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Sonder

by Tim Brochier

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1.
So Far Away 03:08
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She looks at her reflection in anything that shows it Tinted car windows, and vending machines I wear my sunglasses and never really know if She's looking at herself, or looking at me And I'm so far away I'm so far away She checks her cell in the elevator silence I wanna break it, but then what would I say? "Hey, how are you?" "Fine, thanks for asking." "Well, this is my floor." "Have a nice day." And I'm so far away I'm so far away
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Sacagawea 02:53
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The Bible told me to prepare for my judgement My teachers told me to prepare for the grade The Buddha told me just exist in the moment My parents told me get a 401k My buddy said that I should follow my heroes I had my heroes but then both of them died One of them did it with a needle on the sofa One just committed suicide I think I'm gonna run away to Sequoia I'll gather berries and I'll hunt for squirrels Baby, you can be my Sacagawea Maybe we can get away with the World My counselor asked me what I see in the inkblots I told her everything reminds me of sex Cayenne and lemon in the water for the detox Bottle of Ritalin to keep me in check Can't help but feel like I'm part of the infection a sympathetic parasite I've done my worst with the best of intentions I gotta sleep below the stars tonight I think I'm gonna run away to Sequoia I'll gather berries and I'll hunt for squirrels Baby, you can be my Sacagawea Maybe we can get away with the World
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Gimme One More 05:29
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Misty-eyed and mystified while I drive you praying for a red light so we can finish this song Harvest Moon through a thick June gloom and I think through The things I never said right, the things I never said at all I tried to find you peace of mind, but I'm part of The world that you're escaping There's no windows in your wall We play listen, speak, then hide and seek and the hard part's not knowing when you're coming back Or if you're coming back at all So gimme one more before you go Gimme one more Gimme one more Before you go Stomach sick when the car door clicks, and it echoes the dead echo of a coffin I slam my head against the steering wheel Now the headache screams and your voice still rings, you said I was the forest you got lost in I just thought that I could help you heal I'll wait for you, but I'm afraid the truth's I'll be waiting for this ocean to evaporate or for the sun to blow us all to dust Love makes you pay for the joy that it gave, and I knew that but I thought that we were different I guess it went the same for us So gimme one more before you go Gimme one more Gimme one more Before you go
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Cold Green Water 03:43
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Running away with my arms wide open trying to stay in tune running astray, you always end up at an ocean and then what are you supposed to do? We comin' a comin' apart and then we're comin' a comin' a comin back together We catchin a wave in and then we're caught caught 'a caught inside Knowin where we're goin never knowin though if we're gonna get there Swervin the Suburban down the curves of the Devil's Slide Cold green water, won't you numb my mind? I wrote my worries in the sand, and here comes the high tide, here it comes Cold green water, won't you numb my mind? I wrote my worries in the sand, and here comes the high tide, here comes the high tide A place you can stay, but still stay movin a place you can play all day some spend life waitin for nothin, well we we spend it waiting for the waves OB's blown out, so we'll just head south to Año Agro's singin "The Wizard" and I'm shotgun rollin a joint We callin up his bro, he says "Dude, Santa Cruz is firing!" "All right dawg, we'll meet you at Pleasure Point" Cold green water, won't you numb my mind? I wrote my worries in the sand, and here comes the high tide, and here it comes Cold green water, won't you numb my mind? I wrote my worries in the sand, and here comes the high tide, here comes the high tide
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Astronaut 03:01
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For the fourth time in three weeks, I'm movin out Five days goes fast for the guy on the couch A guitar and a surfboard, a bag of dirty clothes For guys like me in times like these, it's always time to go I think it's too late to be an astronaut, too late to be a God of Rock It's too late, and maybe I'm too stoned It's too late to win olympic gold too late to do what I was told but I did what I did, and I'm not that old I'm going to space, baby, I'm going to space I slept in kitchen floors, living rooms, dining rooms, stairwells, and parking lots of fast food chains I was touring the states, but the van broke down, and I couldn't hop that bullet train Now I'm playin in the gutter, and starin at the stars Riding a rocket bus, next to Elon Musk, talkin bout rockin out on Mars I think it's too late to be an astronaut, too late to be a God of Rock It's too late, and maybe I'm too stoned It's too late to win olympic gold too late to do what I was told but I did what I did, and I'm not that old I'm going to space, baby, I'm going to space
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Stay Cool 03:39
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I thought I had it figured out, til I figured out I'll never have a clue Sure we saw this coming, but it still feels like the coming came to soon Like figure eights on frozen lakes, our paths will always cross and never end Today we're missing you, old friend Pumpkin guts and pigeon coops and old skunk railroads spinnin through my head With spaghetti shirts and tractor rides and all of the I love you's left unsaid Gambling with matchsticks by the statue of St. Francis feedin crumbs to chickens round the bend Today we're missing you, old friend If I knew those were our last words, I would've wrote em down, learned to fly an airplane, and go write em in the clouds Now I can't even remember, but I still can hear the sound Stay cool, I'll see ya round I'll see ya round Grandpa built a forest, a patch of Eucalyptus in a grid Where we build forts with Nate and Lauren and Simone and I still feel like a kid I couldn't fit my arms around you, but I loved to be around you Now you're up there with baby Jesus shootin squirrels and smiling down at the world If I knew those were our last words, I would've wrote em down, learned to fly an airplane, and go write em in the clouds Now I can't even remember, but I still can hear the sound. Stay cool, I'll see ya round I'll see ya round
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Zombie Apocalypse 03:18
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Through the hole in the barbed wire fence Up the ladder of the radio tower We bruised our knees on graffiti cement The city burning with my arms wrapped around her She says, "We gotta move away from this madness," as sirens echo off the canyon wall I stand below as she repels from the blackness as if I could really break her fall And the city glowed, molten lava flow, that computer chip dipped in the midnight coast Talking low and sweet while the owls speak and we take each other to the other side of sleep Blood moon rising like my tongue on her bottom lip We were perfectly equipped for the zombie apocalypse Through the hole in the barbed wire fence down to the water through the cracks at Jalama A ukulele and a yellow tent, beef jerky, avocados, and bananas The tide was creepin' towards the edge of our sand dune the wind was whippin' 'gainst our driftwood wall our shadows dancing by the light of the half moon our voices singing like a while song And when the morning rose, we paddled out to float endless sky above, and endless sea below Then on the way back, by the railroad tracks, I saw a bald eagle lifting off a dead tree branch There were poppies on the hill, "Old Pine" on the tape deck She turns to me and says "Everything is sacred."
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Party at the Jungle Tonight 03:24
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Boswell's in the backyard playin snappa chuckin empties high up in the tree Avery and Elliot, our underground rappers, are spittin nasty flow with Bill and me Miles feeds the sharks and the piranhas Pat's got Charlie wrapped around his neck Agro's talkin robots and rollin marijuana Debo's watchin Clippers, and yellin at the ref So call all the boys, Heyyyyy Call all the girls, Wooooooo Call everyone that you know move out the furniture, move in the drum kit for the King Moe punk rock show, three kegs and twelve handles, four scoops of No Xplode, Kool-Aid and Diet Cherry Sprite Turn up the music and turn out the lights there's a party at The Jungle tonight We're chuggin and we're sluggin in the moshpit with girls in leopard loin cloths on the table I don't think we'll get back our deposit cuz Billy smashed that box we use for mail Connor's gettin freaky by the black light Sammy's gettin freaky in the hall Brandon's takin drunk drops on the half pipe Plaga took a strike out, put a pool cue through the wall Call all the boys, Heyyyy Call all the girls, Wooooo Call everyone that you know Move out the furniture, move in the drumkit for the King Moe punk rock show Slap cup and tit pong and rap battles, ripped bongs, and ciggys underneath the front porch light turn up the music, and turn out the lights there's a party at The Jungle tonight Party is over, too many lingerers, Pat just set off that old fire extinguisher Soap in the fish tank and coke in the den Tomorrow we'll wake up and do it again So call all the boys, Heyyyyy Call all the girls, Wooooooo Call everyone that you know move out the furniture, move in the drum kit for the King Moe punk rock show, three kegs and twelve handles, four scoops of No Xplode, Kool-Aid and Diet Cherry Sprite Turn up the music and turn out the lights there's a party at The Jungle tonight
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The Kinda Crazy You Make Me 04:04
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Could we do today again tomorrow? We could do the same things as today Load up the Camry with the guitar and the banjo Radio blasting Donnie Hathaway Could we do today again tomorrow? I'll be Timoteo, you be Saya Pine We'll hit the redwood grove, race down to make the show, and then I'll kiss you like the first time one more time You can sing like a river in the summer I can sing like a rundown van Come on baby let's prepare for nostalgia Let me be your man I love the kinda crazy you make me I love the kinda crazy you make me Here I am take me, swear you'll never break me I love the kinda crazy you make me Could we do today again tomorrow? Harry and Sam are playing at Ye Rustic Inn We could take a couple shots Salsa dancing in the parking lot Singing "Cheek to Cheek" with all our friends Could we do today again tomorrow? Back before those things you said tonight Staring out at the bay, I had nothing to say So I just kissed you like the first time, one last time You can sing like a river in the summer I can sing like a rundown van Come on baby let's prepare for nostalgia Let me be your man I love the kinda crazy you make me I love the kinda crazy you make me I'll admit maybe I knew someday you'd break me, but I loved the kinda crazy you made me
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Crooked Jaw 03:24
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He sticks a ciggy in his crooked jaw I ask him where he's stayin and he takes a draw he says, "Man, I'm stayin one step ahead of the Devil and two steps ahead of the law. And I gotta keep movin, cuz they're movin in. Before I go to prison, I'ma get the most outta my sin." He reaches over, grabs a bottle of Jag', hands the barman a hundred, says "Keep the change." Then he pours me a shot, he leans in close, and says, "Before I go, I gotta make a toast." The best decisions are the rash ones, and the sweetest breath's the last one, so if you're all livin fast ones, let's take another shot to the things that we'll forget to the things we already forgot let's take all we can get then give it all we got Back to the states, and I'm watchin TV apparently there's been a bank robbery They flashed his face, you shoulda seen what I saw I swear to God he had a crooked jaw The best decisions are the rash ones, and the sweetest breath's the last one, so if you're all livin fast ones, let's take another shot to the things that we'll forget to the things we already forgot let's take all we can get then give it all we got
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Sonder 03:09
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released November 14, 2014

Tim Brochier: Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Scott Jespersen: Fiddle, Keyboard, Vocals
Ernie McMillan: Drums, Percussion
Chandra Rajagopal: Guitars, Mandolin, Guitarlele

All songs written by Tim Brochier

Recorded by Kevin Dixon, Chandra Rajagopal, and Tim Brochier
Mixed and Mastered by Tim Brochier
Album art by Tim Brochier and Ernie "Stardust" McMillan

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