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Today
03:26
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There’s a strange smell in the air
Something like spring, something rare
I’ve walked this way many times before
The houses look the same but I know my door
There’s a man in front of me and
He’s wearing your cologne
He drops his gloves and
I return them before he gets home
I love the way the sun shines
On the window panes
It blinds me
But I don’t need to see clearly
Today
I pass a dog
She’s choking on her leash
She stops to smell the garbage
And the bare trees
A pink pair of earmuffs
That haven’t moved an inch
Since the summer, so hot
Don’t want to think of it
And I’m doing what I can
I’m waking up, I’m making plans
I go for walks to clear my head
But I don’t think I’m special
For getting out of bed
But it feels so good,
Getting out of bed
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2. |
Spring Song
03:18
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It’s spring, but it doesn’t feel like spring
Am I asking for too many things?
The end of the day feels like a betrayal
It’s a party and I didn’t bring anything
I’m leaning towards the sun, waiting on some day to come
The birds don’t know, but I am sure
Despite what I like to tell myself
Today was better than before
I’m standing still, I only
Live to fill the space between
The coming and the going
This ledge feels solid but I
Still picture myself falling
The motorbikes rip holes in the silence
As a wasp crawls on my big toe
I’m frozen hoping he doesn’t sting me
And I’m trying not to look at my phone
I want to be a better friend before it all ends
I’m trying and I am sure
Despite what I like to tell myself
Today I’m better than before
I’m standing still, I only
Live to fill the space between
The coming and the going
This ledge feels solid but I
Still picture myself falling
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3. |
Red Flowers
03:00
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I think my true calling is to be a foley artist
Make all the little sounds in the movies
Open the door and close it again
At least then I’d have some purpose
Walk to the Delaware so I don’t stay in bed all day
Put on my two shoes and listen to the hiss of the highway
Red flowers wilting on the overpass
This heat is bad, but it won’t last
I’m building a home and it’s all melting fast
It doesn’t get dark here and it doesn’t get quiet
There’s a sex shop below me and phone store beside it
Every Friday I come over to kiss the ass tattooed on your arm
And after we do it I go home and I work on my virtual farm
It’s simple and I don’t have to think too much
I just look at my phone and sit with all my stuff
Red flowers wilting on the overpass
This heat is bad, but it won’t last
I’m building a home and it’s all melting fast
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4. |
Sugar
02:59
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I gave you a tattoo
Of the word ‘sugar’ on your knee
But there was nothing very sweet
About you and me
Love through pain and blood
Is no way to be
There’s no saving someone
Who doesn’t want to be happy
I was sealed in a jar
And put on a shelf
Always waiting to find
What was mine in someone
Else
You put too much sugar into
Your coffee everyday
I always wondered what made you
Like it that way
Can you handle the bitterness
Of something real?
Or are you just running from
The scary things you feel
We were two hurt kids
Crying to be held
Always fighting the things
We hated in
Ourselves
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5. |
Lucky
05:10
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Sick of all the fake calls to my phone, to my phone
Must have got my number from some contest I never won
I get excited when it rings, think it might be a friend
I pick up, it’s just some robot, I’m by myself again
But I’m feeling lucky
Like I could find a dollar on the street
Like I’m finally getting out of the way
Of my own two feet
Like it’s time to be nicer to me
I can’t come out tonight, I’m too busy creeping on my ex
He lives in a new house with some people I’ve never met
And they’re doing all the things I wanted to do with him
Guess they’re cool now that I’m not the one suggesting them
But I’m feeling lucky
Like I could find some gold on the street
Like I’m finally getting out of the way
Of my own two feet
Like it’s time to be nicer to me
Fell asleep next to some takeout I ordered last night
I woke up and rolled over, said ‘fuck it’ and took a bite
I should get out of the city, go somewhere I can see the stars
But for now I’ll be happy with the stop lights and the cars
But I’m feeling lucky
Like I could find a diamond on the street
Like I’m finally getting out of the way
Of my own two feet
Like it’s time to be nicer to me
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6. |
Mushroom House
03:18
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Today I watched you cut your hair
You were scared I wouldn’t like it
Waking up in the dark
Learn the language of my heart
I’m living underground
The pipes are making bad sounds
I’m watching movies by myself
I got a secret I won’t tell
Welcome to my mushroom house
I will do my best not to let you down
Wander ‘round the grocery store
I thought I saw you by the door
I got so nervous about it
So I hid next to the dead fish
I got some salmon took it home
Didn’t have to eat alone
Cause there’s a firefly in my room
Nothing wrong with a slow bloom
Welcome to my mushroom house
I will do my best not to let you down
Bought your parents a strawberry rhubarb pie
To say ‘Thanks for letting us borrow their car last night’
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Necessary
03:45
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Holding your hand by the Jon Bon Jovi hologram
Driving to the coast I said ‘You can be my man’
Thinking of you as I read the inflight magazine
It says there’s a place that we can go where it never rains
Met your dad the other day, same head as you same restless legs
He asked me how I like my life and he showed me his model trains
They circled the track around the tiny town
Does this playing God thing ever get him down?
You show me it’s okay to depend on somebody
Not just okay
But necessary
Kat was trying to catch the cat that lives at the motel
With a tupperware of rotisserie chicken, you know that smell?
She ran away under the ice cream truck
To live this life she’s got to depend on luck
I was eating the continental breakfast
Listening to the front desk gossip
The housekeeper is getting married
To the Day’s Inn plumber next week
You show me it’s okay to depend on somebody
Not just okay
But necessary
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8. |
John's Song
03:29
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John lives where they grow the grass
for the baseball stadium
It’s a turf farm but it can be
Our meadow baby if we let it
You talk big for a man making small pictures
Hands always working so tough
Oh but your eyes were just looking
For someone to love
Build a house to keep the night out
I let you in because you’re my friend
Covered in layers of other ends
And you help me decorate them
John lives where the big city
Gives way into the sea
On a shore without people
And then he came to me
Rise to meet the sun every morning
Eyes always searching so much
Oh but your hands were just looking
For something to touch
Build a house to keep the night out
I let you in because you’re my friend
Covered in layers of other ends
And you help me decorate them
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9. |
Figs and Peaches
04:19
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All the Chestnut have disappeared
And the forest floor is taken
By invasive grasses used to pack
Porcelain when it was shipped across the Atlantic
Reading the park bench dedication
Mississippi river running under me
I get to thinking
There is the ocean and the places it used to be
Gardens on the land
Castles on the beaches
I trust my hand and
Pluck my figs and peaches
It’s what I want, it’s what I want
Low tide, smelly marsh
Near the power plant where you live
The water gets so warm you said
People come here to catch the tropical fish
I’m tiptoeing, crawling like a wild strawberry
I get to knowing
I’ve been waiting for the fruit to fall from the tree
Gardens on the land
Castles on the beaches
I trust my hand and
Pluck my figs and peaches
It’s what I want, it’s what I want
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10. |
Heavenly Houseboat Blues
04:29
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I'm building a houseboat in heaven
To sail those deep and holy seas
I'm building a houseboat in heaven
And it's welcome aboard you sweet peace
The bow she is made of solid silver
And the hall she is made of solid gold
She ain't much long the line's a-floating
But she's yours, babe, to have and to hold
I rode my old guitar to heaven
But heaven didn't feel too much like home
So I'm headed out on to them lonesome oceans
In my rubystudded houseboat to roam
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