1. |
Jersey
02:46
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I’m doing sprints on the lawn outside your place
Spitting out words like some slow paste
Running back, running up to flip a tire
Shouting, All magicians are liars
Don’t wanna give it up yet
I’m crying outside
I’m gonna crack the back step
Got some things on my mind
You didn’t dream so long
I’m just the girl that you got
I’m gonna shout from the stands, I know what’s up
Tucked your jersey, no you’re not turning
Holding a sign that says your name in hearts
I cut my hand and started running
Don’t wanna give it up yet
I’m crying outside
I’m gonna crack the back step
Got some things on my mind
Don’t wanna give it up yet
I’m crying outside
I’m gonna crack the back step
Got some things on my mind
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2. |
Frankie
04:17
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Born with emotion
Pushed into motion
Wichita Lineman
Our most favorite tragedy
Don’t go leave
Work your speed
What an honor, what a breed
Keep looking up
Just up enough
Past temporary prairie
Wait for the break when we get some rain
Swim in the creeks that the New Deal laid
Can’t break even but can’t complain
Pushed right back to try it again
(Oh yeah…)
Born with devotion
Pushed into motion, god don’t stop
Making it harder
All the time
Just wanna move to Virginia
Get a dog and a house with a human name
Call me Linda Tomorrow
Give me something to dance to in 6/8
Wait for the break when we get some rain
Under the lights of the TVA
Can’t break even but can’t complain
Pushed right back to try it again
(Oh yeah…)
Wait for the break when we get some rain
Swim in the creeks that the New Deal laid
Can’t break even but can’t complain
Pushed right back to try it again
(Oh yeah…)
They get you to give it up
They want you to give
They get you to give it up
They want you to
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3. |
Jenny
03:40
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Jenny dropped under the water
Been waiting, pressed my head into her collar
Devotion, I don’t know
Emotion, high to low, yeah I don’t know
Jenny, I don’t know where to love from
Never had to hold myself true to someone
Jenny let me punch her shoulder
Jenny, I’m only the opener
Met her at the show, she goes too
Man I hate guitar, except with you
Jenny, I don’t know where to love from
Never had to hold myself true to someone
Jenny, did you love me in July
Jenny, could you love me if you tried
Jenny, I don’t know where to love from
(Jenny, I don’t know where to love from when my time comes)
Never had to hold myself true to someone
(Never had to hold myself true to someone when I’m said and done)
Jenny, did you love me in July
(Do you love me do you love me do you love me do you love me now)
Jenny, could you love me if you tried
(Do you love me do you love me do you love me do you love me now)
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4. |
Concrete
04:02
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Caught up in a moment
Listing to the left
Everything we’ve chosen
We talk about to death
A peace hero in wartime
I’m not one to fight
To let go of completely
Some cowboy of the mind
How you make your habits
How you fill your time
Go love yourself, it matters
You’ll love the rest in time
Shape your name and shout it tenderly
Because you know you’re pouring concrete
Block a call and watch it staggering
With a slow, slowed-down heartbeat
Running like a deer now
Like an animal
Like a big prey
Acting all afraid
Call it a miracle
Riding a swayback
Forgot its own strength
Buckled under lesser weight
Shape your name and shout it tenderly
Because you know you’re pouring concrete
Block a call and watch it, staggering
With a slowed-down heartbeat
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5. |
Dig
03:16
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(Get it over, get it over...)
Get out of the country
I know you can hear me
You always knew how to use a muscle
What’s a stop sign to a bull
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t get enough of you
Where did you come from?
Where did you come from?
To wash your own clothes
To give a fuck about
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t get enough of you
Where did you come from?
Where did you come from?
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t get enough of you
Where did you come from?
Where did you come from?
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6. |
Bully
03:14
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Don’t get caught, baby you’re going off
Talk shit again and they’ll scratch up your car
Getting drunk on your balcony, can you let me sleep
I was never your enemy, why did you steal my keys?
I’m a bully
I’m a bully with a crush
Come on look at me
I wanna talk, I wanna touch
You keep on asking
My favorite song by The Doors
And I don’t care
I don’t care about Star Wars
On a porch with begonias
Kicking flowers with your feet
You had to suffer with a name like that
But you can walk late on the street alone
I’m a bully
I’m a bully with a crush
Come on look at me
I wanna talk, I wanna touch
I’m a bully
I’m a bully with a crush
Come on look at me
I wanna talk, I wanna touch
I’m a bully
I’m a bully with a crush
Come on look at me
I wanna talk, I wanna touch
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7. |
Harp 2 Interlude
01:00
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8. |
Harp 2
03:06
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Saw your face in the doorway
When you were coming back the other way
You said, You should try to be good, and if you can’t, be careful
Gotta get a plan, get a better man
Gotta get a plan, get a better man
He’s gonna do right, he’s gonna turn it back around
I never looked right but do you love me now?
Oh baby I’m Napoleon, carving out my own region
I’m nothing to an alien, the turn of an old season
Said oh my god, don’t you love me now?
Said oh my god, don’t you love me now?
(Supersymmetry…)
He’s gonna do right, he’s gonna turn it back around
I never looked right but do you love me now?
(Supersymmetry…)
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9. |
Quarry
02:52
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Cooped up so long
Woke up when you called
Hiding out and sleeping
You called me out for creeping
Dripping blood from your foot at the quarry
Hit bottom and you stay just to scare me
Shouting naked at the rock up above you
Baby I love you
I’ve got a different kind of problem
How will I clean up my mess
Because everybody’s always lining up to get knocked out and
Suffering season is up
Dripping blood from your foot at the quarry
Hit bottom and you stay just to scare me
Shouting naked at the rock up above you
Baby I love you
Dripping blood from your foot at the quarry
Hit bottom and you stay just to scare me
Shouting naked at the rock up above you
Baby I love you
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10. |
Basketball
03:24
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My shoes don’t fit
My head is tight
I watch the basketball
Passing by
Come on, Barrie, do it right, come on
Come on, Barrie, do it right, come on
Why am I left standing alone?
Basketball
Let my knees give under me
Feel my fist go white
Basketball
I float off from the wall
Like a flake of paint
They lose me honestly
With a thoughtful fake
Put my head up
To my hands
Come on
Put my belly
In the sand
Come on
Why am I left standing alone?
Basketball
Let my knees give under me
Feel my fist go white
Basketball
(I mark my name in concrete
Dig Barrie into the street…)
Hear the big one after me
Feel my fist go white
Basketball
Let my knees give give under me
Feel my fist go white
Basketball
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11. |
Bloodline
03:05
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A dry leaf skidding across the concrete
Scraping less than its weight down my street
Ask you, Where do you go
Pulled off the side of the road
In a tall stand of grass
At the dead end of the path
You go where the hunter goes, but you don’t have a gun
Said, What am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?
Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue
You got stoned and you’re gonna go home
Tangled up on a rise
The only climber of your kind
You got a scrape on the thigh
And on the shin dried a bloodline
You go where the hunter goes, but you don’t have a gun
Said, What am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?
Pulled back the skin and now you’re looking at the tongue
You got stoned and you’re gonna go home
You go where the hunter goes, but you don’t have a gun
Said, What am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?
Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue
You got stoned and you’re gonna go home
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