History of Voyager & Legend Tripping
by The We Shared Milk
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Voyager
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Bastard
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Moonlit
03:19
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Yass Yass
04:21
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The Rain Won't Ever Come
03:49
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Lining Up
03:32
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Little Tents
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King George
02:31
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Dog
02:16
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Conversation Killer
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about
Recorded with 10 different Oregon bands in the summer of 2012.
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released 22 September 2012
Mixed, Engineered and Produced by Nalin Silva at Revolver Studios
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion
Cover Photo by Dane Brist
Mixed, Engineered and Produced by Nalin Silva at Revolver Studios
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion
Cover Photo by Dane Brist
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Jun 08Portland, OR
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Jul 04Portland, OR
discography
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Nov 2011 -
Apr 2011 -
Jan 2020 -
Jun 2008
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- Track Name: Voyager
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What?
Cold living in the shadows
No brighter than a phantom glow
Unplug the disco ball on the cruise boat
And let the commonwealth know
Unplug the disco ball on the cruise boat
Big man at the party
Still crying over spilled drinks
Still trying to be my own goddamn shrink
Some kind of idiot chief
Still trying to be my own goddamn shrink
Danger at the old swimming hole
Tore our feet on rusted barrels
Tell it to the mayor
Cold living in the shadows
No brighter than a phantom glow
Unplug the disco ball on the cruise boat
And let the commonwealth know
Unplug the disco ball on the cruise boat
Danger at the old swimming hole
Tore our feet on rusted barrels
Tell it to the mayor
Danger at the old swimming hole
Tore our feet on rusted barrels
Tell it to the mayor
Tell it to the mayor
Tell it to the mayor
Tell it to the mayor
Tell it to the mayor - Track Name: Bastard
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If the match don’t stay lit
There’s another in the packet just the same
And if the shoe just don’t fit
You’re a bastard, a bad habit, such a shame
And I know my brain is sick
Here’s to hoping it’ll work out in the end
And though your voice has been missed
We completed all the seating of the guests
And If the match don’t stay lit
There’s another in the packet just the same
And if the shoe just don’t fit
You’re a bastard, a bad habit, such a shame - Track Name: Moonlit
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Spent last night in a future tomb
Same old ways but it’s comfortable in the moonlit room
Need some help getting down what a man should do
But what a man will do is what a fool will do
This morning something hurting finally struck a nerve
I thought about all the things that only hurt my world
But sometimes hurting has a purpose in the moonlit hours
The moonlit hours make a man a coward
I know myself a little better than you
So I put it down and I sent it through
I know myself a little better than you
So I put it down and I sent it through
This evening I was preaching about unspoken rule
Couldn’t care less for my brother who had been a fool
Forgot about who’s around and what they do for you
What they do for you is that they’re in it too
Tonight would be alright but for the whispering
A little part of the voice that had come from me
A little boy wondering on how I’d turned so mean
If I turn so mean will it get me things?
I know myself a little better than you
So I put it down and I sent it through
I know myself a little better than you
So I put it down and I sent it through - Track Name: Yass Yass
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Lying prone, truth be told
I’m hardly cold
Three floors to absorb
Strangers walking through your home
Strangers picking through your bones
Who let the shade in?
For whom’s it haunting?
Who let the shade in?
For whom’s it haunting?
Appears somebody lived back here
Feeding on familiar fears
It seems they’re all just a shadow of me
Pulling on my knotted string
Trying to get this bird to sing
Who let the shade in?
For whom’s it haunting?
Who let the shade in?
For whom’s it haunting?
Three floors to absorb
Strangers walking in your home
Strangers picking through your bones
Who let the shade in?
For whom’s it haunting?
Who let the shade in?
For whom’s it haunting? - Track Name: The Rain Won't Ever Come
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On the back wood lanes
It resonates
No more struggle on the strip
In the presence of the king
In the rented room
On the side of the lake
Had enough of the stuff
To be worth more than was paid
When I’m choosing words
With the friends that I’ve made
Have to make sure to be heard
Over docking of the trains
If I have what I want
What I want’s gone to waste
Can’t be nothing in the world
Could be worth more than I’ve made - Track Name: Lining Up
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Stoned over Sunday but back on the mend
Took the corners too fast, almost lost my head
Even if I get home, I’ll be too blurred to talk
Speaking in jagged loose lipped refrain
Whispering old poems but changing the names
Each time that I stutter they shout out in awe
Each time that I stutter they all sing along
Things not lining up
It’s never enough
So I grabbed the rope and I pulled us ashore
Down in the town, gave a knock on her door
And when she came to meet me I was drenched from the storm
I could hear in her voice that she wanted to try
But couldn’t get past all the times that I’d lied
And when she shut the door, it’s like she opened my mind
Things not lining up
Things not lining up
It’s never enough
Get your names mixed up
Get your nicknames messed up
I just can’t keep up
On my knees in the heat I had a broken axle
And I waited for days by the side of the road
Sleeping in my old musty truck
When the part finally came it had started to rain
And we drove through the spray and were quiet all day
And I could tell that he was happy by the way his ears lay
Oh if I were happy
Things not lining up
Things not lining up
It’s never enough
Get your names mixed up
Get your nicknames messed up
I just can’t keep up - Track Name: Little Tents
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Coughing north toward
Cotton fields
I’d been transformed
I’d heard the horns
I could’ve sworn
I’d been reborn
Been with the losers
Down yawning dirt
Here’s there too much
In the air
It’s been ten months
From head to lungs
The bottom stair’s
The top of the ladder
Up where the roof
Is just a crust
Can barely walk the streets
I feel better
This ungodly heat
I feel better
You always look like that?
Like you want me to sink
Coughing north toward
Cotton fields
I’d been transformed
I’d heard the horns
I could’ve sworn
I’d been reborn
Been with the losers
Down yawning dirt
Can barely walk the streets
I feel better
This ungodly heat
I feel better
You always look like that?
Like you want me to sink
I’ve been cured
Ten times reborn
I feel better - Track Name: King George
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I don’t believe in old soul
Each one of us in fresh tone
Each one of us to be sold
Before the end is foretold
I can’t decide on footholds
Won’t trust the moistened moss growth
It’s got to be my own fault
Not poisoned earth but spilled salt
I won’t regret or feel sold
I’ve known enough of control
To avoid the ringing trombones
Won’t burn off all your trouble
Nah they won’t hold pitch for long
The king is dead the birds flown - Track Name: Dog
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Someone comfort my lonely dog
Out there pulling on a chain in the dirt lot
And I should call her to come get her dinner
Too obscene to see her get so lean
Something happened to cloud my mind
First breath’s bitter and the second’s fine
Though I race it you know I won’t outpace it
Too pent up to even care enough
Somebody comfort my lonely dog
Somebody comfort my lonely dog
Out there pulling on a chain in the dirt lot
Something happened to clear my mind
First breath’s bitter and the second’s fine
Though I taste it you know I won’t embrace it
Too far gone to even sing along
Somebody comfort my lonely dog
Somebody comfort my lonely dog
Out there pulling on a chain in the dirt lot
Too obscene to see her get so lean
Too obscene to see her get so lean - Track Name: Conversation Killer
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I can be a conversation killer
When no one seems to care about my goals
But then I feel like I might be a winner
If only I could illustrate my soul
Seems like just yesterday I had 40 bucks
I’m crawling the streets at night, giving it up
The creeps on the crosswalk swallowed my love
Seems like just yesterday I had 40 bucks
Had it been a meditated preface
I’d be happy just to catch a cold
And you ain’t seen the trouble in the basement
They’re having babies chewing through the mold
Seems like just yesterday I had 40 bucks
Crawling the streets at night, giving it up
I’m having a transcendental moment
Seems like just yesterday I had 40 bucks
I’m trapped in the dim lit hall
The diverted track is back on course
Nobody really wants to help you
In the dim lit hall
The diverted track is back on course
Nobody really wants to help you
Ahhhh ooooooooooo
