1. |
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Broke my glasses talking sweetly
Been hard to get you back since I can’t see
I’ll just hope you never get too far
If your makeup days are done
Will you mind if I call you ugly?
It’s not your beauty on the run
I just learned to trust your mask
Got no heartbreak
With no heart left, yeah
The love’s all in my hands
When you woke up to just the sun
Did you sleep just right or were you wishing
That the squeak of someone
Would make the morning break early
Got no heartbreak
With no heart left, yeah
The love’s all in my hands
Spread my ashes in your coffee
Milk and sugar for your bad dreams
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2. |
The Hum
00:47
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3. |
Listing
03:33
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Here’s the thing about missing
You’ll never know if you’ll be missed
Our just questioned by postmen
It seems your house slipped off his list
Whoa-oh-oh
Here’s the thing about missing
You’ll never know if you’ll be missed
Our just questioned by postmen
It seems your house slipped off his list
Whoa-oh-oh
Did you say it was vengeance
In your phone call back home
Didn’t your mother teacher you
Only as dumb as you are alone
Whoa-oh-oh
Autumn’s long in its shadows
As you were light in your sleep
Blamed your comfort on mattresses
And the heat all upon me
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
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4. |
Modern Artist
03:02
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Cut me down
I don’t want to feel this holding
The writing on the wall doesn’t
Read if you wrote it
What time in the evening is it?
Your door's open,
I’m not looking for a place to go
You painted the furniture
A shade of my favorite color
You’re a modern artist, baby
You do it for the thrill
And there’s a line between
Your heart and being skilled
Turn around
This town’s not as you left it
Your clothes are still cool
But how you walk in them is different
Old film in the camera makes everyone
Older than
You remember them
You were a dreamer
A time machiner
You’re a modern artist, baby
You do it for the thrill
And there’s a line between
Your heart and being skilled
Whoa-oh
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5. |
I'm Not Trying
03:40
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From this perch
Tried to find
The tallest tree that my
Eyes could climb, but
Little did I know
That this tree
Was under me
The whole time
No more constellations
In night skies
I put them into books
And now all I can find
Are my lines
I’m not tryin’ if it’s hard
Late to work
Once again
Left my car at the
Other end of town
It would be easier to say than that I’m bored
Broke my heart
Waitin’ round
When the doctor called
I said
I’m not free right now
Now
Oh, right now
I’m not tryin’ if it’s
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6. |
Bones
04:28
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Dressed in white I keep a look out
They’ll drop a fist upon my door
I keep a packed suitcase
And a crawlspace in the floor
To my maker I’ll go stomping
Extolling all my sins
Though I am not guilty
There is no honor in the innocent
Howlin’ men turn the tide
The lost don’t get closer, they hide
There’s proof in these bones, bones
My love’s in these bones
There’s a peace in the foundry
I will work ‘till the work gets done
Build my armor out of shrapnel
This thing that has survived the gun
Now no wars can leave us bloody
Because we’re bleedin’ all the time
Still I’ll give up all my plenty
To make things better down the line
Howlin’ men turn the tide
The lost don’t get closer, they hide
There’s proof in these bones, bones
My love’s in these bones
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7. |
Readyet
03:33
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I’m a ton of stone
I can’t be moved but if you
Cry o’er me for a couple of years
Your tears might carve some grief
Into this body
I’m ten years old
I’ve got my fears but I put them off
Until I can’t sleep at night
And the dark is where I do
My best thinking
Ooh
Don’t rock the boat
But if you do you’ll find that the
Water’s
Just as warm
As the bed
That you last slept in
I’m not ready yet
Go get your coat
It’s summer, yes
But we should grab what we can carry
While we’re strong
While we’re stone
I’m not ready yet
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8. |
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9. |
Missed Her by an Instant
05:20
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You were right of course
‘bout those bruises on my neck
And shoulders
The punch was hard
The light went dark
I heard you scream
“Well I told you”
And who was she playing?
When I got kissed, Barry White
When I got hit, some other shit
Oh what does it matter?
Missed her by an instant
The gulf of kids next door
She’s driver’s side with the New York Plates
But they don’t suit her anymore
So was it the car I borrowed
Or the phone call days before
That got me to her bedroom
Her lipstick on our faces
I had debts to pay
Yeah, some of us owe more than others
Not in gold or silver
In fish we thought were caught
With the lines we thought pulled taught
Oh but who can remember
Now?
Cherry changed her name to
Chardonnay
I liked the label better anyway
I swear that she doesn’t matter
To me
Missed her by an instant
The gulf of kids next door
She’s driver’s side with the New York Plates
But they don’t suit her anymore
So was it the car I borrowed
Or the phone call days before
That got me to her bedroom
Missed her by an instant
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