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A Song About Travel
05:21
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Make friction with our fingers start a fire
Indulge ourselves and perspire
Climb till we can't climb higher
Then retire
I buy the steak that you like from the store
Even though it costs a little bit more
You know fresh from the counter kind
With those intertwining vines
Marbled fat but not too much fat
Kiss my cheek walk out the door
Why can't you stay home?
Why do you travel all alone?
I'm standing at the window babe please come home.
This studio apartment is a living thing I've found
It speaks to me when I hit the ground
The sound it ricochets like a renegade buckshot round
I wake up on that same ground
Where you found me when you got home
Why can't you stay home?
Why do you travel all alone?
I'm standing at the window babe please come home.
Warm our clammy hands by the fire
Put in work, get paid to perspire
Climb till we can't climb higher
Then retire
I know I'm not a spade in this deck I'm not an ace
In your chest I trust I have a place
But stalled on the Tarmac you found another face
You're moving to another place
Strike a damp match revive the fire
Force an attempt at desire
Give up cause you're so tired
Then get fired
Babe don't you turn your back
Don't put your toothbrush in your sack
I'll be standing at the window when you come runnin on back.
Babe don't you turn your back
Don't put your toothbrush in your sack
I'll be standing at the window I hope you're coming back
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2. |
A Waltz
06:37
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And the haze is intoxicating with scintillating tribulating water flowing down to where it all disappears. Nothing I've learned yet here has made me regret all the cold days spent foolish ways not following you back. The dark damp mass on floor before you standing in the garage begs for a little warmth. But I wake up the next day with chocolate stained teeth I forgot to do the laundry again.
I'm trapped in rooms of purely necessary sundries wondering did I forget to do the laundry again
Mahogany, waltz me to sleep
Mahogany, tuck in my sheets
Whiskey, color my dreams
I hope I live to see the day when this big bubble pops and all the mess that rains down on us is thunderbolts and lollipops and crashing waves and failing crops when the last surviving cowboy drops when the moon shines brighter than the sun on the run from the cops who can't tell right from wrong but stop, those loitering punk-ass kids just trying to learn what life is. Cleaning up from the rumble on tumble dry low I'll do my laundry again.
Mahogany, waltz me to sleep
Mahogany, tuck in my sheets
Whiskey, poison my dreams
So I trust the girl who says I'm growing old as I want to be before I take my leave and stand bereaved. I'll join the masses in the scores of aftermaths but I may never find a winning path. I can't blame you for that. With excess shame I'll export blame and reach my good hand for my cane, regretting and forgetting the last time I came.
Dull my senses with picket fences but where's the sense in that. I forgot to do the laundry again.
Mahogany, waltz me to sleep
Mahogany, tuck in my sheets
Whiskey, silence my dreams
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3. |
Emerson
02:47
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Oh Emerson
As your blood drains from your heart
Races through your arteries to the crook of your arm
Past the metal shuttle and on to the plastic chute
Filling up the bag with your name and barcode, that's your poor excuse
To rectify your fruitless life as you're running from the truth
I know because I do it too
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4. |
Complain About Nothing
07:52
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I can't tell
Am I going to hell, or are you gonna rot in the ground?
And if that's my personal hell, does that mean hell exists?
And my heaven, a warm night alone
And if there's no shape to the clouds, is that why we see?
Because there's no shape to the clouds, that one looks like Tennessee .
But if such a coincidence exists, then how should I?
Subsist, persist or anguish over why?
Or laugh about my countless my failed tries?
I don't want to change the world
I'll leave that to better, well-dressed people
With smarter ideas, rational fears, and College degrees conducive to action
I know this won't change the world
It seems nothing can these days
So I'll join in the parade
Marching to remember yesterday
But oh god, time's tumbling on
Too late, that moment's gone
Washed away by another one
I can't seem to know the world
She's playing hard to get
And when our eyes meet we mutually agree
To act like we didn't see
How could I touch the world?
In all it's intricacies
With only a couple niceties followed by
A no sir, thank you ma'am, yes please
But oh god, time's tumbling on
Too late, that moment's gone
Washed away by another one
And I can't tell
Am I going to hell, or are you gonna rot in the ground?
And if that's my personal hell, does that mean hell exists?
And my heaven, my lukewarm cup of tea
And if there's really nothing to it, is that why it's so hard?
Because there's nothing to it, it's so damn hard.
But if such a pestilence exists, then how should I?
Subsist, persist or anguish over why?
Or complain about this vacancy of sky?
I just don't like the world
It's nothing personal
She just never stops to think
She just too damn impulsive for me
I'll try to love the world
Despite all the rips and tears
Despite all the fears over the years
And sticky young knives left in the sink
And I can't tell
Am I going to hell, or are you gonna rot in the ground?
And if that's my personal hell, does that mean hell exists?
And my heaven, a warm night alone
And if there's no bearded man above, is that why he exists?
Because there's no bearded man above, that's why he exists.
But if such a spectacle exists, then how should I?
Subsist, persist or anguish over why?
Or complain about nothing till I die?
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5. |
Remember
03:14
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The nest is empty
They've all flown away
He's works in Texas
She writes in LA
Isn’t it crazy?
We could do something we haven't done in years
What a quaint idea my dear
Let's go to sea my dear
Travel the world
Make you my Queen Mary
My steady girl
Forgetting me
On the high seas
I love you still please
Don’t forget my name
Memory's hazy
We could have done it all and not remember clear
Don't give into fear my dear
Who do you trust
When you have not a clue
You always call doctor
He never calls you
Isn't it lazy?
Waiting around for our lives to disappear?
No, I need you here my dear
The nest is empty
They've all flown away
She before he
And then he the next day
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6. |
1938
06:59
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Regine
Regine
I can't see you in the light
Well have to sneak out at night
But it's all right Regine
The city, isn't it luminous?
Watch it burn, the work of all the bearded men underground
Heat and strife and refracted light
How can you say we're fine?
Nothing to see, just blue eyes and crossroads wrenched ninety degrees at their knees
A mountain of leather and sheets
How can you say we're fine?
How can you not be terrified?
We watch the words engulf the fire and the fire breathe out the smoke and the smoke give way to clouds and those clouds they rain the ink that stains our clothes and ruins our hair, but that we bear that we bear. It stains our clothes and ruins our hair, but that we bear, that we bear.
Asher
Asher
We need to leave be cool calm collected
The officer he's watching don't stumble don't speak
Asher don't run, Asher, no now you gotta run
I'll be right behind
Asher run up to the bed I'll lock the door.
Don’t worry boy just love me till we're those words floating up and raining down
With all the crackling energy
Igniting you and me
How can you say we're dying?
Broken glass in this fast paced marketplace
Misplaced you and me
Hiding desperately, fending off the Reich
Of course I'm terrified
No regrets Asher, no regrets
Oh Regine I'm so sorry
No regrets Asher, no regrets
Oh Regine it's all my fault
Boy just love me till the end
Eye on eye as we accelerate
No conqueror can stake a claim
They have to wrench us apart
Grey clouds thickening, the smoke and fumes disorient me Regine
As we fall from grace
How do you know we're not flying?
I know, I'm terrified, here comes the fire
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7. |
Tender Truth
03:13
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I know, so am I, amazed at all the tiny life, shining through the sheet
Still there, that faint red light, even though so far behind, we made it out
We ran away from Dresden and we roughed it to Rome
Our feet all burned and blistered and our hearts longing for home
But home's a ways away so you will have to do
Ignore the tender truth
Fire burn, smoke sigh, someone turn off the damn moonlight, I don't want to see
Just once, just twice, fighting off the lonely nights, what will they think of me?
We ran away from Dresden and we roughed it to Rome
Our feet all burned and blistered and our hearts longing for home
But home's a ways away so you will have to do
Ignore the tender truth
Fire burn, smoke sigh, love gouge out my wanting eyes, leave the rest to me
Just once, just twice, fighting off the lonely nights, what is now will never be
We ran away from Dresden we roughed it to Rome
Our feet all burned and blistered and our hearts longing for home
But love's a ways away so your will have to do
Ignore the tender truth
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Sam Bodary Columbus, Ohio
I am a human and I bashfully try to connect with other humans sometimes.
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