other world
[03:03.16] And there has never been.
[03:07.95] I still walk living sleeping
[03:13.66] Life in the real world of clouds
[03:18.42] Clawing for meaning.
[03:22.29] Still when I see branches in the wind
[03:28.93] The tumultuous place where I live
[03:32.75] Calls out revealing.
[03:37.54] "Can you see the river in the branches
[03:51.78] And know that it means you will die
[03:55.53] And that pieces are churning?"
[04:00.22] "Can you find a wildness in your body
[04:05.94] And walk through the store after work
[04:10.70] Holding it high?"
[04:16.38] I've held aloft some delusions.
[04:22.17] From now on I will be perfectly clear:
[04:28.73] There's no part of the world more meaningful
[04:36.33] And raw impermanence echoes in the sky.
[04:58.32] There is either no end
[05:05.91] Or constant simultaneous end and beginning.
[05:13.59] A pile of trash
[05:32.41] The fog on the hill
[05:36.23] Standing in the parking lot squinting.
[05:41.97]