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Again
03:56
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Just beyond the shadow of an oak hanging low
Is the sheet white outline looking like someone I used to know
Maybe I should wave, or just keep very still
Dunno if it is really them, don't know I ever will
Salutations to you, I don't know how to behave
All my love n longings stuck on this side of the grave
I'm thinking that you're listening and I'm hoping that you know
The joy I feel when you are near before I watch you go. Again.
I'll take mine slow. Old dogs lie low.
I'll meet you in the solace of a silent moment
Moments alone when we commune
Where missing you is prologue and we carry on together
Like an empty seat on a morning flight
I could hear you laugh if I weren't too afraid to try. Again.
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Roses on the table
05:10
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Hallelujah, I'm not a genius. Aint nothin better than not being burdened
When you're immune to observation everything is just roses on the table.
I save a lot of money being slow
I don't need drugs and nobody will date me
Got me a pillow, no pillow case
Just me and the mattress taking up all the space
And its fine. Tell me it's fine. Uh huh
Where'd you go? Tell me it's fine. Where did you go?
Two steps forward, two steps back
My impeccable math keeps me on track, yeah
Three steps forward, four steps back
My impeccable math keeps me on track, yeah
Five steps forward, six steps back
My impeccable math keeps me on track, yeah
Seven forward, seven back
My impeccable math keeps me on track
And its fine, tell me it's fine, uh huh
Where'd you go? Tell me its fine. Where did you go?
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Oversized Coats
03:48
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On the heels of a loss you cannot replace
Is a pain and he talks but won't show his face
And on the heat of a wind sweeps away feeling
Is a dark that has no interest revealin'
Oversized coats, minimal naked skeleton clothes
On the heels of a loss you cannot deny
Is the threat of more losing till you fuck off and die
Till you fuck off and die, there's only one word
And it's loss and it's painful and mostly absurd
On the heels of a hope that just passed me by
Is the whisper of warning to stand up and try
Maybe ill listen to the voice that I heard
For the next time it's painful and mostly absurd
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Sometimes
04:06
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I wanna feel pretty I don't wanna feel meek
Don't wanna walk like a dog who ain't shit in a week
I wanna feel loving I don't wanna recoil
Don't wanna squint like a carrot peeking out of the soil
I wanna feel pretty
Things are gained then things are gone
Let it pass and have a cry in the lawn
It's a big ole world and she don't owe you nothin
Love is found, Love is lost, chin up kid it aint the holocaust
It's a big ole world and you don't owe her nothin
Sometimes sometimes aint sometimes
Some days it takes all day
Sutures dissolve without effort
But leave you with a scar anyway
It's okay to call upon a friend when you've crawled on out
And just sit staring at your skin
May take the two of you to get yourself back in
And it won't fit right in some the place it had been
Ain't nothin dirtier, more backwards than pride
House looks nice but your heart's been gentrified
Stone face to a love may help you hide
But it won't let you let them inside
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Come on in
04:11
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I showed my candy ass expression to the lightening
It struck me hot and sharp, as sharp as any mother's tongue
I'm only sober now cause someone's near who needs me
If only I could give myself that power freely
Hey. Come on in. Come on in. Just come on
It don't matter where you been, if you need a friend
Honey come on in
Today I met a man who you might say I'm better than
Nah he aint hard to criticise
Yellow tint to both his eyes
Lives his life in overalls
Has a son who never calls
Yeah he got holes in both his lungs
Aint a stretch to guess where they come from
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Darbonne Sprague
03:58
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It's not a sin to tell yer buddy you love him
It's not a crime to own a softer side
He knows there hurting under some of the quiet
He knows there's pain and why you trying to hide
All you got to say. Here it is. Okay.
It's a struggle, feeling that love
But not in a sad way like you rarely been hugged
Never feels worth it, worth their time
Though it's quite clear that they never do mind
All there is to say. I accept. Okay.
Fuckin A. When it's been a day
You can know but it don't matter anyway
Let it come. Hope it goes
Try to hold the love somebody chose
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Pinhead Nun
04:48
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Pin head nun in her pitch black habit underneath the overpass
Grey face is frozen eyes scanning her bible
Grinding bare feet into broken glass
Rats in the money grass two days past poisoning
Silently mouthing the rat word for water
What's a crime to a criminal
And how does death feel when its mostly subliminal
See pairs of grandparents crying in heaven
Or maybe just barely aware in the void
Ushering children with funnel-like faces
Into a vacuum for bad girls and boys
See that nun in her pitch black habit
Trying to catch a bus
Her lord and saviour asleep in the alley and that's why she's runnin'
From us
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Leave him be
03:52
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Turning all them pages, night pages without sleep
Succumbing to an altered view that aint really all that deep
Whiskey thin and bone dry and quite tired of the track
Days are weeks and weeks is years that aint ever coming back
Amphetamines would do it but its already done
I spaced out at your party now im chasing down the sun
Whiskey may have tempered all the rage I string along
And beer's the little sister sad to see it all gone wrong
You got a sick man on your hands
And he's your brother, He understands
That you can't lock him up, not with your key
So go on, take him in, or leave him be
Wake up kid you been screaming in your sleep
No your mamma hasn't called and im beginning to think
That you aint got no home to run home to
You say you'd like to stay but I know the trains are calling you
And that spider bite sure looks like you just couldn't find a vein
I'd follow through to find out but I think I will refrain
Nah im not much for needles but you can help me with this fifth
And ill take your heard of hurt n try to chase em off a cliff
Cause I got a sick man on my hands
And he's my brother, he understands
I won't lock him up though its been done
I let him in but I know that he'll still run
Yeah I got a sick man on my hands
And he's my brother he understands
I won't lock him up though I've tried
I let him in but I know he won't be satisfied
For TW and MB
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10. |
The loved one
20:24
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