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Northern Skin
02:50
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Meet you halfway
Hold your elbows in
Keep you busy
Bruise your northern skin
Pack a lunch and keep your distance
Parking the bus is not my style
Scout a pathway
But it’s rarely clean
Space is closing
Clouds obscure the means
Two people looking to the distance
Same view but seeing different thing
A lie from touch is unspoken
Silence covers up the sound
Manipulating our fingers
Distracting our own team.
A life of compromise is given
Must abide and depend
On better motives inside you
And not a father’s voice
Telling you where to end
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Angel Lake
03:12
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Long days are helped by the stain
Of tears falling while still getting drenched in the rain
Can't explain
Smoking woodbines in a tunnel at night.
Nursing cans of cider under ciggie light.
Teenage sights
Reminded
Decided
Left in Angel Lake till the light rail runs again
Revive it
Survive it
Heading south turns south when there's nowhere to begin
Do it all different if it did it again
Run so far away from all those “friends”
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3. |
Under The Light
02:46
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Everybody In here tonight
Knows what is going on
Under the light
No Avett Brothers on this stage
Thank God, it's us alone
Under the light
For as far as I can see
Everyone in here agrees
There's no place they'd rather be
Under the lights for me and you
Under the lights is what we do
All we're saying, to all of you here Is that it's time to dive
Under the lights
Hug your brothers, and sisters as one
And shout “It's us alone”
Under the light
For as far as I can see
Everyone in here agrees
There's no place they'd rather be
Under the lights for me and you
Under the lights is what we do
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4. |
Death of a Ladies Man
02:47
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She loved men
Real men
Didn't know why
She'd never met any
Still held on
A vision in mind
Suiters were left far behind
Orderly wait
In line
Shuffle forward
To give it the hard sell
Made-up graft
With cereal charm
Flexing a sun-tanned forearm
Just roll my eyes at this
Procession of a docile clan
I'm lost. I'm out of here.
It's the death of the ladies' man.
True love leaves
No traces at all
I left a woman waiting
On the steps of the townhall
Don't go home
Iodines on your hands
Death of the ladies' man
Death of the ladies' man
Death of the ladies' man
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Vicki and Ricky
04:24
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Vicki grew up with the weight of the world
Holding her back from her dream
Her city was too dry for her plans
Went to a new town to swim
When she got there, Ricky held out his hand
Planning to never let go
Built an act on his looks and her charm
The threat of his death was the show
The legend grew
As the club packed them in.
Twice a day, he was cut limb by limb
Fake blades got a little too dull
So Vicky upped the tension again
Just one night
Choose the knife I should use
One will maim, the other will kill
Just one night
Rickis’ last on the earth
Cause if you don’t kill him, I surely will
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Passing Through
03:26
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Been walking on a road where I didn’t belong
Old man looking straight through me wishing I was quickly gone.
Feelings mutual it’s true
Manicured garden hides the turmoil in you.
“Simply on my way, passing through”
Just like you, passing through.
“Who are you, and why have you strayed around here?
This is no place to make new friends. Our paths are perfectly clear.
Walk your way, not mine.
I’ve shot more than looks for a lesser crime.”
“Simply on my way, passing through”
Just like you, passing through.
Take it, make it, again
Take it make it pretend
Embrace a fear that really needs healing
Breathe deeply, inhale a new feeling
Nothing else to work for just look in his eyes
Chart a course that has no map or guidance
Open wide Enjoy The Silence
“Simply on my way passing through”
Just like you, passing through.
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Complementary Water
02:03
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Father of John Misty
Is Blanchett in disguise
Share the same dive motel
And matching bloodshot eyes.
Down the hall is Muddy
At peace with Gram and Keith
Maid is doing clean up
AC barely giving relief
Mold-grown walls and threadbare twin.
Smoke-stained duvet burnt thin
Coffee pot is leaking
Half-drawn blinds block the view
Windows barred for safety
Stops dusk from breaking through.
Sweat-stained sheets and broken locks
Time, and a place, the world forgot
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Drop Off
03:40
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Seal off, temper with what’s inside
Buried the shame
Barely feeling alive
Never better, today we should know what to do
A riddle eaten by a puzzle that he never saw through
Drop, give me 20 before you can say
Deluded and lost in a hermetic way
A relic out of date even way back then
No words to speak about it
He died alone in the end.
Took a week before they bust the front door down
Spread on the floor
Death and its deafening sound.
Always thought that if he asked for help no-one would show
Reflection of a person that he didn’t know.
Drop, give me 20, before you can say
Deluded and lost in a hermetic way
A relic out of date even way back then
No words to speak about it
He died alone in the end
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Another Stranger
01:38
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Took a journey
Top shelf to last
From India in ‘35 to a Moscow gasp
Cheever lost in swimming pools
Flags at half-mast.
Another stranger
Mavis Gallant
Takes up space
Between Horowitz and Diaz, finds its place
In the baggage room at Greyhound
Ginsberg has a taste
Another stranger
Another stranger is here
Waiting for a friend
No fiction at all
Till the end.
Across the river
And into the trees
Hide under the table while the gunshots leave
a stain upon the entrees that the hosts can’t believe.
Another stranger.
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