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Some Breakup Album
01:20
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I'm writing a song that I think you would like
'Cause I want you to see how much we're still alike
I want to know if you do sleep with the lights
'Cause when you lived with me you still shut all the blinds
I want to make sure that it sinks past your eyes
And though you won't know it
I'm still alive
And I will love this
Life, and your life
Until I die
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Her eyes, they stand open
Green eyes of the ocean
Our fears, we will quash them
We will...
Throw them into the fire
We will...
Decide
We'll cross every nation
We'll build our own airline
And when the Sun retires
We will...
Go out into the night
We can...
Do right
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Seabirds
03:23
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I see the picture on your arm
But I know what it means
'Cause the crane it is a fraud
And I am not
I tell ya, I'm staying land-locked
But you are a seabird
Seabird
Remember when you called
To see if I could come up
But the timing was just so goddamned off
And the myth hits us all
As wind lifts me up
But you will have flown and gone
We are but seabirds
Seabirds
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Post-It Lessons
03:35
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Remember when you told your friends
That I could not get out of bed?
Well I'm walkin', down to the bus stop
And you may not remember this,
But I'll tell you, so get off your shit now lady
Remember when you told me I should
Go out there and get a job?
Well I found one, yeah I rolled up my sleeves
And if this is all in that "real world",
Then from where did your bankroll come from?
Did you find it?
Was it given?
Yeah, what is "earned"?
Remember when I came back home,
And your friend in the shower
And two voices laughing?
With his clothes strewn all about
Well, it's about time one of us gets the hell out
Remember when we came back home
To furniture stuck with post-it notes
For your taking back to your new home?
Well, I was just a kid back then,
But leaving always means the same thing
Oh, it's all coming down
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If the steam drill broke John Henry,
What can my hands do in this city?
And what can a quiet man do in a frightened neighborhood?
Oh, tell me, where are we going?
Yeah, the summer's getting heavy
And you and your friends will dress so pretty
If I try and take this sidewalk heat-rock as a bed
And let me rest deep
Some men get used to it
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6. |
Self-Empowerment Song
03:40
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I'm a self-made man, with feathers in my hat
Yeah I can, yeah I...
When I stroll downtown, the women gather 'round
Waving their fans, they wave their hands
And I know 12 languages
And I can sing Glen Hansard French
I'm an old grizzly oak; my hands are 10-foot boughs
Shake my hand, shake my...
As you will note, my beard produces wool
I'm a man. I'm a man.
And I have telescopic eyes
And I can see through the lies you spread
When I leave this Earth
They will kill a calf in honor of me
And all of the people will dance and sing
The kids will dance
The kids will dance
I'm so in control, nothing can take hold
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7. |
Ekkyklema
05:37
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I've got two more hours to go
'Till it's been ten days straight
But send them off, send them off
All your friendly eyes
Send them off, send them off
Because I've got to hoe where the yard's overgrown
And water, and water.
"See him, watch! This crooked old show
Hear him turn a brogue
And set it off, set it off
'Cause we've got to know, while the lights are all up
The onus. A chorus..."
I've got a home, it's a loop of a mile
With stairs all built in helical style
I've got a yard, it's blooming out flies
"So, now, what's this pool on the floor?
What are these new lies?
Send along, yes send along
The curtains and the lights
Shut it off, shut it off
And exit the rear by the concessionaire"
And low light, and low light
I've got a home in the loop of the sky
I go to it from time to time
I want to know how the seraphim decide
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Long Drive
02:34
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Out long on the road
Remember to answer my phone,
And hear you say, "Come home to these arms wide,
No longer to take flight, leave anymore"
Now lying alone
You say this is no longer your home
You'll go out, drinking in the moonlight
That life that fits just right, and dream evermore
But low tide still comes right to the shore
And moonlight still shines bright on my car
Don't answer the phone
We'll stop when we reach our home
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Riding to your house Sunday
It was noon-ish, and the wind, it was ok
You were sitting in the main room, in your chair
They told me that you may not be quite well
But your lips were pale, and your eyelids stood still
I took you back, back into your room
And how weirdly it felt to breathe for you
Your mother she showed up so composed
Your sister had to pour out all her woes
And Isabel, she cried, though she couldn't have known why
And out the door, spring petals were borne
Just as they're wont to do
She likes it when I whistle little things
'Bout the Sun, and its coming to darling
So I plunked this little tune while the light
Shone peaceful all over her blue eyes
And David lied still in the room, where he will
If all the things we strive to keep
Were wounded, I would keep them still
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Oakland
04:07
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Oh, brother, tell me
How much death have we seen
How much we've known?
And how much more before we're grown up
And all I wanted
Was to be whole 'fore I see that Sun explode
Whole
And oh, their eyes
I feel them
How they're watching us
Oh, brother, show me
How to make it through this town when you're not home
Remind me how to love a cold soul
And all our folks said
Was find a home that could keep us from that cold
Home
And oh, their eyes
I feel them
How they wait for us!
Oh, how they speak to us!
All along
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Indian Rock
03:35
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Take the money you're gettin from home
Get a hotel room on the coast
And roam the tide pools
And drink in night-fulls
But what is life without love? I don't know
What is love when your wine's full?
I'll spend the summer learning to climb
Have a cup for to save all my dimes
Get back to the road
Try to find home
'Cause what is life without love? I don't know
And what is love when you're in motion?
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Cummings Mountain
05:42
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James, my brother, it's been a long time
From the alleys into our own lives
We spilled cold water to bury our fears
And I spent all those days just to have these years
The oaks past the home we climbed
To find out, to know
And I still hold to the rope
Every father dreads of the day
His girl discovers black mascara
And every son loathes of the time
That his mother pours the red wine
And I'll pour the boldest kind
To try it, to know
And I find it hollow
To my lovers, don't give me shine
Give me solace to face the design
And to my brother, a cup when he wears
I'll spend all these days just to have these years
I'll spend all these days just to have these years
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13. |
Song Idea
02:54
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I don't know which way you go home
And I don't know which roads you go on
Where you go
I don't know which beds you lay on
And I don't know which fears you dwell on when you lose control
Don't have to know
I know I can't keep blaming you for all
I can't control
Now I sing wherever I roam
Now I dance just to hear my soles tap on the stone
Yeah, that's the note
I get to watch my Willow grow old
Yeah, that's a home
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