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Lobby
03:14
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Rare diamond piney scent, the thumbnail of your figure.
Peeking over a grassy expanse.
Thin fingered quiet picking strings your sights for Tennessee and all that’s passed. All that’s passed.
This space keeps growing and we’re all gone
You’re real, you were, I think I saw your guitar in Christmas lights that lit your face and sang for loss.
Hello what a question, what a way to ask, Goodbye's a question too
But don’t answer, I don’t want to know.
Rare diamond piney scent; kitchen counter, easy laughter.
I am pining for you I confess. For you I confess.
And your face keeps sayin that I was wrong.
You’re real you won’t, I think I saw your teeth and lips in some other song.
But I don’t feel I’m moving on.
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2. |
Go Nowhere
04:33
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Say all the obvious observations and half-assed puns.
I’ll sit outside and smoke, tap on the table and laugh at your jokes.
I can be patient can be careful. I can be less than a handful.
One day you’ll have a pretty picture of me up on your mantle.
Lackluster living rooms, black in the carpets and come over soon.
Two screens and one dim lamp eyes looking between your face and your lap.
Sometimes I worry, fingers shaking can’t feel my body
wrapped up in mania.
I pace the house I need a hobby.
But all the cars go nowhere
the headlights pass my window
all the ghosts in the houses
were just like me but now their voices echo.
Say it’s all understood, wish I could focus and know that I should.
You’re on the telephone batting your lashes and zipping your coat.
And then I’m walking home it’s pouring and my roommates’ smiling
We light a candle and I wonder if it’s saying something.
But all the cars go nowhere
The headlights pass my window
Motors just like heartbeats
and mine is ready it pounds heavy let me go.
This machine is pretty ‘til it gets on the road and perfect in the showroom
Creaky when you set in it motion.
Spit-shined, designed for comfort I try to soul search but
nobody can give me those answers.
My sea legs finally hold me but I’m standing lonely,
it’s not exactly what I was hoping for.
I still can’t swim but all I see's an ocean.
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3. |
Easy Greasy
05:29
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They sound so neat, this band on repeat.
I try to retain heat this house is forty degrees.
These friends that I’ve met they don’t realize what they meant.
You saved me, you saved me.
And this town and those walks, dog food air in my lungs, no one hears me.
Mice in the kitchen, that’s okay I like Cinderella anyway.
Blankets warm, socks are wet. Courtney burned her brie and baguette
I briefly care about my health, you’ve taught me empathy and self
I will not forget this place I will not forget this place.
I want to mend ties with those I’ve broken in the night
you deserve much more than me.
So let’s drink and recollect when our time was much, much better spent, chasing God in His disease.
All this noise all the time. Do I go out or stay inside?
Too many faces breach the crowd, I can’t find a place to sit down.
Violent air drunken breath, I fall in line with the rest.
I WILL NOT FORGET THIS PLACE I WILL NOT FORGET THIS PLACE
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4. |
Natural Light
04:16
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In a silent way
Things began changing
Rockaway
The dry heat of summer
And I wish you’d stay. I could watch you get older
On holidays through checkpoints and borders.
We’d forget every question of why and for whom?
Life could be better and love could be true.
In the modern age
I’m young but I want to know
What’s the way?
To our families and cozy homes
On Charlemagne, we could throw all the curtains wide open and laugh like we did at eighteen cos I’m finding a new lease on life, light as a feather floating off into the night.
And just when I thought that my world was ending
The sky opened up and my body held still
Laid on my back in the natural light
Singing I don’t want to die, not tonight, not tonight.
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5. |
Sandra Sighs
03:18
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I found myself falling short of everything that I worked for.
This song could be better, this story could be better, the sex could be better, I could be better.
And I feel much better when I form a thought without the help of the television, phone or prop.
I’m liberated because I’m sanctified, I’m sanctified because I’m angry, I’m angry because I fell down, I bruised my knee.
I need someone that I can hold in front of my mother as she grows old. Look at this love we created you made me, made me. You made me so happy, made me so loved, you’ve made me so clever so broken forever. You made me a conduit for joy, for addiction, for pain, for peace, for pride, for solace, for gain.
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Hartford, CT
03:29
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Childlike adrift in passing cities.
Black night; American expanse.
Bright lights through the windows of our houses.
Is it alright? Trying to make plans...
Godlike; caracal majestic.
Are you nervous? eyes fell on her face.
Mindless building shelters for each other
Call them kindness, defensive til it breaks, always frightened wide awake.
Tell me how much can you take,
avoiding questions when they burn.
Press my back into the wall.
Gave and I wanted in return.
But I guess you think I shouldn`t want at all.
And it`s maddening, do you think I don`t know the difference?
Why don`t you tie me up and hang me if it`s really not enough?
Cuz if I said it I would scream until my voice gave out, the words that I`ve been dreading. Would you see where it all comes from? Still stuck in some dead bus station in
HARTFORD fucking nowhere Connecticut and I try so desperately to stay reticent but all I can do is reread halves of drafts of texts each time I check my phone. These things will stack when I`m lucid but one weak moment and its all conducive to my unseasonal affective depressive disorderly ornery sneering tortured tone!!!
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7. |
Thrashing
04:46
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Leave the Pony, I’m smiling, for one night I’m trying to breathe optimism, I pass by the prison.
My thoughts turn to drinking, loving and deceiving, I’m so good at that.
I swam twelve laps this morning loss of breath that’s a warning defeat was resounding, I thought about drowning, "Deep End" keeps appearing, ebbing and consuming, it will swallow me.
We're squalor, you gave me a way out and I took it. This life will take slowly, I'll love it while I give it.
Weekends spent wasting in my car,
we knew we would never get far.
When I feel myself slipping I think of you.
Patience and frustration and glue.
I’m dependent on others and I hate it. I am weakness.
I’ll keep creating, I’ll keep losing, and I’ll smile, I’ll smile.
Weekends spent wasting in my car,
We knew we would never get far.
When I feel myself slipping I think of you.
Patience and frustration and the gloom.
And I’m learning to love everything I say.
Garbage, divorce, babies and trees
As long as someone misses you you’re worth it.
Please don’t ever quit.
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8. |
Blue and Red
04:21
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Hot, listless drunken evenings, listen to the road and some clock tower’s bell
Soft, peaceful sanctuary, I remember when I didn’t know you well
Rare diamond heaven sent
Stoplights shade your face
I meet your eyes and shiver
Sky blue and crimson red
Goodbye’s a question I don’t want to consider
You floated on the breeze, captured part of me
Menthol breath and peaceful gentle hands.
Have we found some truth and when it’s real will I know?
I’m terrified but we’ve got a ways to go.
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