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Upstate
02:13
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Tried to make you see
Stalled out on the BQE
Everyone’s so crazy in this town
Followed you upstate
Miss Prom Queen 1988
You really got a grip on me now
I found a flyer on a lamppost with my face on it
We were living like two ghosts out here where town gets thin
Lost in the undertow and don’t know how to swim
Everyone’s obscene
They’ll tell you what the future means
But they will only love you when you’re gone
Tell me something nice
Give me lots of bad advice
We can only hide here for so long
I found a flyer on a lamppost with my face on it
We were living like two ghosts out here where town gets thin
Lost in the undertow and don’t know how to swim
Take some time to heal
Cast your line where the water’s still
No one is afraid for you to change
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City of Bridges
04:01
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We sailed like kites down ink black streets
We kept the lights off
Like wine-dark sharks
We’re out for blood
Boy Scout blue and Girl Scout green
You see right through me
You threw me
Can’t tell you anything
We saw the sun come rising through the trees
Around the bend we beelined it
Resigned to this
I told the cop we were on our honeymoon
We laughed for miles
Across state lines
And East Ohio
Build the bridges taller so we think
We see the sea descending
We’re ending
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3. |
Slow Season
03:50
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Must have been a rainy spring
Because the pears are raining on everything
It’s hard to think back that far
When we’re putting pears into canning jars
This morning I sat outside all alone
Felt the first chill of winter seep deep in my bones
And then everything died at once
This garden’s a graveyard for the next five months
But the bloom’s not off our love
This winter I know who I’ll be keeping warm
We’ll build an igloo in New York
The cats are playing hard to get
Flinging themselves over the neighbor’s fence
We wonder what they’re hiding from
And how their tiny hearts keep pumping blood
Back in the vacuum our hearts are assuaged
By the rust in the dust and the patterns it makes
They won’t get far
The universe revolves around our backyard
And before this autumn falls
We’ve got some big decisions to ignore
We mean to sleep on everything
And the bloom’s not off our love
This winter I know who I’ll be keeping warm
We’ll build an igloo in New York
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Trad Atonal
03:17
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The car’s gone far enough
Dead spots on the radio
In the poetry olympics
You’re the only one who’s listening
Close enough
to be an honest judge
You said something about guardrails
There’ll be time enough to argue
when we’re there
Megachurches rise like foxgloves in the irrigated dust
We’re the true believers
I drank a bit too much
By the time we get to Venus
I’ll be ready for my screen test
Hold me up
The only way to catch mosquitos is to let them catch you first
Just be still and breathe in
Megachurches rise like foxgloves in the irrigated dust
We’re the true believers
No one here believes us
I devour you
You devour me
Like two black holes
Without a sense of urgency
The jokes gone far enough
I’ll show you where your timing’s off
You remind me of a person
That I used to be before I
Fucked it up
The only way to catch mosquitos is to let them catch you first
Just be still and breathe in
Megachurches rise like foxgloves in the irrigated dust
We’re the true believers
But no one here believes us
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5. |
Truces
03:02
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We should renegotiate our truces
In the morning light I see
New lines across our faces
Old records on repeat
We should take a turn around the pasture
Find a fence to mend
We’ll let the fields lie fallow
Have the grace to sleep on them
We go by hook and ladder
Just above everyone we love
At least we have each other
I guess love is just a law of averages
We knew what we wanted
A quilt against the cold
What doesn’t drown you makes you taller
What doesn’t kill you makes you old
We sleep with one eye open
Time is hell we just become ourselves
At least we have each other
Love is just a law of averages
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6. |
Break + Burn
04:30
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I don’t know why you try to forget my gift of love
Because it burns it like a sun
And everything reeks of fumes
When it shines on you
I don’t see no reason for to break and for to burn
But where the story goes
I can’t be so sure anymore
I’m not so sure
I could have killed you
But the corduroy gave me away
The corridor sang
Clear as canaries you knew I was coming
When I get there
Come up for air
Curl up inside of me
Curl up inside of me
It’s always the best swimmers who drown
And you want to break
And you want to burn
You’re checking your watch
You’re tired of waiting to wake up
You already want it to happen
You already want it to happen
But I’ve got my hands in your hair
You already want it to happen
You already want it to happen
‘Cause I won’t be what you want from me
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Metronome
03:52
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You were reading Dharma Bums
At least pretending to
We weigh about as much light as empty envelopes
The speed made us weightless
The underground went back under the ground
I hope they let us stay there
Floating through a Boston fog
I always say your name
Your face lit up like a driving range at night
Lit up like a prison in the desert
At the edges
I’m not going anywhere with you
I’m not going anywhere without you
Your heart beats like a metronome
I would rather be alone than hurt you
We never learn
The better bridge to burn
Your best worst case scenario is me
But we’re afraid of a memory
Tiny hearts are sparrow fed
The words are barely there
What if I made you hear this with your hands
Or as music?
I’m not going anywhere with you
I’m not going anywhere without you
Your heart’s a metronome
And I would rather be alone than hurt you
We never learn
The better bridge to burn
My worst best case scenario is you
It all looks worse in the rear view
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Redbeards
03:43
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Redbeards waking up and first things first
Every morning wash tequila off in the fresh water surf
We’re on our way to work
Richard’s face has fallen off a cliff
Takes a lot of cocaine courage to
Feel natural in his skin
My friends all shake their heads
They wonder why I’m playing with these guys
All bad poetry aside
It’s nice to have a little life before you die
And it could end tonight
Driving through the falling snow
Free jazz on the stereo
We might not make soundcheck but we never miss a show
The prairie ends, the city lights begin
Every night on stage I knock on wood
If you aren’t as high as us it doesn’t sound as good
We killed last night, no witnesses in sight
No good motives are ascribed
To boys in bands they always have bad appetites
We’re not wicked in our bones
We’re just five boys who want to be the Rolling Stones
All bad poetry aside
It’s nice to have a little life before you die
Redbeards at the airport running late
Better finish off the blow before we fly to Spain
Let’s have a drink, there’s always another plane
We’ll have a laugh
Enjoy it while it lasts
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9. |
Deep Tracks
01:48
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A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place;
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
A worn-out place;
beneath her hand
The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space—
however small —
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
However small —
Things shouldn’t
be so hard.
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10. |
Drunk Violins
03:21
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Nighttime begins and I’m lonely again and
The nurse pours another two fingers of gin
We were so sure we were slurring our words
Placing bets on which beds we’d sleep in
Stuck in my skin I could use some new friends ‘cause
My old ones all drank the poison
Sneaking around I write everything down
i'm a terrible spy cause I hate what I’ve found
It’s hard to sleep with the sun in our eyes
Things break down by design
She’s a carousel out of control
I’m a parallel line
She's just a ghost to me mostly memory
A footprint in falling snow
I’m still taking her cues and waiting for news
To make its way back to my barstool
Drunk violins in the alley again
They’re crying ‘cause the night has to end
Some nights I guess I can only say yes
Yes to my friends and yes to my enemies
It’s hard to sleep with the sun in our eyes
Things break down by design
She’s a carousel out of control
I’m a parallel line
On a steady decline
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11. |
Ruins
03:03
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I’m already here
I’m outside and
You can feel me in the air
Take your time
I’m beside myself
But I can wait for years
The car comes to life
With some reluctance
And we should keep good company
We’re driving alongside of a train
We’ll keep up for awhile
Time ramps up
You should keep your eye on
A fixed point in the past
You looked up
You said maybe this is heaven
Before the weather passed
Rule of thumb is
You walk down to ruins
The rain beats down
Steady as a drum
I catch your eyes flash in the mirror
The summer’s already done
A black country night
In the company of me
And your favorite song
For your whole life
You love people and
You never really know
Who they are
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12. |
Yr Sunburn
04:22
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Waking up to no dreams
Pour yourself in old jeans
Like water in a bowl
Lighting up the suburbs
Your psychedelic sunburn
Surrounds you like a glow
You miss your brother
He’ll be back this summer
Then you’ll hate him once again
Every night’s a black hole
And your friends are assholes
You should just read a book but you want to belong you want to belong so much
You don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
How to sleep anymore
You’ve got means and knowledge
You should go to college
So far you’ll have to fly
Take it up with your teacher
He’s a pair of sneakers
He’s a Yankees cap and tie
But you don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
How to talk anymore
Ever get the feeling
That you’re out of season?
Can’t remember what you’re on
Here’s a tip to remember
Throw your phone in the blender
And step into the sun
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