1. |
Songs You Wrote
02:57
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what's one name you're thinking about when you're playing that guitar?
i'm thinking bout the way we sang folk in your old car
whats one thing that you think about when you hear my name?
I'm thinkin' 'bout that american dream and what its done to me
you’re praying to those false idols
you’re playing with your new wealth
but you wont praise in public
and the god you know is gone
the songs you know are gone
the songs you wrote are gone
what would it take to tell me something i don’t know?
i'd rather live in black and white than keep on lying to you
call me up, if you lucky you might get the machine
i'd rather talk to nothin than what I now believe
you’re Praying to those
false idols
you’re playing with your
new wealth
but you wont praise in public
and the god you know is gone
the songs you know are gone
the songs you wrote are gone
the songs you wrote are gone
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2. |
Lakes
03:13
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upon this shore laps a tired tongue
who holds and bores those who like to love
all who adore it are aching songs
of mothers chores and a home that's been wronged
would lakes swell for my death as I cry for theirs
would they care to console my body for years
Pretend im mother, don't know what to say
Possessed by notions of “someone must pay”
finding power to purpose my pain
expecting love kills me just the same
would lakes swell for my death as I cry for theirs
would they care to console my body for years
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3. |
Blue Baby
04:09
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Late july is early winter
Hiding from superior
Lost a dove between my fingers
Saw it die and took a picture
Tore your hands to take a splinter
Slept instead of kissing her
Pink lady , take your time
Blue baby , never mine
Frozen blossoms feel like sin
Losing faith in michigan
A fish i caught last year had kids
Too afraid for falling in
Dove into the lake they’re made in
I knew we could never win
Pink lady , take your time
Blue baby , never mine
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4. |
Maybe
03:50
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there's a clock inside my head
it's words within it's chimes
an existential crisis ain’t enough to write about
maybe I’m debris
flying from your chopping block
nothing can save me
from falling to your roots
maybe
i need some inspiration
maybe
i need some luck
there’s a timer left for me
ticking through what’s mine
waiting for it to
cease and let me through
if there’s something really happening
i swear it ain’t my fault
and if it was
i’d tell my god its not
maybe
i need some inspiration
maybe some luck
i need some medication
maybe
some love
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5. |
Snake
03:48
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i want to sleep
rain in my room
i want to be
all the words i use
don't look back
as they said
as they say
i don't say
anything
i don't pray
i don't sing
anymore
and to love
what a bore
i'm cocooning dreams
stuck on everything
repeat to myself please
don’t wake up for me
don't lose track
as they said
as they say
i can't break
i'm so blue
i'm so great
i can't take
anymore
and to love
me what for
don't go back
as they said
as they say
It's too late
i'm a risk
i'm too real
i'm a snake
after all
they won't call
love is all
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6. |
Letter
04:15
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my last silver dollar
spent to send you a letter
it held yours and felt my wounds
bled my words and hoped you’d heal them
in your hands, my answers
wrapped around your wrists
i’ll eclipse, a mirror i missed
cut my tongue, on a murmur undone
rest on my plea, love
“Come home to where we held to”
tend to my kiss now
burden me by hurting
release my words and
make me new
i’ll eclipse, a mirror i missed
cut my love, on a murmur undone
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7. |
Lucky Few
03:35
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well if this song is my lastd
Ii think I wrote it far too sad
i'll sing your words to me
of sunny days and apple trees
ooo
happy for you, lucky few
happy for you, lucky few
overheard songs not for me
in a plane over galilee
broke my neck to hear you sing
snapped my strings to see the king
ooo
happy for you , lucky few
lucky few
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8. |
Take These Papers
03:26
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it's alright i didn’t want it
take these papers and burn em, burn for me
it doesn’t mean much to work
when its not workin for me
i couldn’t tell you why it matters
rather live lonely without water
i’d rather live in the depths of hell
sell my soul to the resident
take this letter I sent
strike my words from what it said
i don’t want your money
i want my name for myself
eat at all we’ve earned
only worth as We
take without return
no more earth for free
i don’t believe your words, more than
i don’t exist as me
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9. |
To Leave
03:11
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almost dressed
moms impressed
she’s Trying to sleep, won’t hold me
baby’s stored
in body’s drawer
dissolving to dreams, I can’t relieve
growing old sold she
losing bold bored he
dulling sword
for Dying bird
and water too deep, starving feet
mind re-rots
to tighten knots
torn from new teeth, born to leave
growing old sold she
losing bold bored he
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