1. |
Visual Learner
04:42
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I kept getting stuck at your house
Yesterday was totally insane
Nothing really happened out of place
Just your face is moving out of phase
It’s a phase
focus on my alter-good time
anna tipping back in her chair
I can’t really see it both ways
pressing her palms to her hair
it’s a dare
No special feeling
About your leaving
I crushed your reasons
in mine
focus on the altar this time
yesterday is taking up space
flickering burners, visual learner
man i just can’t see it both ways
that’s ok
that’s so strange
No special feeling
About your leaving
I crushed your reasons
in mine
see you in my room
see you in my room
sorting things according to
some frustrating rule
no special feeling
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2. |
Charlie Rose
02:44
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I found you stoned
sticking to the sofa
a summer stink
wafting through the window
slap another picture to the wall
you're 20/20 and I can't see it all
sleepwalking, up against the wall
smoothtalking and I can't hear it all
maybe I'll see you on charlie rose,
maybe I'll see you when I don't know
maybe I'll see you on charlie rose,
maybe I'll see you when I don't know
you're up all night
sleeping through the day time
you feed me a line
I'll turn another blind eye
pull another rabbit out your hat
more tricks to keep us all coming back
who knew you'd saw yourself in half
please don't be another disappearing act
maybe I'll see you on charlie rose,
maybe I'll see you when I don't know
maybe I'll see you on charlie rose,
maybe I'll see you when I don't know
where are you now?
a bigger wooden table
out in the black
they're turning on the bright lights
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3. |
Constant Defender
03:27
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Been my baby
For so long
That your eyes filmed over, when I moved your head the pillow stunk
But in your sickness you could
Watch me through all my busy changes
To the room I cut your tapestry in two
You blinked a code
Inner arrows
Outer bows
Who will do the cleaning, when your muscles seize
The guests go home?
Cannot stand for all the
Things go wrong
I am overzealous, in my hands the golden tongs to turn the meat
I wink, you eat
Got my robes tangled in yours
Slavish jaws, ermine cold sore
Have it your way, I can’t stand it
Tapped into the best forgiveness
Lucky with you, lucky without
Spread my luck all over
Like a salve on every child’s doubts
Been away for the important games
I will wear it backwards
You are lost without my face
Without my face
I deemed it so
Better late than intrusive
Bought it twice, never used it
Have it your way I can’t stand it
Tapped into the best forgiveness
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4. |
Honeymooners
04:43
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When I'm talking to your hands
In your pockets I can't trust
And you bore me with your plans
And my fingers turn to rust
I'm the pillar of your tongue
You set me at the speed you like
I can never come undone
I can feel the inside right?
I'd like to
Like to get to like you
I'd like to
Like to get to like you
Make a sound to reassure
I'll keep growing when I'm dead
And it's rest I'm looking for
In those pictures of your bed
I'd like to
Like to get to like you
I'd like to
Like to get to like you
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5. |
Silhouette of a Tree
03:30
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Holy for the weekend
wake to strangers pulling
everyone I blessed
coming back in two
Shiva hovers through my
screen door, frowning largely
has a word upstairs with
convalescent you
often it’s just me
often that’ll do
You’re just a silhouette of a tree
You’re just a silhouette
of a silhouette of branches
and leaves
honey spreading down my
acne. you’re a lover
in and out of bed
with or without too
less is on my mind
when my mind’s on you
you’re just a silhouette of a tree
you’re just a silhouette
of a silhouette of branches
and leaves
branches and leaves
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6. |
Memphis
02:42
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You're so fucking dumb
You don't have friends
You just have fun
You think you're Woody Allen,
But you're really just high strung
You're so fucking dumb
Put it (x5)
Put it in your pocket
Cut a picture from a magazine
And paste it in your locket
A wallet size photo of the family that cares
Coffee stains and cigarettes and little affairs but
Put it (x5)
Put it in your pocket
Down to Memphis for the trial
You spent the greyhound in denial
It's not the sort of problem you can fix with just your smile
Down to Memphis for the trial
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7. |
Beauty Kings
03:39
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Beauty kings
I don't know what you came here for
But I heard you say my name
And then a name I'd never heard before
Beauty kings
I don't know what you came here for
But it's always on my mind
It's always dragging on my
Basement floor
Missed my chance to be what I should be
Sitting on your shoulders wasn't bad
Fucked up in your kitchen
On my favorite premonition
Forced to try and steal what I should have
Beauty kings
I don't know what you came here for
But I heard you say my name
And then a name I'd never heard before
Beauty kings
I don't know what you came here for
But it's always on my mind
It's always banging on my
My front door
This second's just one second in the past
I'm saving up my box tops for the prize
I talk but never listen
In my most comfortable position
I grit my teeth and smile too hard to laugh
This seconds just one second in the past.
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8. |
Magnet
03:26
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I always find myself
drawn to the nape of your neck
like a magnet, like a magnet
the smell of your skin
it's the way that you draw me in
like a magnet, like a magnet
wish I had the time
if I state my claim, could it all be mine?
wish I had the time
to live here my whole life, live here all my life and
I guess if the shoe fits
like a magnet, like a magnet
like a magnet, like a magnet
I always find myself
drawn to the nape of your neck
like a magnet, like a magnet
the feathers of your hair
on my tongue with every single kiss
like a magnet, like a magnet
nirvana and sublime
all those 90s bands, yeah they'd all be fine
as words to describe
all the feelings that I get when I'm
sticking to your neck, to your neck
like a magnet, like a magnet
like a magnet, like a magnet
like a magnet, like a magnet
like a magnet, like a magnet
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