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Am I understood? Am I cleaning clear? Are you going to run? Or stay right here I hope you’ve bested fear Things are not as they appear But how can you be sure I’ve heard this all before Six million souls in dust A flight of one turns eyes to skies and minds To bend toward distant light A gilded path of lies The flame before the flies The foot that feels the ground Belongs to armored proud But not a shield does make All ashes in the wake As the sighing passed for sound The world still spun its round The shovels ever quaked The earth was forced to break March your feeble foot Wrapped in Turin’s shroud Let your hate ignite And carry forth a solitary light Through shadow, fog and night You’ll make the hollow proud Not question why endowed The foot that feels the ground Belongs to armored proud But not a shield does make All ashes in the wake As the sighing passed for sound The world still spun its round The shovels ever quaked The earth was forced to break Pack in the railroad cars See the snow through the bars Mother and family Yeah, they’ll be alright Working will set you free Chimney smoke slavery Draw back your quivering bow Cross violin strings
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Old Stock 04:45
The world is opening up for you Wordless garden in the spring and sun blooms Thankful you can’t read the news We’ve got some time to figure out what the hell to do Tick tock tick tock Running down the old clock Drip drop drip drop Draining out the old stock And a better way is out there We’re burdened with the task To lead you through the forest But first we clear a path When the lie becomes the truth Then there’s truly nothing left for you to lose There are no miles in your shoes That they would walk to understand your brand of blues Tick tock tick tock Running down the old clock Drip drop drip drop Draining out the old stock And a better way is out there We’re burdened with the task To lead you through the forest But first we clear a path
3.
We are the company we keep We are the attention we seek We are the choices that we make We are the bonds that we will break We have no electricity We are so less human than we seem The future’s falling down like frogs And all these texts we claim to read Ancient scrolls to lull to sleep They’re only good when people die horribly And they often do I tell you now because you’re not my friend I see a way and it’s your end I wish for you only the truly worst But more so, I wish your eyes reversed For I would rather go out last Chained upon your sinking mast With a heart and mind of unshakable love For I am right and you are wrong But you have known this all along But to admit would be just too much to bear For a frightened hare I see the skull beneath your eyes That holds the secrets locked inside An Uncle’s hand, just a doctor inspecting things… Or that one time late after school Wet leaves and jeans, it’s all a blur A best friend who would never speak of this again Though it happened again Or perhaps your struggle was never real And to confront another just reveals An unescapable ache of undeservedness Your fears have all been handed down That you are with and others without And it leaves you with a seemingly unbridgeable divide In the skull behind your eyes
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I am sinking, I am shrinking Down to nothing, more than nothing I can’t see you where I am I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know why I’m shrinking down to nothing I can’t feel you where I am I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know why I’m sinking down to nothing

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released June 27, 2017

Written, performed, recorded, mixed & mastered by MWP
The Whine Cellar, Watertown, MA
November 2016 / June 2017

MARC WOLFSON PINANSKY, RUNNER'S HIGH MUSIC, ASCAP

Cover art by Andrea Gillis

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Marc Wolfson Pinansky Boston, Massachusetts

Professional amateur musician. Singer-songwriter, producer, multi-instrumentalist from Massachusetts. The Family Township, The Bored of Health, Runner & the Thermodynamics, The Zips. Drummer for Melvern Taylor & His Fabulous Meltones. Home recordist. Grammatical rascal. Speaks cat. Gets more done in a bathrobe than most do in a suit. ... more

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