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Baby Blue
02:59
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Strung out and along
like a kitten after yarn
like a military man and his gun
hope to get safe in some arms
and pray to the lord
"Give me a clean run,
through til I'm buried knowing real love
after having been someone's enough maybe
Baby Blue?'
Oh she's a vacuum
I told he "exchange hot air if you need to
with whoever or whatever you trap"
Cause you can't tame a dame in a young world
if she reeks like a diamond among pearls
can just suffer your good luck, a blank cheque
Cashed for lips and legs
Cause all her kiss does is put a knife to your tongue
n' leaves you haggling wordless with an angel come
to collect on your debts, all your pleading just
hangs in her breath
You'd say "Baby Blue, if you got to choose
or short list who you wanted to
would any name of mine have made the cut?
Tell the truth, what else is there to lose?
if you say "no" I'll lace up my shoes and go
it can only turn me to mush"
credits
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Whip-its
03:39
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Pinned and lid heavy
Clean as ashtray streets
Breathe to pull off black wings
but still float away
Plead "Please, can I stay awake?"
Bound for Glory
Sniff whip it's, the kid
pretty the way she is
in another dream has teeth
in a churlish smile
that burn like Gas Magic
Need protection from everything
Bound for Glory
Want protection from everything
Bound for Glory
Whip it's does the kid
a pity the way it is
clean like ashtray streets
Breathe and take off Black wings
but to float away
Plead, "Please, can I stay awake?"
Bound for Glory
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Train Arms
03:20
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It's no matter how many times you wash your clothes
after she's been against them, oh, the smell won't ever go away
hard to remember how it's been pressed to her lips
and man I just can't roll outta bed
call on the chaplain to see if I'm dead, but I'm not
River my telephone, cut both lines at the house
off meter, off grid
I'll just use candles at night
and cook over a fire of real wood cut
cause our dinner of eggs got all over my face
and I dropped my favorite thing in the storm drain on the walk home
bums plead with me for my pennies
and I can only say "I'm lonely"
and that they "wouldn't understand her beauty"
and how it "kills me"
and all that idle chatter moves me to the train lines
where my mad hatter goes
but can't afford the time anymore to sink with me 'neath stars
and let me drown in her arms
is it that she can't roll outta bed?
call on the chaplain to see if she's said anything about me
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4. |
War on Self Projection
03:30
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You never try anymore
are the words she said
lying on the floor
'cause the feeling's dead
There's a time to explore
and there's a time to ignore
Not what I want
pleasure turned chore
Staring out into space
on a silent bed
Not a single trace
of what the TV says
such a kiss to be forced
by amphetamine eyes
set in a seasonal mare
who glued the ghost inside
So here's to this war on self projection
had a girl and a warm protection now
it's all gone
So here's to this war on self projection
had a girl and a warm protection now
it's all gone
For every soul that I meet
There's this connection I seek
but we'll learn to hide
that Love beneath
there are parts of you
there are parts of me
I'm not quite fond of
So here's to this war on self projection
had a girl and a warm protection now
it's all gone
So here's to this war on self projection
had a girl and a warm protection now
it's all gone
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5. |
Ann
03:49
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Look for me Ann
I'll wait behind your bad intentions
cause I'm through
and trying to sleep next to nothin like I'm in my wallet
look for me Ann
I's caught stealin sweethearts from babes
but praise all that chalk in my mouth
and every word they had printed
look for me Ann
cause lately I can't believe my good luck
but I have been finding pennies along the sidewalks
Ann I can feel winter ending
God most think it's nice to see sun (again)
burn up clouds like ants under magnifying glass
yeah still Big Sister Ann I'm afraid
I've been pinching myself in dreams I find her in
only to wake up spinning
Look for me Ann
I keep throwing dice hoping to win something big
and to believe she'd never kiss anyone but me
you know they call me a criminal with good time under my tongue
but pay no mind to the ache in my guts when she's absent
and does a flower she picks when goes skipping down the beat man
"I'm happy that you've got me"?
Look for me Ann
cause lately I need to believe I'm in luck
And you know I have been finding pennies on lots of sidewalks
look for me tonight and I promise
I'll be looking both ways before we cross the road
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6. |
Wake Up Time
02:59
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In tight and cozy to my queen sized bed
I hope I don't wake up
Kept a handful of days better than most dreams I've had
so I hope I don't wake up
My stomach can't quit gettin hitched it's bride and groom
Man I hope I don't wake up
My mattress head loose, I've noticed exposed screws
here's a hope that I don't wake up
Leave me alone angel of my young soul
so you can cope when I don't wake up
I'd die before I'd hear you tell me to go
so I'm hopin I don't wake up
Babe your poet lips made so sweet I couldn't speak, but in I leaned
and hoped we'd never wake up
And all over your shoulder cried the first since Rover died
It'd be alright to not wake up
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7. |
Elvis Presley
03:17
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Owner of all I own now
except my body, owned by the State
no crumbling reverie escape
my once bottled fantasies now written in bold
across our pleasant silence as it floats
with the hands of the clock
Abstract steps land but don't repeat
in a dance had with your fingers
a snot filled kiss you sneak as sweet as real tears
wetting scarred skin or the woe
melting like butter in warm hands
you're just a stone's throw,
forget the price of gas
in a hug that never lets go
we'll quit being sick with worry
Baby's an old soul
with a child's heart
look up close to know you
silhouetted by back light
for in your paint can brain
I'd be fine
I know I'd be alright
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8. |
The Hole You Live In
03:00
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A cold life
Keep kicking yourself in the shins
You swoon like ice
The good times
Keep tearing away at the seams
Your pupils they glow like dimes
So hold hold on, hold hold on to threads of yarn
hold hold on, hold hold on till strings grow worn
they sever by the tip of your very own knife.
Lie down on a bed of rocks
Eyes wide in a pool of thoughts
And I'm swimming on, keep swimming on
Seven seas for those sheets to toss
Green trees and the great unknown
Hot wheels and we're almost home
But I'm driving on, keep driving on
The mind's in flux while the bodies home
So hold hold on, hold hold on to threads of yarn
hold hold on, hold hold on till strings grow worn
they sever by the tip of your very own knife
Ain't that a shame
Deep wholes and a distant sound
Eyes wide in the underground
But you dug it up, you just dug it up
And sealed your tomb to snuff the sunshine out
A cold life keep kicking yourself in the shins
You swoon like ice
The good times keep tearing away at the seams
Your pupils they glow like dimes
So hold hold on, hold hold on to threads of yarn
hold hold on, hold hold on till strings grow worn
they sever by the tip of your very own knife
Ain't that a shame
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9. |
CVS
03:32
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Forget my past and heavy head
on a shoulder aged like expensive red
bought off the shelf at CVS
cause new circles under my eyes
match shade for shade
the darkening costume skies
painted on the backseat window
where Red's beaming girl good thoughts
it feels like I've always lived
and she cops to me landing the part
that all a Hollywood wished to be cast in
and I've ached to play
Meanwhile night fills up the car
and my shadow's always been too chicken
to join me in the dark so
alone I spin a yarn about a dream where
I eat you but from nerves
cough and vomit you into the bathtub
while the neighbors knock
you sigh "For God sakes take me home"
with an eye roll
and we trip up to home's threshold
where you'll sleep to sounds of poems
drifting up from on streets below
so on go my shoes
but on the mirror in the hall
I wrote out my whole heart
and couldn't fit every good line
or remember every good line
your lipstick was too thick
Maybe I'd like you as a problem Hunny
Try and mean the things you say
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10. |
Peter Pan
05:19
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Find sleep at the movies
Burn my mouth on coffee
everything's right
Hold my baloon tight
Kissin your lips "night"
everything's right
I'm in heaven
Coffin nail cigarettes
caught me feelin needed
everything's right
Pretty I'm empty
War in my bedsheets
everything's right
I'm in heaven
Held like a baby hand grips
the smell of something
crams knives into my head
stand me up because I'm drunk or dead
Set adrift in a blank sea
invent a love means everything to me
Put cigarettes out in ice cream
Kind words and bee stings just
Lip balm for pistol kissing
Sister "sorry" is dead
Ms. Dancing in her head
and sleep
Lips bleeding in sad keys
still a mess at the ending
lonely love listens to mindbeam
How I wish that you were black and white
leftover light behind yer eyes
I'm free
Kill me
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11. |
Memphis
03:34
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I'm moving to Memphis
I'm needin my wheels to roll there
I keep dreamin up more and more reasons to go there
is it scary to think that you're losing me? Don't worry
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
I'll live close to Beal street
I'll get to havin a favorite waitress and I'll laugh at the Elvis freaks
I'm thinking I'm gonna like livin at that speed so
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
cause she's all I can think about
how it'd be cool to die there, in her wet mouth drown
how it'd be nothing but poetry when they found my body
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
my eyes find it's skyline the best
and when me and ol' Memphis go to town, in a Chinese gown it'll dress
I've already decided, I'm leavin this week
So I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
cause there a boy should grow up
in Memphis's fair hands a man he can become
so lay me down in a bed of southern fall leaves
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
It's a place I could love
I heard a story that angels carved it all from old tree trunks
and to be lyin in Memphis is all that I need
So I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
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