1. |
Up in the Air pt. 1
03:05
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the cherry blossoms had just begun to bloom
when she told me “i just need more time”
she tried her best to forget the last six weeks
and tried her hardest to forgive the last six months
she tried
she packed it in a suitcase in her mind and forgot
and when she took it out again in a few years
nothing seemed strange, but everything changed
who cares
it’s just another up in the air
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2. |
Mecca
00:15
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3. |
Seminole Pratt Whitney
06:24
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five minutes left and now i wish
that i’d averted course to cavendish
i hear it’s nice this time of year
with all its chinook winds and grievances expressed
sterling you scared me half to death
the heaving in your chest prevents a breath
from getting out, you look down out of fear
and all along i thought it was for us
the rolling blunderbuss
and so we run to the sun
to leave this behind
the light protects you from the shade
the sheets curl in the bed you’ve always made
a little warmer with the presence of your
beating heart and stationary veins
we drank our strain in paper cups
decided that we weren’t worth the fuss
but i know you see the beauty ‘neath debris
this beauty needs to breathe
and so we run to the sun
to leave this behind
white moon, white sky, white house on the water
poolside, lakefront, ocean view, it’s all there
sighs in silence size us smaller now
white moon, white house, white sky all around
grey moon, white house, blue sky, blue water
sleep soon, don’t call, don’t bother
worries of a waiting wolf replaced
with loneliness and a pale horse’s face
and so we run to the sun
to leave this behind
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4. |
Anna Says
04:48
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cool breeze and a subtle glance
anna says she wrote the book
her friends told me where to look
to find another chance
candor with a femme mystique
anna came another eve
said she would soon have to leave
i was happy just to hear her speak
first gen from a broken home
anna circumvents clichés of
upper-middle class malaise
she likes to be (left) alone
too strong and a bit too soon
anna wants a law degree
says we can’t all be lou reed
calls me bud and goes back to her room
crimson and a hint of jade
weeks go by but anna stays
and occupies my head for days
which otherwise are empty, pale, and staid
autumn and a love resigned
meanwhile, anna, quite the catch
for boys who take what they can latch
has caught the urge and found what she could find
small talk as a backup plan
anna never looked so good
said she was in the neighborhood
i tell her next time ring me in advance
silence and a faint surprise
anna looks to me upset
i ask her what, did she forget
the way she used to give me lover’s eyes
nightfall on a wounded dove
anna turned the other way
crossed her legs as if to say
“you’re not entitled to the ones you love”
cold wind, soaked to the bone
sitting waiting for the train
i thought anna said it wouldn’t rain
but what did she (i) ever know
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5. |
Up in the Air pt. 2
03:40
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6. |
Mono No Aware
00:55
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johnson city, hold me tightly
moons may change me
boston, philly, while you were sleeping
dawn is now
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8. |
The Rollerblade Song
03:57
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if we only had today, i know exactly what i’d say
if i wrote it all, it wouldn’t be enough for your love
and if the skies were grey not blue, you’d have to sing to their hearts too
i know your voice could carry all the way, just not today
the weather’s good, the weather’s bad
the weather goes and makes you sad
the summer flowers bursting into bloom are coming soon
‘cause even though sometimes it snows
it’s only to make way, god knows
for better times and places yet to be away from me
let’s just watch the colors fade away
drift into an optimistic state
there’s barely time to breathe and none to hate
we just want to rollerblade someday
while you’re off and on your own and oh so very far from home
if it’s not too much trouble, write to me, please write to me
oh, promise me that you’ll be true, oh darling i’m in love with you
if i could go with you, you know i would
let’s just watch the colors fade away
drift into an optimistic state
there’s barely time to breathe and none to hate
we just want to rollerblade someday
and since the skies are grey not blue, and they’re my only path to you
i guess i’ll have to wait a little while for your smile
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