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Yeah, I Know, Me Too
03:11
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Oh my god, who is that?
She's out of my league
Just one look from her tonight
Would give me a fatigue
What the fuck, who is that?
She's breaking my facade
I'm not as smooth as I thought I was
This girl should be outlawed
Holy hell, who is that?
I can't stand this no more
I must go and talk to her
At the risk of being ignored
This is so strange, I can't feel my feet
My stomach is in knots and I don't think that I can even eat
Until I talk to you but I don't know what to say
Can't stand this no more, no time for more delays
I walk up behind you
In the schoolyard
I yell and scream wildly
I'm too avant-garde
Thankfully oblivious
To my first attempt
I commit myself to speak to you
This time I won't relent
Yes it's you I'm talking to
Can't you see my eyes?
I'm lip syncing to a song
I've had so many tries
Ohh, oh Ohh
This is us speaking now, there's no going back
Your hand just grazed my arm, cue the next scene for my heart attack
I never liked the Beatles but you say you do,
I guess "Yesterday" is nice and "A Day In the Life's" good too
You said:
"I want someday to live on a farm
I want to ride my horses and keep their shoes as charms
I want a dog named Lucy to run around the lawn
I don't want any children and I don't believe in god"
And I said:
"Yeah,
I know,
Me too"
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Mastiff
04:34
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I love it when you speak softly
I love your extended family
And I love our dog Lucy
I love you and there are no ifs
"I love you" shouted over a cliff
And I love to death our Mastiff
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Dirty paws, chihuahuas
Dog park party, no reason, just because
Lucy doesn't know a thing
Lucy got no luggage to bring
And Lucy doesn't have an inkling
We are moving out of the city
We will have space for Lucy
And we will get that farm finally
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Sheep and goats, feeding oats
Saddles, gardens, your dreams turned to anecdotes
I love it when your dreams come true
I love it when you cure my blues
I love it when you count by twos
I love it when you hang horseshoes
I love it when you don't know who
I love it when you skip the queue
I love it when you make breakthroughs
I love our mastiff Lucy too
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
Where you go, Lucy goes
I go too and we end up in the mud
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3. |
Black Hearse Pt. I
00:43
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The things we used to do are memories
Bubbles that have burst
A blackbird caged and imprisoner
Until they took you away in that black hearse
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Turquoise Necklace
03:38
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Corvettes are in season
This time of year
Not two-thousand something
But the winter my visit here
Second wives are in season
This time of day
I'm not the way you found me
And you're not either, I'd say
Two and half decades
Is a long time to be
With any one person
It's a quarter century
Lying in our bed sheets
Wondering what would've happened
If I were born in Thailand
Or you wanted children
Slowly drifting down to the ground
And falling further without a sound
Gently sinking without a noise
Disappearing in a necklace turquoise
Your forty-seventh birthday
I got a little scared
I got you a turquoise necklace
That I knew you'd never wear
It was pretty and expensive
But not your taste at all
You'd want something more exciting
Like one-way trip to Nepal
I got you that necklace
Because it was was your birthday
It's what good husbands do
And we're both a little bit grey
I couldn't take your reaction
You pretended to love it so
You forced a smile and a thank you
But deep down I know
Slowly drifting down to the ground
And falling further without a sound
Gently sinking without a noise
Disappearing in a necklace turquoise
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5. |
Black Hearse Pt. II
02:39
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I'm planting your roses
Keeping dolls in their poses
Trinkets on the TV set
Play The Beatles on cassette
For you
I'm tending to the horses
And send them through their courses
I make some time to feed the goats
And wash their shiny, furry coats
For you
I'm dusting your artwork
Reminiscing your creative quirks
Wishing there were more to come
Lamenting unknown artists is no fun
It's true
The things you loved to do are memories
Stricken by a curse
It's up to me to keep them going now
Since they took you away in that black hearse
"Watch your fucking language"
And "don't you dare raid my fridge"
Warnings from years ago
I can't believe I miss them so
Damn much
The things I used to do when you weren't around
Like smoke and spit and curse
Suddenly I don't do those things no more
Since they took you away in that black hearse
Specters and Jesus
And Mohammad's worn down fleeces
Didn't matter much to us
When people die, why make a fuss?
That's life
Grounded and thoughtful
We made sure that we were grateful
For the things that we worked for
The rewards of an omnivore
That's life
Religion notwithstanding
And I hope I'm not backhanding
An affront to our old simple ways
Now I can't help but pray all day
For my wife
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Squiggly Lines Toronto, Ontario
a person who writes songs and then records them and then puts them on the internet.
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