1. |
Never Leave
03:52
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there's a horizon i've been walking towards my entire life
retaliation rubbing alcohol is liquid gold to me
Appalachian eyes and a velvet crimson curtain in a sea of trees
Hear those wind chimes
biological fathers sipping ice tea
so lonely i will never leave
so lonely i will never leave
i'm gonna stay right here
i'm gonna stay right here and die
see that snake cutting up the valley
slithering through the silver leaves
on the front porch in a rocking chair
your bloodshot eyes rosalee
so lonely i will never leave
so lonely i will never leave
i'm gonna stay right here
i'm gonna stay right here and
so lonely i will never leave
so lonely i will never leave
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2. |
Trenchula
03:40
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tote a lilly should have gone
to that part pop art party on chicon
where i hear they drank beer and woke up exhausted
spent monday morning their lost last weekend in austin again
pick a dress and do your hair what a mess
look your best all your (n)ex(t) boyfriends were/are there
nothing lasts but bad songs take too long
take too long and your dead, your dead to me
and i thought you're selfish
how could you be selfish
when you don't even know what you want
sometimes you can feel so good like a needle in a groove
but ends up like a poster in a rut
and sometimes you just roll so smooth like a needle in a groove
but get hung up like a poster in a rut
tote a lilly should have gone
to that part pop art party on chicon
i called you reckless you heard restless
you went off to prove me wrong
sometimes life feels/fits so good like a record in a groove but ends up like a poster in a rut
and i thank you for this trench you left me you know it fits/feels so good to have me on my back
nowhere to look but up/but uh
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3. |
August Exhaust Pipes
03:29
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the last cars drove away, the sky filled up with sequins
as they're sweeping out the pigeons that are sleeping on the postcards of the pictures of the yard
that's brown and wilted in the summer sometimes people hide inside, they say they're scared of poison from the heat they find exhausting
circling round i'm walking backwards when you're leading
the floor was wearing bare from two-steps, slides, and friction like the spit dried on a spoon that's pushing ice cubes around a high ball sweating please into your hand
even in disappointing weather that was hanging in the air
for a half an hour, it doesn't really matter
if you find the postcards stored in pieces in the yard leave them outside
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4. |
Selling Shadows
03:55
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well i've been out there i've been selling my shadow
you can see me through a vulgar stream of smoke
with bars of light across my face from the blinds in the window
and even when you're gone i can smell your hope
and i begin to shrink
its alright you can listen through the cracks in the wall they'll tell you everything
when you get caught in between and the wives wander off to decide your fate
well i've been out there i've been selling my shadow
and in the lazy moonlight
where we finally learn how to glow
the blood is trickling
down your hair like engine oil
even when you're gone i can smell your hope
and i begin to shrink well i said
its alright you can listen through the cracks in the wall they'll tell you everything
when you get caught in between and the wives wander of to decide your fate
they all know
about the night you dropped them at the docks
before soaring across the crops
into the darkness where the kerosene flows
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5. |
Famous Noises
02:57
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we were making famous noises
always hanging out in the stairwell
making faces at each other
there was never anything to do
sitting around and wearing out the grooves
breaking you in like a brand new pair of shoes
a disco ball made of daisy chains
spinning round the room like diamonds
dodging vitals like elastic
pocket knives to the caution tape like streamers
taking tangents and forming creeds and covenants
near the railroad tracks
we're taking off
we're taking off in perfect time
causing fumbles in the backseat
swapping stories in the back row
smuggling those famous hands
across the border into the triangles
barbed wire smiles and telephone pole fires
and dune buggies towards the dawn
always with the high beams on
semaphoring B-Y-B-Y-B-Y-B-Y-B
bring it on
and there was never a single feeling
that ever held any meaning
and it allowed me to do
whatever i wanted to do
but now im runnning through a ditch
covered in grasshoppers and mud
being chased by bees and flies
a raincloud hovering over me
everywhere i go
but my mouth is still dry
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