1. |
One
02:20
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I wanna wear your coat,
Shrink until I fit within the lining.
Wanna get inside your mind
So I can be the one,
I can be the one who knows.
This time.
I wanna wear your coat,
Stretch until it tears apart at the seams.
Wanna know what you know
So I can be the one,
I can be the one who goes.
This time.
I can be the one, I can be the one,
I can be the one, I can be the one who knows.
I can be the one, I can be the one who goes.
This time.
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2. |
Stevie's Black Heart
03:52
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I took holidays in your black heart.
Thought I was so smart locked in a lifelong vacation.
Said it didn’t matter what books I read,
Or if I read, or if I got out of bed.
And I believed it.
I spent centuries in your black heart.
Felt like a work of art, gossamer wings pulled apart.
Said it didn’t matter I had no friends,
You were my friend, you’d be my friend ‘til the end.
And I believed it.
It should have meant something to you.
I should have meant something to you.
It should have meant something to you.
I should have meant something to you.
After all this time, I should have meant a lot more to you.
It should have meant something.
It should have meant something to you.
I should have meant--
I should have meant a lot more to you.
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3. |
Valentine
04:15
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Though I’d been making choices all this time
But that could never be true
When you know more than I do.
Thought I was steering but
I was just fumbling around
Hands reaching out to anchor myself.
Finding nothing.
Everything you said,
Every picture you painted
Was done with my hand.
I just don’t wanna be a fool.
Thought I was connected and
That your sounds were my sounds.
Is that really what the truth’s all about?
Finding something.
Everything you said,
Every picture you painted
Was done with my hand.
I just don’t wanna be a fool.
I still want it.
I just don’t wanna be a fool.
I just don’t wanna be your fool.
Always known what I wanted.
Should I be punished for it?
Made me your little fool.
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4. |
Little Tough Girl
02:54
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Wednesday wrote a song to break my heart;
She screams it from the top of the stairs.
Digs her nails into my thighs
To remind me I’m hers alone.
She domesticated me,
Now I want domestic things.
There’s no clock ticking—
There’s no time at all.
Wednesday’s chasing trouble endlessly;
She wants what’s yours and wants what’s mine.
Rattling the floorboards above
And shaking down all the walls.
She domesticated me,
Now I want domestic things.
There’s no clock ticking—
There’s no time at all.
I told her I have lost my patience
And I don’t have any more sympathy.
All I have is that part of me
That would die without her.
That’s what holds me.
She domesticated me,
Now I want domestic things.
There’s no clock ticking—
There’s no time at all.
There's no time at all.
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She doesn’t listen to reason.
Says it’s nowhere to be found.
How could it be her house is not her house?
She doesn’t know anyone,
She doesn’t know anyone anymore.
She doesn’t know anyone,
She doesn’t know anyone.
We’re sudden strangers.
“Stop telling me the word for window,
It’s not a window,” she said.
“If I can’t see 28th Street
Then it’s empty promises.
This isn’t where I live.”
She’s stopped talking to me,
Voice decayed to hisses and growls.
Used to tell me if she was scared and turned around.
Cries, “Anything can happen,
Anything can happen to me.
Anything can happen."
Cries, "Anything can happen
To me now.”
“Stop telling me the word for window,
It’s not a window,” she said.
“If I can’t see 28th Street
Then it’s empty promises.
This isn’t where I live.”
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6. |
Margot T.
03:32
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Heard your name for the first time
In I don’t know how many days.
Isn’t it strange how
Everything becomes the past.
Whether or not that’s what I asked for.
I’m still standing, is that how it goes?
And where it stops, nobody knows.
Wish I could believe I’d see you again.
If not alive, then at least dead.
But that’s not what happens.
No, that’s not what happens.
It’s not the same but at least I’m not
Waiting for you to say anything.
You claimed you wrote plays then
Turned away when I would ask
How come I never see you writing?
You’re still standing, is that how it goes?
And where it stops, nobody knows.
Wish I could believe I’d see you again.
If not alive, then at least dead.
But that’s not what happens.
No, that’s not what happens.
It’s all right, you can take Manhattan.
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7. |
Wartime, Florence
03:37
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Sweetie, if I loved you once
I could love you again.
Starts just like it ends:
With a kiss.
Most of my life, I wanted to die
Looking in your eyes.
It’s wartime, Florence,
And I’m wounded.
Maybe it was bad,
But it was so fucking good,
It was so fucking good like that.
And maybe I was sad,
But it was so fucking good,
It was so fucking good I’d forget.
Sweetie, a dose of reality
Stops my imagining.
Drags me back to bed…
I never left.
Maybe it was bad,
But it was so fucking good,
It was so fucking good like that.
And maybe I was sad,
But it was so fucking good,
It was so fucking good I’d forget.
I don’t want to pretend.
I just want to keep moving, keep moving.
I just want to keep moving, keep moving.
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Trying to be better,
A better version of me.
Don’t need to bruise
Everything that I touch.
Don’t tell me the solution
Is holding my own hand.
I don’t wanna be a memory,
I wanna be physical.
When is creation destruction
And when is it not?
Wish you’d tell me what I did
To get what I got.
Mouth charred like burnt paper.
Where was I on your body
When you did those things?
Can’t decide if I see
Any trace of our time.
If the wind is howling
And the sky fades to white
And my skin flies apart like leaves,
Where was I? Who was I?
When is creation destruction
And when is it not?
Wish you’d tell me what I did
To get what I got.
Mouth charred like burnt paper.
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9. |
Auld Lang Syne
02:22
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We two have paddled in the stream
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne,
We’ll drink a cup.
And forget some,
Maybe most,
Maybe enough
Of days gone by.
Auld lang syne.
Auld lang syne.
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