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animal noises
05:23
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call me a paper doll, this year has cut and scattered me to pieces;
call me a time machine and i will bring you memories of spain;
talk to me of carousels and darling, i will whirl you round in circles,
call me an alien and i will know it's true, you know i am not
of your world,
there's not room for both of us in this town, i can be such a fair weather friend
oh and you refuse to be embarassed, hero, you're unwilling to pretend
but you throw your tender rope to me when cawing crows are
heckling round my bends - once again -
keep your eyes on your own paper, dear, lest your story get
shouted out again -
oh and history, forever will she be and man, we got a lot
lovingly carved into our bones, then left out on your roof to rot -
i don't know you, so don't call me names, it was never a choice
i've made a new home with the wolves and i'll make
my animal noises
she took me by surprise, since when have you been so averse to reason?
only a year ago her eyes were clear, it could be this just
hasn't been her season.
all our sighing spells and broken bells and cloying sick itineraries,
fuck them. i miss you for the longest time,
but letting go was the key to the kingdom..
so if you're looking for something everlasting, you can
get gone from my road.
'cause the fact remains: i'm not a princess, and you've
known for some time now that you are not a toad.
our mouths were nearly always overfull, and on some
hazy afternoons they overfowed..
oh and, history, forever will she breathe,
and man we got a lot. lovingly carved into our bones, then
left out on your roof to rot..
well, you don't know me, don't call me names, it was never a choice
i've found my true home with the wolves, and i'll make
my animal noises ©
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2. |
sea song
03:07
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we were a tangle of bodies on the deck of a ship where we
sailed around the world together,
the endless night sky was a magnifying glass, and our
hearts made a home for the ocean and each other
we befriended the ends of the earth with the soles of our shoes
and we swallowed the sunsets in silence, and we could see,
it was plain, i could give it a name, but i'd just mean that it was
supposed to be that way
the breath of the world sighed us together,
we folded and bloomed both for then and forever, your
castaway dreams rattled mine in my sleep and
all of you live in my dreamless and deep.
all of our words they were drumming the songs of the sea, they were
fathomless, wise, they were ancient and strange,
ten thousand years ago, but i still feel a beautiful ache in my chest
when i remember -
the breath of the world sighed us together
we folded and bloomed both for then and forever,
your castaway dreams rattled mine in my sleep,
and all of you live in my dreamless and deep.
these are times that can't be weather and
we have never been
back there since then ©
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3. |
restless things
04:00
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we made our way back to a place where hope was breath
and a beer or two, they could defuse a war
there was no need to agree upon intentions,
we just hopped into the car
and in a world that bright, and hot, and green
who could've believed in anything
but our blissful stillness in the middle of such
terrible speed
i stopped shaving, keeping up appearances,
you stopped knitting up your brow
we skinned our knees and did away with thanks and please but we
couldn't fathom how our wide-eyed winding worlds had wound us
into strangest companions on that moonstruck river road,
oh no one stopped to check the soil, some restless things just grow
all on their own
well we had time, well you know, at times, time was all we had
our distances fell flat to parallel horizons,
not quite happy, not quite sad.
oh, and grace is a slow walker, quiet hearts get hassled
into walls by thronging city streets,
oh darling
your planet held so steady inside the
bright white goodbye of our mother star
strange vignettes humming through my inner eye
the worlds i used to sleep inside
the darkness of your cluttered cave, your burrowing cat-like
contentment made my lower ribs ache ©
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4. |
birds and bees
03:51
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I can tell myself to rest,
you'll put your head on my chest
and we'll smell like sun, and taste like a long day done
and lately i have no qualms about sleep.
i meet you sometimes in the deep
where the roads are long, and our words - they play like songs.
set it on fire, throw it against a wall
you look at me, see a girl seeing nothing that
you see, at all, and
i think i know what it is that you miss
someone to hold and someone to kiss
but i'm not convinced that has anything to do with me.
butterflies are foreign things to me,
my stomach's full of vegetables and tea,
but my arms are strong, and our
half-love creeps along
set it on fire, throw it against a wall
you look at me, see a girl seeing nothing that
you see, at all, and
i think i know who it is that you miss
someone you held and someone you kissed
but i know she has nothing to do with me. ©
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5. |
narratives
05:27
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i wrote him a letter, i thought it might make things easier.
and i finished a novel, i thought it might make my story cohere.
we sped along northbound, past coastline, through dreamtime
watching the dusks roll in
cold lager at midnight on the shoulders of turnpikes
whistling a darkness tune
loners will fall to their knees in time
by chance or by choice or by cosmic rhyme
i knew we'd get along, oh my poison apple friend,
i just wasn't so all-set-to-go just then.
daniel: could you forgive me? maybe you already have.
and hannah: you know you can call me whenever you feel things
turning bad.
oh and mother: now don't you forget me, you know now that i've had
my troubles, too.
oh and father: come down from your castle, your body's grown weary
from all the miles passed beneath you.
oh and lovers will crawl on their knees in time
into a distance of their design
too soon, orange moon, you were my tangerine dream
i can't help but know exactly what you mean, when you're mean
i can't help but know EXACTLY what you mean, when you're mean -
i can't help but know exactly what you mean. ©
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6. |
aly
04:36
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if i've ever known deep love outside the arms of
family, outside the forever warmth of my childhood home, well you know,
it'd be you and me -
we've been laid bare.
it's taken some re-defining, re-alligning,
but we did it as a pair
and you believe in me all those months that i barely
felt like a person, when we drove to philadelphia to see my little sister
in the hospital
all lost and scared, yeah, it took forfeiting hunger
all our wondering in massachusetts air.
you have loved the worst of me
you've surveyed my darkest dreams
and all my sunken sceneries and heavy wings, oh,
but i can lay me down to rest and know that
you still think i'm the best, and that means everything.
we were warned in high school by our seussian hometown sage
that in order to know true beauty, deep life we'd have to bury ourselves
first. dense, dark and hurt we'd have to
grow back green and slow, aching toward the light from
underneath the dirt.
and we lived in the space that yawned between manhattan and the
breath of the berkshires, where we warred with hidden cavities
our bodies had so coveted before -
run tired and sore, it seemed that every holy hallway we walked down
there stood a demon at the door.
you have loved the worst of me
you've surveyed my darkest dreams
and all my sunken sceneries and heavy wings, oh,
but i can lay me down to rest and know that
you still think i'm the best, and that means everything.
so friend, when your vision begs to fade, you can
think on this tiny world you saved
and how she thanks her lucky stars -
know that you have the soul of a lighthouse,
you're a white knight in the
dark ©
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7. |
fucking grateful
02:08
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long walks float the hours by, the
water sighs its thickets breeze all
full of smoke and tired eyes our
drunken souls find full expression,
dawns that break with cups of tea and
writing, writing, pages three
we open channels, miss the train our
thunderstorms chant with the rain and i'm,
so fucking grateful
for the people
that i love.
floating tubes of bubble soap i'm
falling fast you throw the rope
winds around darkness like a gallows while
we wade, dream-like, in the shallows
can you fix my broken mind?
can you find what i can't find?
warmth like magma through the cracks of
shivering spines and smiling eyes and i'm
so fucking grateful
for the people
that i love.
and i've seen that my heart it waits for no one,
but you imbue my
fathoms deep my
hands and my
sunsets and my and
i'm so fucking grateful for the
people that
i love. ©
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8. |
matt on the fourth
03:55
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when you tell stories you ask nothing of me
you find all your words by yourself
and the way that you offer means nothing is taken from you
so we come out even
felt faint and weak from the salt and the caffeine
heat wave and beer on the fourth of july
i wanted to carry you into my bedroom
and lay with you 'till you felt better
and you know that i love you completely
though i'm clearly not sure what that means
told you your eyes were like the sun rising
unsentimentally told me one of your old
unsettling dreams ©
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9. |
hannah
05:43
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the bathroom is a wreck with all your clothes strewn on the floor
and your body is bent double with all the wondering what for, no
there's no room for working; only room for wanting more!
(your body tells its' tall tales from the mirror on the door)
cream on your face in daytime makes you sensitive to light.
when you're laughing with your feet up, darling, you sure seem alright
make a vapor of this lightness! can you hold it to you tight?
you feel like heavy metal days you didn't sleep last night
and one day you'll know - there's nothing so real on which to worry.
one day, some day, you'll see
and we've known, oh we've known from all the winters in this city
that you'd stand up like a fireplace on your own
that you could be your own hearth in your own home.
the marble countertops and wicker baskets tossed askew,
they're relics of a garden passed, before the things we knew,
this home has seen its angels pounding walls in empty rooms -
but easter's fast arriving, dear, the spring always comes through.
and one day you'll see how you've outlived your pity.
oh one day, some day, you'll see
and you've grown, oh girl, i've seen you grow although at
times it's felt so shitty, i've seen you reach up
like a ladder, bone by bone -
i saw you in the driveway praying all alone
and these days we know that in those pristine closets are
bones and rags and families just like ours
we grew ourselves out in the backyard
sticky pine floor forests and hauled our wicker baskets up to mars!
oh, nothing loved us better than those stars!
oh, nothing loved us better.. ©
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10. |
you don't like cats
03:29
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jamie's grandma brazenly appeared, a picture from her graduation
from the lifelong school of growing old and wise
our eating habits all tacked up alongside reasons why we suck
but love each other in the end, three sizes, shapes, and hurts to mend
amber, andy getting wed, there's someone down in tucson singing
rafa's out in oregon at the beach
there's matt's obligatory pun, annie thinks killing cats is fun
but robert redford thinks i'm great, he certified appreciate!
two cups flour, two cups tea, our baking notes say we've got lots of cum
from our party summer past when we danced in Irene
the voices of planned parenthood, we think we're doing what we should
can we tell all the cool kids that we named our wireless meowcat?
i wasn't here for julia and thimo, but that note's never gonna come down
because of the hilarious way julia said monkey (monkey!)
we ran the road down wild maine, from
massachussetts, just outside new york, we came
craigslist, clark university, they bore us out so strangely in the heights
you don't like cats, but i like you guys
a scary chicken fights grenades, rachel, annie, james cat the third
our lizards, turtles, little girls and bloody bunny-dogs
jamie's nostalg for the zambs, we've got language! we've got plans!
how opportune a network, say, can we watch some colbert today?
i wasn't here for julia and thimo, but that note's never gonna come down
because of the hilarious way julia said monkey (monkey!)
we ran the road down wild maine, from
massachussetts, just outside new york, we came
craigslist, clark university, they bore us out so strangely in the heights
you don't like cats, but i like you guys
just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly;
you don't like cats,
but i like you guys. ©
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11. |
jersey suburbs
03:12
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you went overseas for a while
i found other reasons to smile
and you stayed by our window pane
watching as we played below in the thunder and rain
tearing the ground from its' earthly chains
and
you went to new jersey for a while
and you walked with your aunt down the
kerosene miles
and the person i was
and the things that i knew are all
fading with grimace and grace
to the blue of a bruise ©
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12. |
river running
03:06
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when i walked across with devils legs, i wondered
i wondered if you knew
i wondered if you saw right through me
and
when i swam, i swam into that, river rocking
i wondered if you heard
that little yellow bird gone flying
you were safe to me-
you were safe to me,
safe to me..
when i spoke,
i spoke all of those words so callous,
i wondered if you felt
their roughness like a belt of leather,
and
when i climbed, i climbed onto those
bottom branches
i couldn't help but see
the bottom of the leaves
all rotted
you were safe to me -
you were safe to me..
safe to me. ©
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