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they are coming back to you
into the wild and free
separate only seems
safer until the seas rise to meet
trapped in an empty room
wrapped in a velvet tomb
facing impending doom spitefully
i look your way
(what’s she gonna say when the colors fade, she goes)
for consideration
you take your aim
and enter like a welcome guest, no memory left unrepressed
make a plan and see it through
fake it like you never knew
the cars on second avenue
remind us what we’d never do
until somebody breaks the rule
they are coming back to you
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Sweet Team
03:49
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you wanted peace of mind
you had yourself to find
the stars realigned
we weren't far behind
i wore the backwards hat
you did the stop and chat
what should i make of that?
ten thousand reasons flat
we could be a sweet team as a matter of fact
not one and two, but everywhere with you alone
you try to go again, it’s only
the sweet taste of another mistake
i couldn't last alone
you were the first to know
in search of sweet FA
that you refuse to say
darling we go together like the spring into summer
love one another as a rule
now i can't imagine anyone else beside me
but i'm still happy to play the fool
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Parade
05:29
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you sold the rhinestones on the carpet to the pauper down the hall
we joked he’s not much of an archivist; he’ll probably hawk it all
you balked at seven sorry urchins with their back against the wall
taking up the street (warm november heat)
at brunch you nearly were accosted by a maniac in rags
no need for lawsuits, it’s a good thing that you never carry cash
thank mister officer for being there in 30 seconds flat
carry on your way (this historic day)
she takes him out dancing the best that she can
he sambas in sambas from depop japan
a stint on the congas, then back to the monster she made
they’re going down to the parade
movers and shakers with six figure paychecks
standing salute while the suits take the stages
the naysayers cast out by souped-up explorers
i'll weave through the masses and drown out the horrors
just to get a better view
maybe i’ll get a better view
no place for candids like the middle of a civil warring state
you show up early to ensure you run no risk of staying late
it’s detrimental, all those anarchists who only seek to hate
crossing yellow lines (tearing down our signs)
rack up the tonys uta hagen, soaking up the atmosphere
name dropping neighborhoods you only know for having cheaper beer
why can’t we all just get along? there’s plenty city left to share
striking every nerve (it's what we deserve)
she calls for an uber who won't get a tip
just think of the stories we'll have for our kids
get home lock your doors, for the battle outside has begun
it's gonna rain on everyone
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Rudy's
03:13
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you, waiting for the shoe to drop
keeping everyone on top
waiting for the rain
you said, “life is just a lemon drop
strawberry and sugar top”
quiet through the pain
meet me at rudy’s, i’m a thing of the past
you see right through me, and i’m finished at last
it’s all i can do to keep the visions in the west
we drive hours to a little lake
meeting with the garden snakes
seeing what they know
the sun shining with her back to you
early in the afternoon
another for the road
meet me at rudy’s, i’m the king of the class
bleeding profusely in the middle of mass
it's all i can do, i know it’s better not to ask
(and they can’t hear what you’re saying)
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Outside
01:44
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she wanna look at it all
outside
see the leaves, see the trees
see the green, see the coming attractions
outside
see the budding gifts of time
painted on your window with a flash of calefaction
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Peach Pit
04:16
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where could i go, who could i be
what will you tell the others waiting for me
who should i thank, who should i see
what will i find on the other side and just out of reach
but for you
connecting cables in blue
one good thing tables it all
summery sky, flowering tree
as if by chance, upon the highest branch, a ripening peach
but for you
taste every bit of it
don't act so innocent
get to the pit of it all
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Buddy
04:04
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he said surely, they can’t resist
she departed, taking a trip
please say party more than commit
me and buddy faking to bits
keep it guarded, don’t let it slip
be coldhearted, know when to quit
me and buddy making a list
me and buddy taking a risk
lock, stock, and a wooden shell
thought twice and i wouldn’t tell
gang gang in a uniform
crime pays for to keep him warm
(keep him out the cold)
if just for show
(keep him out the know)
weekend overnighter,
2 of 5’ll fix to fight her
lighter leaner understanding
fake another lunar landing
bluer skies and greener gables
silent sips at coffee tables
darker redder rover ranger
moving closer seeing danger
i know you can’t be a stranger
i know you can’t be a stranger
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The Function
01:39
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peeking round the corner
wondering what the others
are doing in their bedrooms
quietly in mourning
morning comes to tell you
secrets from the ether
holding it together
where is everybody?
going to the function
putting on their makeup
trying on an outfit
they don't like the color
trying on another
looks a little better
playing to the mirror
rushing to the corner
just to get ahead
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Dances
04:33
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she dances in noma
leaving on a flight for tacoma
slip it in the waist of an aging line
hid it all the way, still a waste of time
it all comes back to warn you
and i know by now
you're coming back
work in the back, a machine of many colors
you don't know what i'm asking, do you?
trying to face an eleventh-hour cover
you don't know what i'm asking, do you?
and she ain't playing a game for two
you're reeling, what has it come to?
crying for you
lying on a bed
you don't know what i'm asking, do you?
and she ain't playing a game for two
reel it in, advancing in passes
the chances it happens
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10. |
Love in the Crust
04:54
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the redcoats run in a pitiful race
i saw the final intifada die the middle of may
she said, “the walls just crumble, they don’t even try;
i can’t believe that anybody wants a piece of the pie”
there’s a time and a place for the words
that you’re keeping in a low hush
so you bet on the stakes
'fore the feds come and take you away
though it's not what you need and it's not what you planned
as the smoke starts to cover the ground where you stand
and i'm barely in your view
(choices they come to)
she said she wants to find the love in the crust
the heart of the matter
she’s dreaming of days with crashing waves
that almost start to scatter
and all i wanna do is give a little bit better back to you
feel a little bit safer at the school
and keep a little bit closer as a rule
(can we get there soon)
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