1. |
Bloom
03:49
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There’s a forest in her eyes
And a canvass on my heart
Im studying her hues
Warm summer moss over gray ocean blue and
Every line I drew
Was traced away
See a flower sprouting through
And I’m hoping it can
Bloom
There’s a sadness in her eyes
And a longing in my heart
And I’m searching for the words
In the pines, on the rocks
I even asked the birds
But every line i spoke
Came out in a mouthful of mess
Picked that flower while i could
Put it in a cup on my window sill
I’m still hoping it might
Bloom
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2. |
Can't Take It With You
04:39
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These days been dripping off me
Like a wet dog running from the sea
Long looks in the mirror
Got me shaking like a leaf
These days been dripping off me.
Wondering what the hell there is to do?
Shoebox of movie tickets and a well worn living room
Get tired of the tv and go walking through the woods
Wondering what the hell there is to do.
But we all know
The pangs of growing old
When we all turn back to dirt
To feed the flowers and the worms
But you can’t take it with you
The house the car the ring
You can’t take it with you
Not much of anything
You can’t take it with you
A penny and your name
If you can’t take them with you
What’re you gonna leave?
Memories stay as life fades away
Lost in time a hungry future eats our days
Satiate our fate without discernible decay
Memories stay as life fades away
But we all know
The pangs of growing old
We all turn back to dirt
To feed the flowers and the worms
But you cant it with you
The house, the car, the ring
You can’t take it with you
Much of anything
You can’t take it with you
A penny and your name
If you can’t take it with you
What’re you gonna leave?
Weigh the cost
Of the ticking clock
Time is money
But what’s it worth if it’s lost
More truth in a trunk
Than anything made from it’s heart
We’re all just bags of bones
But let’s say BB for short.
But you cant it with you
The house, the car, the ring
You can’t take it with you
Much of anything
You can’t take it with you
A penny and your name
If you can’t take it with you
What’re you gonna leave?
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3. |
Horse Is Sold
03:41
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My horse is sold
Thoroughbreds never liked getting old
My goose is cooked
Down coats never felt so good
And autumn leaves
And takes the color from the trees
And the wait for green
Mirror mirror what do you see?
Shellac this skin
To keep everything inside
We lied to hold a truth
And give our tongues a taste
Of hideaways from vacant days
And liver testing nights we prayed
To a beast that cleaned our bones
Because our pockets weren’t lined green
And blew all of the absurd from the obscene
And read Nietzsche till our eyes
Would bleed red and face would stream white
And chest glistened blue gasping at a scream
As the decrepit hands called prosperity
Rasped away our dreams
Don’t bare those teeth
Put your fangs away
We can all still eat
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4. |
Cut Through
04:07
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How does one cut through
All the conversation
I swear I tried to keep it light
How does one cut through
All the ones and twos
We all play DJ for a night
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
How does one cut through
Oh to be happy
And tell you, you can be happy too
How do you cut through
All the stone truths
Anyone you love will surely die
But to each their own
And to anyone
Who held my hand
How do I cut through
My legs are fucking tired
I guess ill give my thumb a shot
How do we cut through
Despite fortuna’s shadow
Enjoy the shade and twist a smile
But each their own
And anyone who
Gives a damn
Here’s to you.
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5. |
California
04:44
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Maps in my head
Too many Xs to count
Pick one just pick one
Oh what could go wrong
Red tinted face sun-washed with a frown
Eyes are stained red from the sweat on this brow
And I’ve got my compass ready
Tired of waiting on the stars
Everybody wants to talk about themselves
And their world
Tinted with roses
And I’m not sure that im a self
As I search for gold on the coast of
California
Write off these days
At least the ones they’ll allow
Check the right boxes and don’t make a sound
Left myself crumbs to find my way out
But when i searched for me last year not sure what i found
And I’ve got my compass ready
Tired of waiting on the stars
Everybody wants to talk about themselves
And their world
Tinted with roses
And I’m not sure that im a self
As I search for gold on the coast of
California
I wanna own my words
Not sell my soul
Want to keep my mind
Not gain control
And if i wanted a script
I’d move to Los Angeles
Tired of making lists
Just to check the boxes
Everybody wants to talk about themselves
And their world
Tinted with roses
And I’m not sure that im a self
As I search for gold on the coast of
California
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6. |
To Wolves
05:36
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Spend your days banging your head against the wall
You’ll start to think how good it feels
Waste your nights listening for siren calls
You’ll probably end up a meal
All I could take
Was all I could give
Thought I was more
Than blood in this skin
So feed me to wolves
So feed me to wolves
The innocent joy that held up my smile
washed away in the waves of each year
But I’ll play it coy and talk for a mile
About things that I’ll never hold dear
And all I could take
Was all I could give
Thought I was more
Than blood in this skin
So feed me to wolves
So feed me to wolves
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