1. |
My First Car
04:15
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my first car’s still driving without me
blasting the early 2000s on repeat
static love songs from some iPod over FM
sunroof rolled, headlights low, it’s driving
I watch it passing just as startled
as when making eye contact
through a neighbor's window
and I realize it’s just some
poster of an actor I don’t know
epiphany after epiphany
I feel like I’m sitting
in the middle of the street
epiphany after epiphany
and I might as well be sitting
in the middle of the street
my first car's gone a long way some hundred k
trolling this forgotten city without me
full of lights and sounds new and old
among people and places that I used to know
yeah my first car it’s still driving
but you don’t see me
and I feel like I’m sitting
right in the back seat
epiphany after epiphany
I see it and know I’m going
I see it and know when I get there
I’m there to stay
I’m there to stay
nowhere near where you'd think
nowhere near where you’d think
but I do hope you’re still kicking without me
nowhere near where you'd think
nowhere near where you’d think
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2. |
Spokane & Poughkeepsie
02:47
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I lost the train somewhere between Spokane and Poughkeepsie somehow I found my way after all any way like a hound a duck or myself right after one long hard look all around the house for a single goddamn vanity mirror in each one of about a thousand nine rooms so you couldn’t really blame me for being as late as I was but I finally found it on the wall of a room with no door and four or five windows sometime after it occurred to me that I should come in through the garden
there’s more than enough ways out and back but
everyone seems to agree we’re in line and we’re waiting
and when we get there everything’ll feel so complete but waiting around never got me where I’m going
and everyone seems to believe with insistence they'll finally find
not the train itself rather everything that you could ever hope to find lying on it car after car never rearranged from caboose to destination from where I’m standing to you whether or not the track splits in two or that’s not where you’re going I promise you’ll get there in style like your mother in-law’s Mercedes Benz or Rick Van Shaw’s blue Chelsea boot
everyone seems to agree we’re in line and we’re waiting
and when we get there everything’ll feel so complete but waiting around never got me where I’m going
everyone seems to believe their time’s coming their patience is their virtue
but everyone seems to agree with insistence they'll find pleasure
I think it was after we crossed the Chesapeake right north the deltas and any other city you’ve heard of when I heard a shout and, curious, walked through the bar which was something else like an old west saloon in New Carolina with this bar keep who’s got the pour your granddad asks twice for shouting in the smoky din like the conductor, wherever he is, god bless him
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3. |
From a Funk
03:31
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tough enough
to pull us both from a funk
why try
if it feels alright
socks off
into oblivion
but tough enough
to pull us both out of a mood
like two old birds
knocked right out of the blue
spiraling down
over
what we had however tangible
you could try to
call it back by any other name
why try to maintain understanding
of kismet and circumstance
as a fact ever changing
cut loose
like a punk on a bad hair day
pulls out her pin
and leaves him shaking
in his boots
caffeinated and uncomfortable
but still tough enough
to pull them both from a funk
what they have however attainable
you could try to
call it back by any other name
those closest still maintain their understanding
of each of us as a fact ever
never changing
call it back
no matter how it went down
why try to maintain kismet and circumstance
as facts ever changing
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4. |
Soft Spot
05:50
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she’s the one
in the leather jacket
she’s the one holding
the soft spot heavy-handed
takes you by the arm
tells you where to go
says you’re the only one
calls you a party animal
calls your money liminal
asks, honey will you follow
when we go dancing
and sway so close
soft in your ear her voice and rose
so you go
in through this cellar door
where she knows every single secret
code
and the room goes dark but for
a single bulb dangling over the microphone
pointed at the loudest speaker cone
where you stand and for a moment
you think you see
everyone you’ve ever known
dancing and swaying so close
soft in your ear her voice and rose
perfume after midnight
and after the show
I say we go dancing
step back step back
breathe in breathe in
let it be let it be
unending unending
let it be let it be
everything everything
take me seriously
wherever you choose to go
I’ll be the cat to your string
I’ll be the diamond on your chandelier
I’ll be your bouquet of flowers burning
cause I’m in love
with everyone
you know
and the way we go dancing
and sway so close soft
in your ear her voice and rose
perfume after midnight
and after the show
I say we go dancing
step back step back
breathe in breathe in
let it be let it be
unending unending
let it be let it be
everything everything
step back
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5. |
Next to Me (Homely)
05:29
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knowing the middle and the end
at the beginning but unable
to grasp more than two at once
I mute the TV and plant my head in the couch
knowing more or less than I care to
I'd rather talk about the weather
it's just been so cold
and I'm sweating in the house
yeah I'd shower in the yard and piss
the neighbors off my legs
look fucking awesome in these swim trunks
and I've gotten kind of tan
so why would I want anything
why would I want to do anything
but lie in the lawn
when there’s dishes to be done
and the garden’s overgrown
why would I want anything
but to lie in the lawn
the grass at our knees
hair weaved into weeds
just spilling out like vines
on a wall
why would I want to do anything
but lie in the lawn
in silence watching
dry-lightning
the dew on our backs
the dirt at our ears
and all the lights
in the house still on
why would I want anything
why would I want to do anything
but lie in the lawn
when there's dishes to be done
and the garden's overgrown
and there's cans of paint leaking in the garage
yeah the garden's overgrown
and there's cans of paint leaking in the garage
the concrete'll still be
stained green and pink
when the cans of paint are gone
the concrete'll still be
stained green and pink
when the cans of paint are gone
the concrete'll still be
stained green and pink
when the cans of paint are gone
so why would I want anything
why would I want to do anything
but lie in the lawn in silence
watching dry-lightning
with your mirage
flashing next to me
next to me
there and gone
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6. |
Light
04:18
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light this house up
I remember where everything should be
pick a record put it on
why don’t you turn on some slow TV
light this house up
let all the empty boxes be
sweep the floors drop the rug
let in the cool night breeze
light this house up
let all the neighbors see
every photograph on the wall
all our furniture, everything
light this house up
I remember where everything goes
light this house up
I remember everything
infrared, borealis, from the end of the tunnel
fluorescent, fire, lime
neon, halogenic, bioluminescent
everlasting, in your eyes
ultraviolet, LED, given the green
metal halide, black, traffic, as a feather
the sun, moon, street, strobe, etcetera
like the city in full color on your favorite holiday
like the first sunny day after the season’s first decent snowfall
like a bumbling shadow over running water
like the liquid spilling from a broken glow-stick
like the fridge open at midnight
like a lamp in a window seen in passing
like a red coat in a dimly lit room
like the last big act on broadway
like an obvious illusion
like an obvious illusion
like a theater after the credits have rolled
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7. |
Daybreaker
04:27
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blank-slated right on out of it
I've been
straight up sun circling like all my
time has sped up and been spent
I’m hard lined
straight up racing for the gate
blank-slated right on out of it
I am
a nocturnal animal at high noon
I’m not scared or frightened of
shadows
but this one’s gotten a little too
familiar
even the moon don’t try to hide it
what may
wake you from the night crying out your
name all hot-hearted crooning like
every
single ghost in your childhood home
is it following me
or just waiting round the bend
hanging out with all my closest friends
is it following me or
sitting in wait counting down the days
been there for ages anyway
don’t try and call it love though
each star
whether worshiped right or set low burning under
jetstreams, skylines, or sunny thunder
you run
your orbit among all the others
and you could lose yourself
to just about anything at all but
time will wait for each of us
to see just what it was
we lost
is it following me or
just waiting around the bend
hanging out with all my oldest friends
is it following me or
sitting in wait counting down the days
been there for ages anyway
is it following me or
just waiting round the bend
hanging out with all my closest friends
is it following me or
sitting in wait counting the days
been there for ages anyway
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8. |
Hung by the Hook
03:19
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hung by the hook
but how long's it been
since you wanted it
any other way
done by the book
a thin line between
how you want it
no other way
to say it straight to catch you
outright or off-guard
I can't see it
any other way
no other way
to break the hold
no other way
to hold a baby
no other way
babe, I'm going no other way
hung by the hook
a heavy line over you
and over again
something to swing to
sway or swoon to
if I drew a line
from here the way you wanted it to go
would you follow
or hung by the hook are you pulled through
some
foggy understanding
of another way
to confound expectation
no other way
to hold a baby
any other way
to reiterate, I've said it once
another way
to say it again would be frustrating at the very least
but mostly repetitive
any other way
to say it straight to catch you
outright or off guard
I can't
I can't
any other way
to read a book teach me
another way
to fish man, I'm dying here
another way
to the river would probably take longer
any other way
I'll follow I promise
another way
to say it straight
another way
to catch you outright or off-guard
another way
I can't see it
any other way
look!
any other way
I'm confounded, I'm distraught, I'm hung
to say it straight
to catch you outright or off guard
I can't see it
any other way
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9. |
Anymore
06:24
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with your eyes closed
you still hit the mark
with your hands over your ears
you can repeat back anything perfectly
with your mouth shut
you could tear down any standing man
with your eyes shut
you see in the dark
with your hands over your ears
you can recite back anything ever said
with your mouth closed
you could tear down any man left standing
when I found you here when I
when I found you yeah
I was looking for something else I was
looking for something else
but I found you yeah
yeah I found you here
and I’m glad I did
yeah I’m glad I did
he told me
I’d find you by the way it rains
he told me
there ain’t no other way to say it
with your mouth shut
you still hit the mark
with your hands over your ears
you hear it before it’s even said
with your eyes closed
you could tear down any man still standing
when I found you here when I
when I found you yeah
I was looking for something else I was
looking for something else
but I found you here
yeah I found you here
and I’m glad I did
yeah I’m glad I did
now I’m not looking anymore I’m not
looking anymore
with my eyes shut
I can still find my way to your front door
I’m not listening anymore, I’m not
listening anymore
with my hands over my ears
I can still hear the sound of your voice
it’s all I listen to anymore
it’s all I listen to anymore
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10. |
Lavender Rabbits
05:14
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first thing in the morning
I start digging holes in the bed
as if this weed were some
willow weeping over me
wild eyed waking up at the foot
covered in branch and vine I
realized I’d never reach
every root
so I drowned the garden
yeah I drowned the garden
so color me in sundry dirt
in dizzy kisses woodstalk
all down my spine
as new seeds over old roots
a leaf with no a branch
a tree ready for fire
for wilderness with no end
some things bloom despite me
as I drown the garden
some things bloom despite me
some things bloom
as I drown the garden
yeah, as I drown the garden
lavender rabbits fill the room
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