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1. |
Schoolyard
04:25
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One shot to kill
You’ve got one chance to thrill me
Maybe you should go in for the bullseye
I’m just a boy
And you’re not a little baby
Don’t go running naked with your shoes untied
Mary says that you can stand up on your head
I don’t know if I believe a word that Mary says
If you don’t wanna show me I won’t pressure you
I’ll be lying in the tall grass after school
Where do you go
When I don’t follow you there
Do you go away
Some place cross the country
I feel my face
Get hot with this feeling
Some sudden urge
To hold you close to me
Quiet steps outside
Round the woods behind my old house
There we did the things we said we’d never do
I caught you once
climbing trees you weren’t allowed to
Just to see if I’d come out looking for you
Mama told me not to mess with boys like you
But I will never answer by my mamas rules
You are my forgiveness to her seething tongue
Catch me in the back after the school bells rung
Where do you go
When I don’t follow you there there
Do you go away
Some place cross the country
I feel my face
Get hot and uneven
You’ve got a way
Of bringing that out in me
Where do you go
When I don’t follow you there
Do you go away
Some place cross the country
I feel my face
Get hot with this feeling
Some sudden urge
To hold you close to me
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2. |
Meeting Someone
04:39
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Nails scratch the grain
Wood of the bar
Oh what a taste of decadent tar
A man approaches Kate
He knows her friend
But Kate doesn’t remember where she’s been
Go grab a pen
I’ll give you a call
Drinks run my end
Of possible brawls
For everyone’s a stranger at the bar
But each one needs the other as their sparring partner
And everyone goes home at least round four
But two’s the time to tell you what your offers worth
Of meeting someone whos
Seeing someone whos
Meeting someone whos
Leaving someone new
We step outside
The people condense
Sharp flicks of light
Appear in their breath
And drunkenness raids you
Provokes and evades you
The men at the bar seem sure of themselves
San Pedro releases
Their envy increases
You’re sure it’s a game
At least someones
No sound will last from dusk till the dawn
Quick witted foes forget to move on
And Kate is drunk you’re putting her to bed
Her head filled with liquor and her slight protest to
Meeting someone who’s
Seeing someone who’s
Leaving someone who’s
Meeting someone new
Meeting someone who’s
Seeing someone who’s
Needing someone who’s
Leaving someone who’s
Meeting someone who’s
Seeing someone who’s
Needing someone who’s
Meeting someone new
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3. |
Irish Goodbye
03:52
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I just can’t shake this feeling that I’ve gone done something bad
Standing round this party that I know
I shouldn’t be at
I’m camped out in the hallway
Hiding hole is in the bathroom
Calculating conversations needing to get passed through
I start thinking what it’d be like
After this is over
Would I stick round here to see you out
Or take the fast route
Dodging all the wild unsightly eyes of the barflies
Trying to get my butt outside the door
But then your face awaits me
Telling me to wait and see where the night will take me
Put me in the palm of your hand
And I’ll follow you blindly
Take to you kindly
Outside of the bar the rain lacquers the lane in silver
Varnishing my heavy state of mind
In homegrown liquor
Quick I’ve made my stealthy exit
Felt the cold release my tension
I expected me to feel less frightened
Than I do now
And I can’t stand the feeling
When my chest swells up like that
It all feels so dramatic I am fragile
Did I tell you that?
I am drunk with wanting wishing
And abating
You with all the care
I keep locked up
As per usual I puff my cigarette
lean my back against the
wet wall I fall gently to the side
Again
You stand to embrace me
Telling me to turn it in
the wind will take care you see
Home rests in the palm of a hand
I’ll give it a grand standing “O”
And send it to bed
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4. |
Potbelly Jesus
01:53
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Potbelly Jesus has a bone to pick
With Father John and Brother Dick
They say, "how can we be saved by a boy with an apple
In a plexiglass case in a big old chapel?"
The busy New Yorkers they rant and rave
While standing at the foot of a very shallow grave
Read the news in the morning
Pick and choose in the morning
Conversations at the art museum
Man of sorrow and a mourning virgin
They all play poker with sinners and surgeons
Champagne flows at the table of the Lord
At the matchstick’s end of a very long sword
God loves to gamble and so do I
Subdued by the priest in the back getting high
He says that earth's full of lonely men
Who’ll lose what they have to get it back again
We'll never go to hell
We'll just show and tell
Conversations at the art museum
Well, Jesus loves to gamble and so do I
We're on a winning streak
Betting low and riding high
Says that earth's full of lonely men
Saw it on the news channel
9 on at 10
And he's completely naked
And I'm eating an apple
Conversations at the art museum
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5. |
Fifteen
04:22
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Picture it slowly
Make it complete
You’re in the backseat
Fairer winds blowing
Caravan crawls
Up the mountainside
Sneak through the school gate
Getting late
Moms gonna kill me
Meteor shower
When else but late would it be?
What if I knew
What was better for myself or for my friends
If I stayed in
Sacramento would I be so different?
Everyone leaves there anyway
Some time or rather I bet I’d have given in
You are fifteen everything lights up around you
You are fifteen you’re brand new
You are fifteen you say yes and bite the bullet
You are fifteen got no clue
Back at the diner
On Roseville boulevard
You are screaming at me on the
Phone to come home
I’m two hours past my curfew
Stuck at the diner
Don’t gotta ride
Or any money
I’m stealing fries and biding my time
Till they drive me home
And you had it all
But you sure “know better” now
Still the same missed calls
From your mom tryna track you down
You are fifteen don’t worry you’re just beginning
You are fifteen you’ve got time
You are fifteen I wish I had known you better
You are fifteen you’ll be fine
What if I knew
What was better for myself or for my friends
If I stayed in
Sacramento would I be so different
Everyone leaves there anyway
Some time or rather I bet I’d have given in
You are 15 everyone says you look older
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6. |
Sloane/Small Fire
04:27
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Sloane
You’re the best I’ve ever known
Sloane
You’re the best I’ve ever known
You can peel the garlic
I will cut the onions
I don’t mind the tear gas
I’ve done worse than cry
You can light the candles
I know that’s your favorite
Anything to please you
I intend to make myself the
Bachelor of Texarkana
For my love and sweet devotion
Is too much to give one person
Sloane
Rode my bike all the way home
Sloane
Would you pick me up a beer on your way back
Sloane
I’ve waited many years on your way back
Sloane
Of all the people I have known
I’ve never met someone quite as cool as you are
We can finish cooking and eat in the front yard
Voluntary fasting for your new religion
Testing out mechanics
I intend to start a small fire
In an empty pyre
I will tend to my dear small fire
For my own survival x4
You make me nervous
Of course, not on purpose
It’s only the weight, of those tennis ball eyes
There’s mystery about you
One that won’t crack on the side of my pan
My cast iron pan
You make me nervous
Of course, not on purpose
It’s only the weight of those tennis ball eyes
There’s mystery about you
One that won’t crack on the side of my pan
For breakfast demands
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Whirlybird New York, New York
Trans sound maker with a penchant for birds
Atlanta, New York
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