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How Perfect
04:42
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Whenever
I wake up to the sound of morbid meditations
Repeating themselves
In my head
I remember
All the days that I said that same mantra of death and I went back to bed
Often I find my thoughts linger on my mind on the concrete
Oh how sweet it would be to see some kind of end
Perhaps I should amend that
How sweet it would be to wake up and have you near to me
How sweet it would be to wake up and know that your dear to me and I to you
Every person
That was ever so precious to me is now precious to someone else
How perfect
It is that love is not a zero sum game
It keeps changing, transforming
Never destroyed
Often I find my thoughts linger on my mind on the concrete
Oh how sweet it would be to see some kind of end
Perhaps I should amend that
How sweet it would be to wake up and have you near to me
How sweet it would be to wake up and know that your dear to me and I to you
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2. |
Perfume
04:36
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I've got the time
But I think we should wait a while
She's been on my mind
And for a while there, all that was
Was her and then me
And now it's just me
It's not that I don't like having fun
It's just that it all feels like a novelty
And I'm not looking for a one
It's just that for a while there, all that was
Was her and then me
And now it's just me
I was hopelessly dreaming of someone to make me feel grown
Don't want to admit that
I was looking for someone to come home to
And now you're the only thing in my life
How's it that you're the only thing in my life
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3. |
Out the Door
03:35
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If you think that I’ll be fooled by you
That you’d glue my love down while I slept
Than I guess you didn’t know that much about me
I’m a sprite I’m a spirit I’m a blown open door
I’m the wind that sings sweetly while you lie on the floor
Light one for me as I walk out the door
I’m sure you thought you knew my luck in love was poor
Bet you thought I hadn’t been here before and you’d coax my brain against
But I’m no mark, I’m a killer, I’m a damage report
I’m a spry smoke screen glider, not a knight on a board
Light one for me as I walk out the door
Lovin in the same bed as me
Laughing because you know your loves free
I wish I could be with someone that free
Like dream where your twisted round the form of the one who could
Lift you above the cliffs like the ones at torrie pines
If you change mind you know where I’ll be
Ladida
That’s something, that’s something
I know what you wanted
To be something to someone
To know that your wanted
But in life and in sex and in selling guitars
Just cuz you want it don’t mean you want ours
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4. |
Moving In or Moving Out
04:02
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I was looking out my window
When I saw her pull the blinds back
Pull her hair back with her back to the man I knew
Are you moving in or moving out
So I walked out
feeling locked out of my obvious route
Chasing clout like a mean dog with cocaine in his snout
Dreaming of a world with no pain and it’s now
Are you moving in or moving out
The light told me the light showed me life
The night showed me
Didn’t have to be lonely if I wasn’t wanting to
I’m wanting you, I’m wanting to
Be placed into a place with you
Communicate with space
Are you moving in or moving out
Friday morning
I woke up mourning
hopes lost in California
I guess I should have warned ya
but by Saturday evening
my lungs were burning
Sunday woke up needing ya
Woke up without learning that by
Monday morning
you’d be gone without warning
Out living like a horseman
Are you moving in or moving out
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A little too far in the middle to draw a
blank claim to the strange ways we place our faith in
Bodies that glisten, listen to the kissin and moan
It’s been a long way up
From ditching our jackets in the cold
It’s been a long way up
From all the selfish lies I told
You know me
At least you did, once
//
if you want it right now
we can do it in the back
I'm the imp king
The imp king of trash mountain
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6. |
Madison
03:09
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Madison
You’re the only one I respect in this world
And I haven’t been
The most reliable friend
Since I moved here
But I’m letting go of all my fear
I’m the crow and you’re the deer
Heaven sent
Is what I would have said about all the times I’m seeing you
But that came and went
and now I’m trying to look like
anyone else
But I’m letting go of all my fear
I’m the crow and you’re the deer
How'd it all get so fuzzy?
Don't you think that it's funny?
That we never can see clearly when we're sober
I never can quite tell just when it's over
I think it's over
Madison
I've confessed for all my sins
And it's near the end
But think of all the places
That we've never been
And I’m letting go of all my fear
I’m the crow and you’re the deer
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7. |
Birthday Song
04:40
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Do you think the songs that birds sing
Are new songs? A new thing?
No they’ve seen a thousand suns
Reached a thousand ears
I bought ink from a thousand miles away
I have to mean all the words that I say and don’t say
Color in the sketches
Changing my past untangling hexes
Oh to be young and
falling over all of my words
Tripping thoughts out on my tongue
Oh to be young and falling in love
in a new, old kind of way
Oh to be sons and daughters
Of clothed beasts filled with reservations and shame
I don’t have the time to waste
I’m aced on fireworks of
All that things, that I feel near you
Falling down
a sewage grate
What a great calling
All the cows are called in
What a great mate to call a friend
Sitting in the rain on a February day
And the hills are green and the sky is gray
And I still thought I had just lost god’s grace
but I breathe into every word
I breathe into every smile
I feel so alive, I think I could die and I’d be fine
I think I could die and I’d be fine
I was born today
Nineteen years ago today
Think I could die and I’d be fine
Oh to be free, like water, like air
Darling, I know you
I owe you
I’m falling
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Lane, it took you months to decide
That you were too proud for suicide
It helps that you’ve got nothing to show for yourself
It helps that you’ve yet to prove yourself
Sue, I always wanted to be desired
By you, but oh you were always so tired
Ants, climbing through the windows
Ants, in my head, in my bed, and in all my clothes
Joan, my baby, my flower
Would you meet me alone?
When I get out of the shower
(3/4)
Celia’s
Not much of
A friend
Would you please just
Lay your body down in the grass
Lose yourself in your past
I can’t believe/what you used to say to me
I can’t believe/what you used to say to me
I can’t believe/what you used to say to me
I can’t believe/what you used to say to me
Lane and Sue
Joan and Celia
Celia, Celia too
When I called ya
From first avenue
I was so upset, I was soaking wet
And I told ya
I didn’t wanna love you anymore
and I told ya
I didn’t wanna love you anymore
I want you to call me
To tell me you want me around
I’m wanting to go
To walk all those blocks in the snow
Just to tell ya
That I don’t need any more pills
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9. |
ESP
01:20
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I was waiting on the day
When you'd walk my way
I was waiting on the day
When you'd take me away
I was sitting neath the tree
Thinking bout your ESP
Now I'm thinking about me
And my life's debris
Now I'm waiting on the day
When April becomes may
Yeah, I'm waiting on the day
When I don't know your name
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10. |
Needle/
03:24
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Telling everyone that you love that you love them
Knowing you might never get the chance to say it again
Lightning strikes, the sky gets bright
But everything is silent
Moments later the whole world shakes and it
All comes pouring out
Comes pouring out
Comes pouring out
Comes pouring out
Comes pouring
Out of my head
There are so many things that I have said
That left me writhing, grinding my teeth in bed
So many people that could still be my friends
out of my head
How often have I uttered that I’d rather be
dead
Enough to carve it in my skin and leave my whole body red
Enough to still try thinking about you instead
Needle, needle
Needle and thread
Needle, needle
Needle and thread
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11. |
/Thread
05:07
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Needle and thread
I used think that I’d rather be dead
Sometimes I still do
But then I think oh what’s the use
Cuz when then sun’s out
And that song rings out oh I know
Everything is fine mostly
Sunday blues
I think I got a cure for you
Sunday greens
Oh but now that Monday, he is oh so mean
But when then sun’s out
And that song rings out oh I know
Everything is fine mostly
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12. |
Copkillers
04:40
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She said I’m alive in my marrow
But I don’t feel it when I’m with you
So they left that night, he took his arrows
And pressed his ear to the window
To reverberate the thoughts away
A drunken night, a lovers quarrel
A winding drive through laurel canyon
With stinging red, blurry blue eyes
A brothers bond, a golden meadow
That breeds anger and pride
Enough to cause the one to cut the other down to feel defined
Cop killers, free wheelers
Night tremors, it goes on and on, on and on
I heard a story about a wounded hummingbird
That listened to the music
And found that it soothed it
But life is fragile
When it was crushed no one knew it
How they used it and abused it
Cop killers, free wheelers
Night tremors, it goes on and on, on and on
Once and a while
it all feels settled
Like your life has an orbit
And on the right night, Pluto’s in the sky
Haligh, a lie
And hallelujah
Life’s impermanent, life is to die
Cop killers, free wheelers
Night tremors, it goes on and on, on and on
It goes on and on
It goes on and on
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Planted cigarette butts in the earth hoped they’d grow back as flowers
And I waited for you all alone in the grass there for hours
You were there I think you’d remember
You didn’t share much but know that it mattered to you
Long haired, wild eyed, tree kids, penthophiles, reconcile when you were a child
My body feels hollow and cold like I’m just made of plaster
And I keep thinking of things to make the days go faster
If I could I’d fall asleep and wake up five years after
In my dreams things seem to turn out naturally
Long haired, wild eyed, tree kids, penthophiles, reconcile when you were a child
As Jacob’s last hours drew nearer
Unknowingly, I found myself lost in the mirror
But like tall, dark clouds roll over the valley
The shadow of his death settled all around me
Love is blind
Love is blind
Love stands outside of time
Love is blind
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14. |
That Name
05:10
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I want to know why you won’t let me near you
Feels like I pass right through you
When I go to touch your arm
Never meant to do such harm to each other
Spose that’s life and lesson learned
I’m on the phone a lot less than I used to
Used to think I owed my life to
Your love and T-moblie
I think I want to lose my phone
And walk away from all my loans
Move to Vermont and buy a home
Maybe If I left all these people I’d feel less alone
All these people make me feel alone
Don’t you call me that call me that call me that name
Don’t you call me that call me that call me that name
It’d be a shame if you did and it’s a shame that you couldn’t
I’m ashamed of myself and that’s all there is to it It’s and shame
Don’t call me that name
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15. |
I Have No Songs
04:35
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I have no songs to sing
No words that ring out and grab me
I have no love to speak of
Nobody I think of that
Knows me as I am
Hey well I understand
I often fail to put my finger on it
Just what makes me
Hide in my room
Is it safe to assume
That I walked right into my every foley
Oh Polly’s a doll
but she makes me feel so small
Like she’s the only one at all who sees right through me
Instrumental
Out on the porch
Hear the trash trucks as they roar
And the boys on the force block the subway
I’m thinking bout you
But ot a you that I ever knew
just a picture of a life where you
Know me as I am
Hey well I understand it
I often fail to put my finger on it
Just what makes me
Run like there’s guns after
Give myself lung cancer
Prance around manic
As the panic sinks in
Is it really just me
But It’s a new day
I lift my head
I find my hope
In things both living and dead
I have no songs, I have no songs, I have no songs to sing
That know something about the things that I’ve now seen
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