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A tune drifts out the window
Released into the world
I’ll bring it to your house
Somehow I already lost you.
What gift do you bring me?
The gift of a melody.
A tune drifts out the window
Somehow already kitchen-drunk.
What gift do you bring me?
The gift of a melody.
A tune drifts out the window.
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Heartbreak Rules
02:06
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Through the transfer
There’s always something lost forever.
A picture of my family tree
But it don’t look like me.
And they speak with such unbearable slowness
With such pretty voices
But I can’t stick around.
One less bird on the wire
A couple bucks left on the pass
You say you’re just a walking guy
But I don’t have the nerve to ask.
After, I got what I came here for:
The rumblings of disbelief,
The calamity
I did a trust fall with the streets
And the heart plays by heartbreak rules
When you come around
I won’t be around.
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Snake Eyes
01:49
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Four and four
Five and five
Next one he rolls
I’m betting on snake eyes
The lip reader
Is also a pick-pocket
School of life
Getting tricked by the solicitors.
It feels like a gun in your hand
And then there’s a ‘click’
And a flag pops out of the barrel
With ‘BANG!’ written on it
And damn, we all get a kick
We Wanna see it again and again.
Bird of prey
Stay out of my way
The rattlesnake's tail is a pill bottle.
Red coat on the back of a black hook
You pointed out a birds nest
Where they’re cutting the trees down.
You said it feels like an hourglass being flipped
Before the last grain falls to the bottom
When can I see you again?
In another life - you gotta roll for it.
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Spirit of the Guitar
02:11
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Circling the backyard
Spirit of the guitar
Relic once thrived
Empty boat floats
In perfect spiral.
Tear falls on my cell phone
Patience like I’m playing
With the word love
We split the tree,
Legendary.
He knows one song on piano
Did coke with the Hells Angels
We fuck while he watched
Voyeuristic
Fetishes
Cowboy in his Cadillac
Looking for a sugar shack.
Circling the backyard
Spirit of the guitar.
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Queenie's Necklace
03:35
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Queenie’s necklace lays on the table
And I’ve been cleaning up
Queenie’s necklace lays on the table
And I’ve been cleaning up.
There’s a note next to it
Addressed to no one I know
She’s got perfect cursive.
Queenie’s necklace lays on the table
And now she’s waking up
She’s been jumping in the leaves
Says she likes the feeling of
Disappearing and reappearing
Oh, what a chore it is
To terrorize the neighborhood
What a chore it is
To be seen with that crew.
What a chore it is
To disappear and reappear
Queenies necklace lays on the table
And I’ve been cleaning up
Queenies necklace lays on the table
And I’ve been cleaning up
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Act of No Substance
03:04
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An act of no substance
Because I just don’t understand
The blade crooked and dull
You gave yourself a sword tattoo.
The treasures of the earth
Bluely dancing in your coat
I fall asleep to that sound
Of swaying crooked and dull
Light reflects from the blade
Covers my face
My golden blindfold
Your crooked sword tattoo.
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Pendulum
02:21
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Pendulums swinging in the watch store all in discord
She tracks dirt in and leaves a mess wherever she stomps around
Crying over the spilt almond milk
And the sun light makes the moss look like gold
Well I’ve been throwing that javelin
I’ve been tripping over my feet
I got the clearest target.
Ayyyyyyyyyyy
Who’s been dragging that chariot?
Memories disappear through my fingers
Every payday is like Jesus now.
I’m in the presence of greatness
Headphones in bed
Ambulance
All our kids are depressed
Quiet as a flex.
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Singing by the Sink
02:50
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I hear you singing by the sink
Looking out into the yard
Talking to yourself while you look through the fridge
Doors closing and opening
Voices muffled by the clothes in the closet.
What are you looking for?
Wind broke the windchime
Such an elegant
Piece of plastic
Displays of vanity
I love you
The yuppie smokers
Only come out at night
While they’re walking their dogs
Images of luxury.
A teenager cracks a beer in the woods
It echoes through your open door
A liquid drips from a plastic bag.
Performative emotion
I don’t need much.
I hear you singing by the sink
Looking out into the yard.
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I poured sugar in your shoes
So I could follow a trail of sweetness
I was driving to your house with
All the windows down and
The heat blasting.
You said those are old truths
This is a new truth and
We like it better that way.
But I’m an idiot
Collapsing in the street again
I pushed myself too far.
What do I do?
I got my spirit hooked on
A fishline bated with no reason why.
Tie me to the bed but
I want to sleep instead if
That’s all good with you
I heard applause coming in
From the streets ‘cause that’s what
People do when it feels true.
But I’m an idiot
Collapsing in your arms again
I pushed myself too far.
What do I do?
I got my spirit hooked on
A fishline bated with no reason why.
I poured sugar in your shoes.
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Chariots (Acoustic)
03:45
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All these chariots
Where the horses lay dead
And a fist
Where $30 should have been.
I was waiting for
Something to hold
Thought I heard a bird call.
The regional decade.
The lilies grow like weeds here.
But I love it when you make the bed,
The way you come out from underneath.
We got food for life.
We got trail of slug.
Hot sand to sooth my cold feet
Your grandma had such young teeth.
Wait, no
Cross over him again.
Or he might never grow.
Devil sits in the window
Water smacks on the floor below.
I wish that he would call me over
To feel the weight down at the end of his bed.
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11. |
Luna (Smashing Pumpkins)
03:42
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