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Heaven
04:13
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all the four leaf clovers
have been picked over
in the park beside my house
I’m told they grow and grow
is there something I don’t know
as far as I’m concerned luck is gold
some kind of heaven
I know what you mean but you don’t know where I’ve been
I learned my lesson
don’t have to be mean but we don’t have to pretend
so I feel mediocre
with her head on my shoulder
on the roof of her old place
cause all my old complaints
my debts that went unpaid
hold me down and keep me in this place
some kind of heaven
I know what you mean but you don’t know where I’ve been
I learned my lesson
don’t have to be mean but we don’t have to pretend
mouth like a weapon
so unpleasant
is this heaven
or its twin?
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2. |
A New Complaint
04:38
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I’m getting in the habit of picking at my skin
and thinking to myself
when did this begin
I’m getting in the habit of talking in my sleep
of thinking to myself
instead of counting sheep
my legs went soft
my hair was long
i cut it off
breathing exhaust
laid out the map but still got lost
i’m getting in the habit of staring at the walls
cos every little mark
might be something that crawls
i’m getting in the habit of getting on a roll
of tunnel visioning
chase the rabbit down its hole
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3. |
Amy
03:50
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amy I love you you’re the best girl in the world
there must be something in the water
makes you seem so self assured
in the spring I tried to bottle it despite my own concerns
cause I’m sure you saw how hard I tried
I’m sure you saw me squirm
am I just another one
so sure I’d come undone
that I stared into the sun and said
I’ll learn to hold my tongue
amy I love you but I think I might be cured
I never felt so bleak on crescent street
regretting what I yearned
for sugar spice and bad advice and not for garden worms
cause it’s not that I don’t love you
but I know that I’ll get hurt
am I just another one
so sure I’d come undone
that I stared into the sun and said
I’ll learn to hold my tongue
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4. |
Green
03:40
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I’ve been scolding myself with my dead name
it’s hanging on with the ring of a catchphrase
that the quiet relief of a thursday took pains to erase
there are some songs you don’t wanna wear out
like the sound of those words in your mouth
but nothing could outweigh the doubt the silence was singing about
I tried to put it into words
but in my mouth it all just blurred
and on the days you don’t wanna wake up
feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck
we both knew the lines that we’d run were too late and still not enough
I tried to put it into words
but in my mouth it all just blurred
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5. |
Spirit Gum
03:13
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the rug beneath my feet
came out from under me
and now I’m down to one fork in a kind of divorce
with a clear procedure
I thought it would be impolite
not to extend the invite
felt the heat rush to my face with a ringing decay
I have to strain to hear through
at the foot of my bed
and at the back of my mind
I’m walking on eggshells
like these floors aren’t mine
and we can blame it all on the stars
like they were never aligned from the start
try not to let this erase the years in this place
that used to be so mild
at the foot of my bed
and in the back of my mind
I’m walking on eggshells
like these walls have eyes
and in the dead of night
and at the crack of dawn
hold my breath in the hallway
maybe I’ve done something wrong
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6. |
Family Tree
02:10
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hold you so close that I can’t breathe
what am I supposed to be?
drop me a line, cut me a key
as I climb down the family tree
now I call you on the phone
when I’m walking on my own
always lose service on the green line
let you know when I get home
and you let it all sink in
let it settle under your skin
that you’ll never be that small again
that you’re wanting for what no longer exists
and all the times I fell asleep
being pushed along the streets
when as far as I could see
were the matching sneakers on our feet
now we both see eye to eye
five foot nine and five foot five
taught me to touch type
do something when you think of it
and be on time
and you let it all sink in
let it settle under your skin
that you’ll never be that small again
that you’re wanting for what no longer exists
as I climb down the family tree
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7. |
Sleeper
03:14
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on the day you were trying to figure out
the shapes of all the clouds
we stood on common ground
I found you lounging on your back
where the sun had killed the grass
beside the overpass
back when we were living through a drought
and waiting on a flood
of the things we’d done without
cause we were used to being more or less
uncomfortable at best
a kind of guest in my own house
is it too much to ask
this lucidity to last?
is it too much to ask?
on the day you were trying to get around
the shadow of a doubt
the sky was all burnt out
but we were used to being more or less
bitter and unimpressed
with days this overcast
and now in all the times that’s passed
to watch you fill the gaps
3/4 of a lap
resenting the idle
days of your childhood
that you can’t get back
is it too much to ask
this lucidity to last?
is it too much to ask?
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8. |
College Rock Song #1
03:17
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we had a month of breaking glass
and trying to make my patience last
when all our plans went by too fast
the present soon became the past
now all my friends are breaking bones
and dealing with it on their own
reminds us that we should have known
the summer’s high was just on loan
on loan...
my favourite bands are breaking up
deciding that they’ve had enough
and while they might have run their luck
the end is always so abrupt
yeah all along we should have known
that days are things to be outgrown
and homesick is a kind of home
that’s holding on to what couldn’t be slowed
be slowed...
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9. |
Dig
03:38
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please hold me together
lately I’ve been feeling retired, baby
seasons only change the weather
‘cause I’m still craning my neck in the streets
‘cause on paper, does it cut like a wire?
my hands are so dry
and my eyes are on fire
these things never last forever
I’m sure you’ll end up getting tired of me
will you hold me together
when I dig through dirt like I'm trying to come clean?
‘cause on paper, does it cut like a wire?
my hands are so dry
and my eyes are on fire
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10. |
The Thrill
02:40
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with the memory of a goldfish
and the nuisance of a mind
like an overbearing mother asking questions all the time
really mean it when you say
that you think you need some quiet
but the quiet is unnerving and you’re gonna be around it for a while
and I think of all the thoughts i’ll have
when I have the time
always losing all the threads I’ve caught
forgetting where they wind
I stay up late at night
and sit behind my eyes
and relish in the clarity as if it were a prize
catch a wasp on my windowsill
in my hand try to hold it still
if the rattle in my palm is all that I am hanging on
the catch is half the thrill
and I think of all the thoughts I’ll have
when I have the time
always losing all the threads I’ve caught
forgetting where they wind
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