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Leaf
02:07
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four weeks away from something you don’t wanna hear
by then it will be warmer. the leaves fell down late this year
is this a bad time? can we talk until my lungs give out?
i’m shutting off the wifi and i hid your phone under the couch
this isn’t what it looks like. i swear there’s something growing stronger here
i know i’m a little behind on what i wanted to get done this year
found a secret way to never get my feelings hurt
found a sticker yesterday with a leaf on it
found a place to hide out where your boss can’t tell you to sweep the floors
i heard it was nice there but you can’t have guests up anymore
maybe there’s a reason why she doesn’t work here anymore
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knots on the calendar, the days are short enough
they will come after us, i hope you’ll feel enough
i’m waiting for your call
days on the calendar, i admit i’ve found it hard
not more than usual but it’s usually not so hard to relay all my thoughts
what hobbies have you found? i’ve been mailing paper planes to every sitting u.s. senator to see how many hit my window
so far all i’ve found is a new space under the couch where
a brand new kind of space where
a whole new kind of space is
tall man in a hotel window, hat in his hand and a mint on his pillow
called the cops ‘cause he’s feeling sad
told him there’s a bike that he could borrow
on the surface it’s a placid river, but underneath there is a swirling current
got a friend who said he died in there. got another friend who said he’s gonna try to
fat man on the kitchen floor, fat piece of shit in a blue recliner
but that’s okay because it’s nice outside. i found a tree that i can write to
hey, sam, i hope you’re doing okay
hey, syd, i never got your letter
hey, mom, i won’t be home this christmas
i’ll write a song that you can cry to
on the surface it’s a swimming pool, but underneath there is a hole to hide in
got a friend who said he died in there. got another friend who said he’s gonna try to
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April 25
05:05
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no matter what happens for the rest of this year
we’ll celebrate your birthday
your present’s in the mail, don’t think it’ll get here in time for me to hide it where you couldn’t see
i don’t feel much like drinking but if you want to i’ll go out, order snacks and have a sandwich while you finish your beer
it’s enough to be around you after this fucked-up kind of year and celebrate your birthday
the wishing well froze over, all that’s left there was the couch, which sort of needs replacing since the cats all clawed it out
by now it should be different, the night bull should be almost here, but maybe he’s decided to skip us this year
it’s not how i would’ve wrote it, nothing happens, nobody goes,
no one’s starving in the alley or hanging on the giant’s toes
even if we have to wait a hundred years we’ll celebrate your birthday
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4. |
First Time
01:44
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on the seventeenth
how long has it been since we spoke?
hope that someone calls to make sure that your power’s still on
got a tambourine
the skin on my hands will be raw before this is done
i’m just checking in, making sure you didn’t leave the water on
on your knees praying to your god on a facebook call
it could be worse. someone’s gotta drive the trucks through the snow.
i’m listening but that doesn’t mean i understand
i’m just checking in to make sure that your window’s closed
this is the first time the ever-spinning wheel has stopped cold
i just realized i might not make it home before you die
you are sure-eyed
will the veins along your hands stop bleeding?
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5. |
Wild Rose
04:17
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wild rose in the heather
i didn’t ask if i could take your sweater before i left with it on
wild parliaments around you
some winter loneliness surrounds you
your friends are far but they’re not dead
i can see the map with different shading
pictures all over the table
each one from a different time
while the months turn into days i
practice tracing over pages so i’ll always know how
she simply had to suffer
she simply had to cry
her hands were calloused leather
while i wasted my december pushing blocks and pulling levers
they stole a billion bucks from you
the wilderness that i got caught in
diana in a giant’s locket
her fingerprints on the inside
i can see the ground so subtly shaking
they’re running all over the table, leaving tracks for you to find
wild rose in the heather
didn’t ask if i could take your sweater before i put it on
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got me pacing like a tightrope walker
always looking up at a critical moment
fall under until we think there’s a warning
i lean forward
you, on the other hand, are safe behind a wall
looking over, watching for the drop
and all at once and all that I had
you’d say that
i began my perilous climb
over mountain sides
over burning bridges for delight of thousands of fans miles away
and there’s you looking and waiting for a stray wind to catch when i’m not quite ready for the balancing act
safely waiting for the fall
promise to call if you’re in danger
feeling lost and found
takes a lot to feel your feet on the ground
it’s a lot of trouble when you’re high like that
like an old flame, or a late march snow
forcing you open then it pushes you closed
it takes a lot of muscle to get by like that
like a creature out of habit
i don’t want to fight it
like a stranger in these dark times
wouldn’t help a bit for stocks to rise
it takes a lot of money to get high like that
tough guy, out of my body
out through the window like a passing sound
you find it at the height of falling and it crawls back down
getting lost in the heat of it all
never wanted to remember it all
it could happen to you like it happened to me
spent a long time calling and it wasn’t received
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System of One
04:28
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supper of asking, we drink out from passing
it’s right here - i paid for it daily and found
high, high on the mountain
heaven forget me
you said yourself there that what is light but to see how far down
it’s all about grand gestures, hallucinations, last resort calculations
socially foreign, forget the past
nobody knows me, I like it like that
i like you to myself, no one waiting, always growing, never sated
i live alone. no one’s waiting for me at the door
i live alone, i’m from a small town
reality’s cracked, it’s no sweat off my back
i love the ocean
you get what you came for
nobody’s asking face down on the table
look at the moon
so relaxing
look how far away
feel the space passing
caught by the weeds
i play the long game
looking for nobody system of one
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8. |
Mr. Settled Score
06:26
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though i know i might as well whisper in your ear
all the good that it’ll do
the banks are bankrupt, the fog is lifted
blue dogs don’t care to cry at the moon
hey mr. all around us
i’m leaving after dark
a bridge worth burning isn’t worth carrying away
hope someone’s cleaning up
voting to take care of us
can’t remember how we got here
hey mr. holding onto us
wait just a minute
someone should answer for the dead carried away
you’re saying that it’s not your fault while clusterbombing iowa
can’t remember how this started anyway
hey mr. settled score
i can’t see nothing anymore
it’s twelve o’clock while you sleepwalk away
how come every time we go to war and march downtown against the war, the people on the other side keep dying anyway
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9. |
Midwestern Home
04:33
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the striker bears down on the goal
the train goes by without the cord
tidal waves wash on the shore
they can’t touch my midwestern home
i found god, he let me go
back to my midwestern home
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10. |
Clair De Lune
06:43
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