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Intro
02:51
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One small piece to break in these shoes that are not what you thought.
And One.
In these words is what is now--clear to the sound.
I’m going down.
And Two.
To begin, all along I sang a lie.
Looking out with borrowed eyes.
Watching watchers of that kind.
Now I see my shoes…
One small step to see what’s ahead.
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Trip
03:02
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One small piece to break in these shoes that are not what you thought.
And One.
In these words is what is now--clear to the sound.
I’m going down.
And Two.
To begin, all along I sang a lie.
Looking out with borrowed eyes.
Watching watchers of that kind.
Now I see my shoes…
One small step to see what’s ahead.
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3. |
Mend
02:54
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Start right now to amass wealth.
You will find that all this time adds up.
So, don’t set fires you can’t fight.
Stop right now--foolish games.
They’ll recall all, yes all.
Feel their pain or you’ll feel the same.
Feel their shame or they’ll shame the same.
And don’t do wrongs you can’t right,
And don’t cause harm with delight,
And don’t ever feel that you don’t belong,
And don’t start fires you can’t fight.
Every move, every poor choice that follows,
every bridge stays broken and, so…
Follow the road that builds roads and mends wounds for others,
And find a nice girl who buys it all too…
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4. |
No One's Home
02:40
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I hear all those things you say,
And I can’t live without, your words,
Are inside of me, outside, oh, all around,
That’s why I create, and I send,
To hear more words from you…
See the sun in your eyes?
See it coming out loud?
Don’t you feel so insane?
You should be proud.
I gave just enough so that I could slide right by in this world where no one’s inside your pretty mind.
That’s why I create, and I send,
To hear more words from you…
See the sun in your eyes?
See it coming out loud?
Such a shock when it came.
I’ve felt the same.
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5. |
Dictaphone
02:59
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As there’s nothing wrong, you will find this song’s just waiting.
This would go along, sitting ‘round just for the taking.
I lay down, on dictaphone, ‘till part one is not alone.
I will pass to you my greatest work—or are you laughing?
And if I sing to you, is the beauty lost or are you aching?
If there’s nothing wrong, will you keep it close, until your hands fail?
‘cause it will always be proof that I could play with Small Sails.
I lay down, on dictaphone, ‘till part one is not alone.
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6. |
On Fumes
01:56
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All on fumes—did I even know how long you did live, feeling no one’s on your side?
Much too hard…[too] late to start.
So far gone—couldn’t fathom love for free…
Just the weight of it pushing down on you…
Wish you heard all these words.
All on fumes—did I even know how long?
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7. |
Pail
04:34
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Throw me off my pedestal because I feel so dumb.
I just want to have a pail for him that I can fill up.
So, I climbed up?
I know no other way.
Took the pill down, so that I could stay…
Throw me off my pedestal because I feel so dumb.
I just want to have a pail for him that I can fill up.
So, it seems I’m not going down thanks to one and a half pieces ‘round.
Tonight, can you stay home?
See the end I’m talking from because you all have one.
I just need to need less from, oh hell, I guess, everyone…
So, it seems I’m not going down thanks to one and a half pieces ‘round.
Tonight, can you stay home?
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8. |
Wishes
03:01
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My machine’s been working so hard.
Bought a saga for a song.
Grew a tree, it looks good so far.
You probably think I planned it all, you’re wrong.
Manufacture all your worries.
Be the hamster of intent.
Set a date, build your strategy, then forget just where it went, it’s spent.
Call your wishes a spitting image of pushy business, selling weakness.
Had your big plans,
(All your dreams will follow…)
thinking time stands…
(Just one more and you’ll go)
You we’re so strong,
(Do the things that you thought…)
but you waited too long...
Have a seat and watch the ending from the beginning of the end.
Take a picture to remember what you chose to do instead.
Call your wishes a spitting image of pushy business, selling weakness.
Had your big plans,
(All your dreams will follow…)
Thinking time stands…
(Just one more and you’ll go)
You we’re so strong,
(Do the things that you thought…)
But you waited too long...
After all, what are you after?
Call your wishes,
A spitting image,
Of pushy business,
(All your dreams will follow, just one more and you’ll go)
You we’re so strong,
(Do the things that you thought…)
But you waited too long...
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9. |
Elude
01:33
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10. |
Whale
03:59
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Ahab:No, I’m not! I’m just afraid I’ll lose my lot, if I don’t stay.
I know! It’s clear to you there’s no way, but to me there’s only this one thing to crave.
No! I feel I haven’t been here too long.
I see! I haven’t proven how strong I can be when there’s nothing to show.
Friend:Stands you, vacant, yet so purposeful.
I can see that you can’t see yourself.
If I tried to provide you’d certainly hide—‘cause no one’s home.
Ahab:No! I feel I haven’t been here too long.
I see! I haven’t proven how strong I can be when there’s nothing to show.
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11. |
Elliott Smith
06:47
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When you sang that song I was afraid, if I listened on, I would break.
But I finally heard your anger and your pain.
Yes, I heard that beauty that you sang--and in her car I knew she felt the same.
Won’t pretend to know you or the ones who’ve loved you.
Won’t blame the victim or who suffered with him.
But, please let me tell you and who did surround you,
Without the pure sound I might never have found,
Someone who needs to hear tears to feel that we’re not far apart…
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12. |
Outro
02:08
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One small piece to break in these shoes that are not what you thought.
And One.
In these words is what is now--clear to the sound.
I’m going down.
And Two.
To begin, all along I sang a lie.
Looking out with borrowed eyes.
Watching watchers of that kind.
Now I see my shoes…
One small step to see what’s ahead.
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13. |
Trip (G Rated)
03:02
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I am sitting in your back pocket.
I am flying like a rocket in the sun tonight.
I am seeing all the good things but believing all the wrong things—all at once.
Alright, let’s go tonight.
Let’s make believe we do not care and do not cry.
Let’s show our parents that we don’t recall their lies and take a trip down someone else’s awesome life.
So, we can see what happens when you do not have to hide who you are.
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ATMIG Detroit, Michigan
ATMIG, which stands for "After the Money is Gone," is a Michigan indie-rock band, consisting of Tobie Lipski (vocals/guitar), Drew Borowsky (bass), Dan Clark (guitar), and David Jackowicz (drums). ATMIG released its EP "Avec Muscles" in March of 2022.
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