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G:
Awkward talk about and awkward time-it-out
When I go to work and when he drags me out later
Something 'bout lost charm
Where does it end?
Deuteronomous knows: he writes everything down
CHORUS:
Let's dial back the sun, our god could do it
Let's force a slapstick stun, it's our religion
Old Gabriel of this outskirt town
Straps a pair of wings on to watch them go down, go down
D:
Pillow talking now after tie-me-down
Seems flirtation works more often than not
Overflowing charm
If I could lend!
And ease Gabriel's woes; make a friend immortal
(CHORUS)
Deuteronomous of this outskirt town
Stabs a pen in papyrus to watch them bow down, bow down
Something 'bout redemption
A make-believe redemption
(CHORUS)
Old Gabriel of this backwards town
And Deuteronomous spread their legends around, around
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2. |
Oh Defensive Me
04:42
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Crabgrass nipping at my heels
Oh, Lord I'm weak
You scrape me off your feet
Rhythms of the West the night is come
In the dark your heart is won
This is the long game and I wish I wasn't like that
This is the long game, I still wish I wasn't like that
Don't blame me to wanna call you momma
Don't blame me to want a partner in crime
What else are am I here for? What else are we here for?
Never was a boy to join the Swiss Army
Always was a boy who carried my many hearts
In a golden bag around with me
Draped over my sweaty shoulders
Crabgrass nipping at my feet
Oh, Lord I'm weak
You strangle me in heat
Rhythms of the East I thought I knew you
In the light my eyes are see-through
This is the long game and I wish I wasn't like that
This is the long game, I still wish I wasn't like that
Don't blame me to wanna call you momma
Don't blame me to want a partner in crime
What else am I here for? What else are we here for?
I keep on getting stuck in seven month sagas and
I keep on getting stuck in seven month girls
Bombshell babes with shrapnel eyes
Will hang me from my sunburnt tie
My life has started to flee before me and
My life has started to speed out in front of me
Sunday sixteen years ago
I'm not just here for winter clothes
And yet...
I'm still finding your hair on things
In the backseat of my car
All over my gloves
Wrapped up in my necklace
I thought I got rid of you but I'll keep scaling all your towers
I'll keep lending you my books
Because we both bewitched each other
CHORUSES
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3. |
Western Rhythms
03:28
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Elementary grabbers caught me
Unsuspecting, floating in my shoes
Like boats, which take us off the coast
1420 in the tropics
Holding hands as dark surrounds us
Drip-drop as the clock claims a new day
CHORUS:
You're younger than I but wiser than I
And I tire of being a liar
But I hide it well as far as I can tell
In competition to see who laughs louder
And I love your sigh and I miss your sigh
We're on a mission to see who drowns faster
Gorgeous days and saddened bastards
Paint the backdrop as we mount that
Peak of love and cast our bonds downhill
Rainbows on our tightened bellies
Warm and brown like sand of Arcachon
At night revealed in pictures that you saved
(CHORUS)
All these dreams are lined with ribbons
Flying boldly in their crimson
Passion in this world with nothing left
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4. |
Eastern Rhythms
03:38
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You fear the ritual of it all
And you're spineless in the probing eyes of man
And his pristine hands that pick your lips apart and burn the rest
At a funeral where music plays your friends trod on the graves
It's ok to run from
Sapphire crowns
And the jewels you found
In chateau summers on your land
And all the suitors trifling plans
The burly watching you parade
With matching parasol in hand
You feel the carelessness of them all
When you're shirtless in the leering crows again
And the calamity of violence isn't doing it for them
At a festival where music plays and souls rise from the graves
It's ok to run for
Ruby dusk
And a simple trust
In cottage autumn's dusty lanes
You laugh like you were three again
Evolving in your masquerade
While searchlights in the distance fade
Well they built it up a little too high
So topple their wisdom
You were living such a murky little life
Stayed the same through every season
They'll be searching day and night
Giving mother/father fright
Had they known that you were right
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Hermit
04:20
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Found you by the cliff, my dear
My stranded soul was toiling near
I watched the waves crawl up your thighs and I sighed
Ooh, you caught me
My beguine beauty
Ooh, you stole me
We'll live for a while in the seaside hut
You'll teach me to be kind to the world
We'll thrust and we'll thirst and we'll salivate
And grow tired from all of our squeezing
Softly as you wake, my dear
Your habitat is gone, I fear
You sat and told me tales and I told you mine
Ooh, you caught me
My beguine beauty
Ooh, you stole me
We lived for a while in the seaside hut
I taught you to lie to the world
I crossed my heart I'd find a way
To stop you from all of your screaming
Ooh, I stole you
My beguine beauty
That I know now
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6. |
Dream Saboteur
03:50
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Horns sprout from her head
Because she likes to look and laugh and listen in on you and me
Worms baked in her bread
Because she likes to steal and finders-keep and pinch with steady hands
But spirals when she looks at you
You always think your
Kindness will make her see through
Her self-imposed
Blindness when she lashes out
Or starts to pout or...
Fraying at her seams
Because she practices her fists on little siblings and trampolines
Saboteur of your dreams
Because she learned to pilot you and crash you from your cruising speed
But spirals when she looks at you
You always think your
Kindness will make her see through
Her self-imposed
Blindness when she lashes out
Or starts to pout or
Pushes you into a car
It's parked and all but still, you don't do that for fun
So you talk it out at a bar
The pounding midday rain resounds, convinced it's fine
Up on tiptoes looking far
What a shiny window-washing paradise she'll save for you
She won't want anything to do with you
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7. |
Goodbye, Bees
02:54
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Baby, I thought you missed the train, Baby
Won't you leave me alone
Baby, just head back down to Richmond, Baby
Won't you leave me alone
And try again- the part again
Or sit in traffic cone islands
We've learned the consequences, friend
That years, they have to finish
And we're down to the last minute
Honey, I'm glad you made the plane, Honey
Won't you leave me alone
Honey, just head back down to Charlotte, Honey
Now won't you leave me alone
And try it all just one more time
I'd drop it all to follow you down there
Alleviate your fears but
Fear is a game that's broken
And we're down to the last token
I'll fly your spaceship if I can
I am your admiral, your right hand
I'll do my best in the meantime
But I've business back on Earth
Will two weeks notice serve?
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8. |
Night in Three Parts
03:54
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I always fall asleep at dawn
Another restaurant dream standing in my way
Where all of the bitches come out, come out, come out to play
The sheets twist 'round my sweaty legs
Another car alarm sucker punching the silence
Little ghosts they mess around with me, with me, with me for science
Every night in winterspring turn the fan on
Another cold, parched, and sore throat for me
Unassailable problems before, before, before I fall asleep
Ooh- crack my back; need a laugh; take it back
You- crack my back; need a laugh; take it back
I- crack my back; need a laugh; take it back
Baby, will you work all day with me?
Am I allowed to call you "baby" now?
I'm always getting sick in the darkness...
Say you'll say you'll get a dog with me
Once mine dies, once mine dies
I shouldn't say my thoughts out loud...
Let's-a take a trip to Italy
To see if we can travel together
I guess I guess I've gotta save up first...
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BCE
04:06
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Hunted through the woods
Shoes off and fractured nose
There's buzzers in the limbs and biters in the swims
And friends to catch me before round 2
Let's keep our secrets
Let's keep our promises
Stubborn is what she likes
Don't know better, I don't know worse
There's buzzers in our limbs and biters in our kisses
And start to end I wrecked the thing, I rue
Let's keep our secrets
Let's keep our promises
We should sing OH as we choke on the breeze
And then sing OH as we're taking our leave
Look out: the hands are creaking open doors at night
The click clack of nails that scratch on wood and wake you up in fright
Hold your love: there beside you sleeping if you're lucky
Just hold hands harder
We should sing OH as we choke on the breeze
And then sing OH as we're taking our leave
But we sing OH as we're stoking our grieves
And we sing OH as we're smashing in teeth
Look out: the hands are creaking open doors at night
The click clack of nails that scratch on wood and wake you up in fright
Hold your love: there beside you sleeping if you're lucky
Just hold hands harder
Businessmen we'll never be
Oh so small and trim throughout our years
We're breakers of the stained glass, the shards tear up our palms
And blood goes out but colors seep in
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10. |
Rabbit Foot Reminder
04:46
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Bodies
Wrinkled up, they've held so much
Porcelain skin
Looks so cold, it's warm to the touch
I've waited for you
Been waiting for you
String things
Passed around and holding up her hair
Golden rings
Lost and found, she wears them everywhere
I've waited for you
Been waiting for you
We talk and talk but can't remember (because)
We're young yet memory fades (it does)
A rabbit foot reminder (because)
Photograph
Nearly torn, can't take it anywhere
Evidence
Of Germany from a forgotten year
I've waited for you
Been waiting for you
We talk and talk but can't remember (because)
We're young yet memory fades (it does)
A rabbit foot reminder (because)
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11. |
Syawla
03:25
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I never pray anymore
'Cause there's Christmas trees in November
Not anymore
The warmest days are over
So celebrate instead as the months pass by
When flowers fall and die
They'll cease to eulogize
I never pray anymore
With the fireworks in December
Not anymore
The party's cold enough already
So celebrate instead as the days pass by
When snow just falls to melt
They'll cease to eulogize
Don't see the rain anymore
Old enough to know the answer
Now I'm a bore
Earning capital and letters
Always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always
I'm not afraid anymore
Of the scary things in September
Not anymore
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