1. |
Got My Number
02:26
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I wanna be
as soft as the deep blue sea
I wanna see
as far as a blank canvas canopy
If you got my number
why won't you use it on me?
I wanna ride
as smooth as nursery rhyme melody
I wanna hide
my love inside the belly of an ugly beast
If you got my number
why won't you use it on me?
Hey girl, use it on me.
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I make myself tea in an orange kettle
a woman gave to me it was her grandmother's
and I'm not getting out of bed today
the world is frozen and the sky is grey
got a couple books I wanna finish reading
gotta couple years I gotta keep on sleeping through
writing letters in my mind
with various forms of blue
point of view has gotten kind of hazy
perspective's less objective losing creativity
saw a nativity scene on my tv screen
and swear to god baby jesus winked at me
turn down the heat and I pull up the covers
throw a couple hail marys thinking of my mother
and hoping that she's staying warm
that she's not worried even though she should be
kaleidoscope of every girl I've kissed
a thousand journal entries of the friends I miss
stopped keeping track long ago
where I'm from never constitutes as home
two empty bottles on the nightstand glistening
I'm on the other side of the wall listening
I wonder who will find me first
I hope it's not that lady from the church
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3. |
Made For TV
03:24
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I've got,
I've got no reason
in space there are no seasons
I've got your nose you know
moondust,
blood in the drizzle
on earth your love will fizzle
that something there was air
take me,
take me for granted
your bangs are wacked out and slanted
in zero gravity
why aren't you laughing with me?
the end,
the end is near us
sweet orange juice on the bus
see stars
I'm seeing stars
what city has no Broadway?
spacetime gives you some leeway
rework your working terms
the rings around both our eyes
sleepless and planets size
x-rays,
extra precise
why aren't you laughing with me?
drug induced
made for tv
mini-series
freakout
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4. |
If You Run, I'll Run
02:50
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you've got a mouthful
of discount menthol cigarettes
won't eat a damn thing
let the boys cum on your cheeks
walk to the show
corner of monroe
I can't feel my toes
and it shows
I'm walking into
you know
there are other places we could go
we should go
and now my knuckles crack
never having any fun
we're talking shit in the back
let's take 90 west
leave everyone else
we might find my muse
your moon
the pacific or we're immune
to a.m. radio
never would've known,
never would've known
there's places
where it does not snow
we choose to go the places where it will
and we could run away
run away
I remember we were walking so slow
I remember we were walking
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Sometimes that quiet desperation
can find a pretty voice
and you can sing it all night long
she was lit by the coke machine
I barely even saw her
a barefoot beauty humming "Greensleeves"
a melody so haunting
I try
to satisfy
my wild, wild wants
sometimes it's like the walls are breathing
and the breaths get deeper
I bought a diet coca-cola
she asked me for some change and smiled
I gave her three state quarters
she said, "I'm only sixteen,
but I bet that you thought I was older.
I try
to satisfy
my wild, wild wants"
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6. |
Water and Bread
05:52
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my baby
she's got legs like a spider bite
so tight
crawling up my spine almost every night
I see I see I see
a light brite smile in the dark
it's her teeth
she's aiming for me
and I'm sinking beneath
get me out of this bed
get me out of this bed
I need water and bread
get me out of this bed
get me out of this bed
she's getting into my head
my baby
she's got eyes like the ocean side
so vast
crashing at my flesh like a camera flash
I hear I hear I hear
a sweet blonde cinnamon song
it's her voice
she's singing for me and I'm falling asleep
get me out of this bed
get me out of this bed
I need water and bread
get me out of this bed
get me out of this bed
she's getting into my head
my baby
she's got legs like a spider bite
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7. |
Oh, Julia
03:06
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Oh, Julia
my love's a storm
of which you have been warned
and if you're caught
in the calming eye
lay still and please don't die
windows shatter all around
the town flips upside down
know that was only our first kiss
a mere taste of bliss
your brown hair is golden
that's my heart you're holding
Oh, Julia
we're spinning fast
can this perfection last?
color theory will hold us tight
but weddings are black and white
and funerals are meant to dance
let's bury this romance
rebuild the ruins of embrace
instead of fanning flames
your brown hair is golden
that's my heart you're holding
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8. |
White Noise Woman
02:50
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He said, "man,
you gotta watch out for those girls in the bands
all they ever wanna do is get drunk and dance."
I said, "man,
you can't understand how i felt last night
my feet were light
my head was dizzy
for once in my life I loved this city.
Yeah, just for the night"
reveal yourself slow
like white noise on the radio
I know girl
you are the type that will walk the world
but with each step your heart becomes unfurled
you know girl
the things that you want are the things that you've got
just like a firefly in a jar
the magic you are
once captured
begins to stop
just please don't stop
reveal yourself slow
like white noise on the radio
a cab took her away
what a dream
dream she will stay
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9. |
Cancer Mouth
06:14
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hey cancer mouth
I wanna kiss you in the gravel teeth
get this feeling that you're scared of me
I come around and you can barely breath
the tv
the tv screams murder
the tv screams
don't flinch my love
it may cut to the bone but the knife is not sharp
no need to romanticize the heart
that's not even where my touch would start
the tv
the tv screams murder
the tv screams
my hands are clean
just listen and you'll see
it takes two to pull bodily triggers
inevitably someone's aim is better
the tv
the tv screams murder
the tv screams
hey cancer mouth
your firework eyes have lost their spark
we're a smoldering pair sitting in the dark
under the chime of smoke alarm
the tv
the tv screams murder
the tv screams
hey I'm still talking
where do you think you're going?
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10. |
Look Back
02:18
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I don't know your name
but I call it anyway
in the night
in the pouring rain
I'm waiting on your voice
a sweet resolve
to fill my void
but I don't think you'll
look back now
I run after you
my legs are lame
my breath is turning blue
the moving sidewalk sprints
as you check your watch
my body starts to split
and I don't think you'll
look back now
what am I to do
but spend my life
chasing you
I don't know your name
but I sing it in my sleep
and flows
like cheap champagne
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