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Sunrise to Speak of
03:41
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Something’s strange about tonight and sounds I’ve never heard
From poets leaned at three degrees to mumble spoken words
Of incidents I must have missed from back behind the bar
And only years will solve this now in someone else’s arms
Up again in half the time, we sit around and wait
And though we’ve met at times before, I’ve never seen the face
But M’s is melting down again, he’s spent and laid outside
Nobody there to comfort him, just marching eyes and wide
Something’s strange about tonight
And sounds I’ve never heard
From poets leaned at three degrees to mumble spoken words
Of incidents I must have missed from back behind the bar
And only years will solve this now in someone else’s arms
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2. |
Think
02:18
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Think if we hadn’t met that night and you had a different life
Different people who you cared about and feelings realigned
How you might have spent those years, let the question disappear
Just scenarios I think about when things aren’t crystal clear
What if you had to change your mind because roles were reassigned
And you read the situation wrong and nothing was defined
Maybe things would be more prosperous or maybe total trash
Maybe it’s not worth considering the things that haven’t passed
What if we never took a risk and we hadn’t done all this
All the goals that we accomplished by suggestion or a wish
Look, I’m glad that it worked out like this and I’m not changing things
Just some lyrics and a melody so I have words to sing
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3. |
Cartoons
02:51
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It consistently goes like this when I find myself downtown
I start it out with an elaborate plan and then I ended up sorta driving around
Cause they’re giving out shots in my parking lot spot where I like to sit and watch cartoons
And I’m fixing to give up and maybe go back home here soon
I put on cologne for this and stopped to wash my car
And ran into my neighbor on his motorcycle there
He told me that he overpaid and turned to walk inside
And I drove off and waved to say goodbye
Whoah oh oh
I have never been a fearless man but I can do it when I’m scared enough
Who knew driving around downtown would be so tough?
It consistently goes like this when I find myself downtown
I start it out with an elaborate plan and then I ended up sorta driving around
Cause they’re giving out shots in my parking lot spot where I like to sit and watch cartoons
And I’m fixing to give up and maybe go back home here soon
Whoah oh oh
I have never been a fearless man but I can do it when I’m scared enough
Who knew driving around downtown would be so tough?
I have never been a fearless man but I can do it when I’m scared enough
Who knew driving around downtown would be so tough?
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4. |
The Perfect Woman
03:31
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Oh I was confident. No nervous laughter or pausing conversations or placing my feet in my shoes in my mouth only comfort and casual stares
In the candlelight in the twilight in the summertime
First came a welcome invitation and then a few drinks and now we’re being asked to leave
And we’re out for a walk by the waterfall and there’s music and words I will never believe
But I want to, I want to forget about everything I actually need
Now I want recommendations, and I’m asking for advice
And I’m leaving my phone in the other room, and I’m laying awake three quarters of the night
And I’m miserable waiting for some kind of sign but not guilty of wondering why
It’s not my fault you’re the perfect woman
It’s not my fault I’ve got no Idea what to do
It’s not my fault you’re the perfect woman honey there’s not one single thing I can find the matter with you.
I met a lady from Germany one time, I met a lady from Japan
And then all the way around the world this one time a lady from Switzerland.
With a fire in her heart and tenacity, righteous intellect and talented hands.
I never gave her any status though
Mother nature kinda did it herself
As if creation held a meeting of the virtues and decided that she ought to sit higher up than everybody else
And that reality is leaving me stranded now
And this wisdom is making me cry
It’s not my fault you’re the perfect woman
It’s not my fault I’ve got no Idea what to do
It’s not my fault you’re the perfect woman honey there’s not one single thing I can find the matter with you.
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5. |
Fast and Slow
03:47
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Talk about the way you feel in love and how it goes fast and slow
On about the days when it was safe and it could only go
Standing up and bristled on your skin, soft against the glow
And gradually you’d go over sideways, reaching out for things you could grab on your way to the floor
And soon enough you’d feel things weren’t stable, only two positions of contact when you needed one more
Now you howl the motives of your heart, breathing fast and slow
And try to eye the profiles in the shade, and turn to keep them low
And start to make some sense out of the symbolism everywhere you go
And suddenly you’d find yourself sideways releasing all the things that you’d grabbed on your way to the floor
And waiting the moments that you’d broken and feeling every piece of your body right down to the pores
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6. |
Writing the Words
02:55
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Turn it off, I thought it through, I’d rather cross a room
To pick up the news and read letters from you and look some information up
And put on some tunes from when we were in school and those kinds of things mattered a lot to you
Like it was still 1992
Knotted up, and punched in the guts from a job I’d not gotten to
And scratched in dust in the side of the moon visible in the afternoon
And pushed down to messes around the room that will just have to sit there until I’m through
Doing this thing I feel the need to do for you
I’m writing the words
Coming out of my mouth and popping into my mind
I’m writing the words all down and they’re gonna make you mine
I’m writing the words
Off the top of my head and from the back of my mind
I’m the words all down before I run out of time
A hundred months have passed since then and many friends we knew
And many things we overcame and everything we now do
So while I still remember I’ll retire to the bedroom
Impress this pen and paper and write all I want to say to you
I’m writing the words
Coming out of my mouth and popping into my mind
I’m writing the words all down and they’re gonna make you mine
I’m writing the words
Off of the top of my head and out of the back of my mind
I’m the words all down before I run out of time
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7. |
Let Me Die
03:43
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I once tried cracking wise and telling fables of my life
But anybody who I sat by would not laugh but roll their eyes
And I burned up with these feelings of embarrassment inside
For I did not have experience or confidence or pride
So I concocted several strategies for shutting off my lights
Like asphyxiating on elaborate homemade devices
Or maybe fall with my eyes closed on a set of carving knives
Or a box of painless sleeping pills oh god just let me die
Let me die
Later on I could chill out a bit and talk about my fears
And I found they are pervasive in my generation here
And I learned I’m not so special in my echoes of regret
For the questionable things I’ve said and done and did not get
But in the monologue I tell myself the message won’t subside
All the failures and rejections that I’ve been through once or twice
And the times when my weak efforts got me laughed and denied
And the times when I did wrong oh fuck oh god just let me die
Let me die
Cause I can’t seem to move past this so open up both my wrists and die
Let me die
Cause I ain’t meant to live like this so shut me up, cut my wrists and die
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8. |
Only the Good Things
03:02
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Opened a letter from the IRS
Reading dear Jon you’ve got yourself in a mess
Nine hundred reasons piling up on your stress
Nine hundred dollars now no more and no less I guess
It won’t get me depressed
Cause I see only the good things
Only the good things
Only the good things
I overslept and left my house in distress
Went on directions to a different address
I want forgiveness and I want to be blessed
I want fulfillment and I want my success I guess
It won’t get me depressed
Cause I see only the good things
Only the good things
Only the good things
All this attraction that I fail to profess
Paid no attention to your manners of dress
All this emotion that I try and repress
I am inspired by it nevertheless I guess
It won’t get me depressed
Cause I see only the good things
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9. |
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Well I can’t recall how I got to be poor
And I don’t understand what I’m laboring for
And there’s frightening news from the surgery floor
And I can’t afford my dog anymore
No I can’t afford my dog
No I can’t afford my dog anymore
Anymore
The numbers I sell by the digit now mostly second day mostly in the south
I asked the government to help me out til I’ve sorted out what I’m all about
Not super stoked about what I got in my kitchen sink and my bank account
It’s only less than the sense of dread that won’t let me sleep in my second hand bed
But I own a house and like thirty five doors
And a car that won’t start and a lack of support
And a trembling fear of the grocery store
And I can’t afford my dog anymore
No I can’t afford my dog
No I can’t afford my dog anymore
Anymore
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10. |
Never Loud Enough
03:45
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The bird was never swift enough to stay out of those claws
Or repel the lesser forces and the universal laws
But it did confront the limits of the time and what is was
And it still remained a perfect day for all the other doves
But the piece is never finished and my life will always be rushed and the music’s never loud enough
I feel it in the ridge of my fingerprint and it rides along my arm and then it changes my anatomy and it keeps my body warm
Awakens me to action like the sound of an alarm
And then it gives my life a reason and ideas I can build on
But the piece is never finished and my life will always be rushed and the music’s never loud enough
It led me to the bed of a woman once, she loved and held me close, and she talked about how good it felt to sigh and just let go
And I fell asleep in seconds and I never could have known who would stay and who would not come back, and who would die alone
But the piece is never finished and my life will always be rushed and the music’s never loud enough
Yeah the piece is never finished and my life will always be rushed and the music’s never loud enough
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