1. |
happy
01:20
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I'm happy as hell because you treat me so well
there's never anybody on my mind
I'm very glad you came so I can throw aside my shame
I wasn't me until I knew
you were mine
It's nice that everyone picks up a taser or a gun
they can defend the life they made and that's okay
I'm looking in yr eyes and the alarm is always on
it means it's time to try and live
another day
And so I'm happy as hell because you treat me so well
I'm in love and I am falling down the stairs
everything is up in flames and nobody knows our names
I figure we are in for something rare
I want to tell you that its fine that we live on a dotted line
watching our faces in the scissors overhead
and I said it once before but now I mean it
even more:
I'm going to be here until the day that we're dead
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2. |
little friend
01:30
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Can you return me? I am lost.
The world costs a fortune and it won't let me be
People aren't falling leaves
I'm pretty sure that when they tumble it's a blur
We're sunk and so we settle
for a hunk of precious metal
and the sun is saying something
to the walls, that all the thumping
was for no reward
it's a ride if yr a wonder
and you steal yr own thunder
but the hell if I know really
I think all this shit is silly
and my sky is intact
let me re-enact
47 heartaches
all to heaven for the earthquake
sticky mud is in the feeling
of the things that you're revealing
and I'm used to it all
I'm really disappointed
how I'm used to it all
Can you return me? I am lost.
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3. |
every song's a love song
01:57
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Every song's a love song
when you love someone
every poison dagger
every loaded gun
every tower of song
every bird on a wire
every hit from the bong
every world on fire
every candle
every flame
every american thigh
every mongrel name
every gotta get high
every motherfucker
and honey babe too
when the someone that I love is you
All the stars are dancing
when there's someone you love
every pointy purple guitar
every sparkling glove
every pair of polarized glasses
every pair of heart-shaped glasses
every pair of swinging nuts
and all the wiggling jiggling asses
every car is grooving
moving down the avenue
when somebody loves me like you do
Michael Franti and Gil Scott-Heron
surely stood where I am staring
into a pair of fireplace eyes
But the sad old truth of it
is that all music is just shit
if you don't hear the story of the misery
behind
Every song's a weapon
when yr heart is run through
every song is thrilling disappointment
rendered anew
and
every song meant nothing
until the day I met you
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4. |
grow
02:12
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Sometimes you grow
what you become isn't up to
anyone at all
but everyone gets to take a piece of you
and let you go
smaller than before
and lighter smiling swaying happy you
I don't see any way out but back in
and you can't go back in
at least not that i know
I don't leave a tremor unshook but I look
and you look, and we're all that we know
Sometimes you sleep
and when you wake up
you aren't anyone at all
just a fizzing on of sudden-certain
time is just good luck
I need a winner now
nothing's going to stop me except
nothing
I don't see any way out but back in
and the clout clamors thin
when I'm ready to go
In the end it's all that it took, and we
take and we take like it's all that we know
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6. |
vultures
02:36
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I'm the kind of guy writes it down on his hand
today if yr crazy or spacey it's known
as a personal brand
this one goes out with the vultures with nothing
to eat
I heard that they don't circle at all
those birds'll land on yr street
You might as well swim when yr nothing but fins
over and over try and settle just before it kicks in
when we're in the world
alive for today
that beautiful moment
when you look like there's nothing to say
There's a dog in a dream, working
on a medium blues
today is a place where you stay instead
of paying yr dues
I'm the kind of guy who hides his rockets
in sand
It's totally fine if yr mine
but in the likely event that yr yours
you know I won't understand
You face a pile of dust
when you chase after trust
til every feeling is a contest yr intentions
are sussed
hard rain in the bucket and a key to the drawer
that is stuffed with a reminder that you've been there
before
when we're in the world
alive for today
that beautiful moment
when you look like there's nothing to say
I don't want to be a detail to someone else
I'm the kind of a guy
who puts his heart on a kite
I'm the kind of a guy
that's gonna make it through life
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She walks with the delicate cadence
of a million butterflies trapped under the soles
of her high-tops
it's a high time for consequence
the butterflies flapping their wings
causes catastrophe in some mythologies
but no one remembers the things about these
that make them so unique
Morning comes and she's on blue
the 12-speed Schwinn she bought from you
it took nothing at all to remember
the days and remember the nights
and the empty garage
and the glass breaking fight that made everything
strange after years of it being
all right
She don't try very hard
She don't look very new
She don't have quite good hair
and her nails are so blue
not from polish but dirt
it all gets hurt
when she writes her review
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8. |
write it right
01:51
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Write it right
when you feel it wrong
when you can't get into
getting along
when the glow is ash
and the cash is thrown
and you revelate
yr unpicked bones
I got somethin' to say
no I already said it
I drawl on all day
somebody edit
Get the gist
when you're pissed and blue
when you just forget the
people you knew
when the brick is laid
and you shame yrself
and you can't get laid
by anyone else
It's something we require
just a catalog we tore apart
and threw into the fire
Make me laugh
when I think I'm sick
hold my hand and lay
the aforementioned brick
and when we get tired
well, we're all tired
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9. |
birthdays
01:10
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There is a native distress
on played out pillow it rests
time is never yr friend
Allocate the idea
no one tries to come and see ya
when yr in on the mend
I hope I'm nowhere near the door
I hope yr out of the room
I hope the rut can reverse
and all the desert can bloom
I want to find you a curtain
you are hurting in the worst way
its months from yr birthday
I wanna be happy to you
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10. |
mercurial
01:15
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Mercurial Muriel's no kinda friend
she can suck out the shine from the light that you lend
going "I get everything on my mind all the time
I swallow the ocean where you wade"
Mercurial Mars has her mouthful of stars
she spits on the ground and rolls into the tar
going "I get everything on my mind all time
I know how to win every round of charades"
Mercurial Lissa is kissing some cheeks
handing out frowns to the hungrier freaks
going "I get everything on my mind all the time
I know how to muscle my way inside."
Growing up has never been so weird
you make a memory of yrself
and like purple dye it fades
maybe next year
maybe next year
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11. |
knell
00:48
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We used to share an office
what do you think of that?
I was novice kitten
getting all held back
The awful silent world butters toast
and Woody's waking up Fellini's ghost
I made a promise but you weren't listening
and this time of year I hear you
whispering
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12. |
no one
02:33
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Always the same: you were out in Ft. Greene
a band with a beard sang you
"Goodnight, Irene"
women drank whiskey and men held the door
the song rolled the tears
from yr face to the floor
You always mistake me for no one
no one could be who I am
my face is all out of focus
I might not be yr kind of man
It's hard to find something complete
in this world
women with children still call themselves girls
men who would turn into hair if they could
I went upstairs thinking
this can't be good
You always mistake me for no one
no one could be who I am
my face is all out of focus
I might not be yr kind of man
Now I get the sense that yr powerfully tired
make you a bet that I love you
when yr asleep I will lose my control
sweep up the covers and swallow you
whole
(and the band sings us out)
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