1. |
And We Both
04:05
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Pack our bags with our voice
And we go far away.
And we both are on our knees
Meagerly crawling.
We are one, we are two,
We are neither of us.
And we both bait the trap
Sinker, hook, and line.
And we both stand still.
And we both lay down.
And we both flip out.
And we both drive home.
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2. |
Unfunny
03:41
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The sign across from me reads,
"Talk Irish to me"
Well I don't know Gaelic,
But you know I would if I did
I like shamrocks and dark green
And carbohydrates
And my love wears those scratchy sweaters
When it gets cold
So unfunny my bones
Shed your hair on my clothes
Keep me safe in your arms,
So far we've been alright
Unfunny my mind
Cause we're two of a kind
And as long as we're there,
I swear, we'll pass the time
The leaves are falling off trees,
Speak English to me
And I'll do whatever you'd like
And I'll get you some leaves
Since now I know what you mean
When you talk with your hands and your face
The days make so much more sense
And by the days I mean you
Sleep now, honey, sleep
Sleep now, honey, won't you sleep?
Your brain's filled with all sorts of things
And your mind's just sorting through them,
Sleep now, honey, won't you sleep?
The last three days of the week
Speak volumes to me
Of all the things we've had
And things still to come
Those thoughts and stories and fears
I've got a lot in my head
And I can't wait to spill them
And share them with you
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3. |
You've Got A Face
02:10
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We've all got faces,
But you've got a face I can't ignore.
You've got a face that makes me face the fact
That I can't be indifferent anymore.
Face me with your face,
Show me all your ways,
And erase the trace of all the faces
That I've ever seen with you before.
Shoot me with your truth,
Show me all the proof
Because I'm trying to learn the things about your face
That I just did not know before.
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4. |
Purgatory
03:25
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Gray skinny jeans
And pale feet
Purgatory
A hotel lobby
Please
Leave the light on for me
Tiles of gray and cream
Not your feet
Wooden frames replete
Take your seat
T-shirts underneath
Our coat sleeves
Smile with all your teeth
Look at me
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5. |
Ill/Learned How
04:15
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Well I've been taking my vitamin C
And getting enough sleep
So as not to get sick
But I'm ill for you
Reading French philosophy
On a Tuesday evening
With my hair up
In the living room
And when you get ill
I'll be saying
"How I love you, sleepy head"
And when you get ill
I'll be telling you how I'm
Ill for you
He's listening to Run DMC
In the suite next to me
But he's not ill for you
All the doors here open with keys
Except for the ones you really need
With shades pulled up
It's a decent view
We've learned how
To use the overhangs
To take shelter from the rain.
The mean wind hates
How we avoid it so
It hacks at both our heads.
But you've got my hand
And I've got your bag
And we're going to be okay.
Hello, Love,
You look so good today;
I almost didn’t see you there.
Your friend Judgement,
He looks so much like
His brother Love
That it’s not fair.
But you’ve got my hand
And I’ve got your bag
And we’re going to be okay.
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6. |
Mother
02:59
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Mother, how did you know
Exactly what I was going to say?
Mother, you never knew,
You just made it seem that way.
Now I’ve got the keys,
And you’ve got no time,
And I’ll soon be moving away.
Mother, I think you know
Exactly what I’m going to say.
Mother, how did you see
Whatever I did last night?
Mother, you never saw,
You just guessed,
And you guessed right.
You saw the look on my face,
Heard the way that I spoke,
And you took a shot in the dark.
Mother, you’ve always known,
That I would go breaking your heart.
Mother, we’ve got a good deal
That we live on this earth, you andI.
Mother, you’ve had a few years,
You’re strong, and you’re smart, and you’re wise.
But I’m not eighteen, you’re not forty-seven,
And Father is not forty-nine.
Mother, we’re all going to die,
We’ll do it in our due time.
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7. |
Magic Bus
02:25
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Every day I get in the queue
To get on the bus that takes me to you
I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile
You house is only another mile
Thank you, driver, for getting me here
You'll be an inspector, have no fear
I don't want to cause no fuss
But can I buy your Magic Bus?
I don't care how much I pay
I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ...
Thruppence and sixpence every day
Just to drive to my baby
Thruppence and sixpence each day
'Cause I drive my baby every way
I said, now I've got my Magic Bus
I said, now I've got my Magic Bus
I drive my baby every way
Each time I go a different way
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Low Ceilings Windsor, Connecticut
Folky indie-rock with a prog twist.
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