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Summer Sweater
02:32
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Suits me like a summer sweater,
Questionably I don't need it,
What if I small talk about the weather,
Find nothing to disagree with,
10 dollar special at the cahuenga psychic,
Seem insulted when they see things going well,
Pay for parking and walk down to the bowl,
See Pet Sounds performed live and cry,
Like the three sisters I see threads dangling,
Always wonder which one to snip at,
I suppose it doesn't matter,
Life's inertia can settle that
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Embarcadero
03:20
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I wake to see the ocean,
See Black mold but overlook it,
This place is too charming,
For me to continue sulking,
No need to stay docile,
When even your grandmother's warm smile,
Keeps me in line with,
What's important to mind,
Chorus:
Like fireworks in the day,
Still find good things to my dismay,
I just have to stop looking away,
Breathe the air in your portrait,
See grandchildren and your cousins,
Division is math not misfortune,
When you're primarily acknowledged,
Embarcadero lined freely,
Warm coffee while it's windy,
Have a place to look twice,
At what surrounds my misgivings,
Chorus:
Like fireworks in the day,
Still find good things to my dismay,
I just have to stop looking away,
Bridge:
Pull out couch in the living room,
Heater on the fritz, but It's still warm,
Diner's closed, but there's a drive thru,
"Handle with Care" plays on the radio,
Band together when you're tearful,
Share forgetting by the year full,
Breed a ritual through habit,
See what you want less imagined,
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3. |
Rented Fire
04:11
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I forget sometimes that I live in a desert,
Write about winter in the heat of summer,
Fever dream your eyes like shores,
Further reason to do more,
Everyday I read Le Petit Prince and sing Moon River,
And it's my fault if life fails to live up,
June bugs were knocking on my windows,
Strike against where the heat goes,
Drive my fossil fuel across tarmac,
At least a chance is good for a laugh
Everyday's a shell game shifting my world view,
And it's my choice if I want to continue
I forget sometimes about block marble eyes,
Sleepy mind stilled quiet drive,
Curl up when I'm tired,
Chisel down thoughts like rented fire,
Everyday I'm impressed I keep up the descent,
Take you home and smile no regret
(Such a lot of world to see)
(Wider than a mile)
(Wherever you're going)
(I'm going your way)
day dream, night dream, fever dream
day dream, night dream, fever dream
day dream, night dream, fever dream
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4. |
Tinsel
04:06
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When the point is grasped, who cares about the details?
The glamour of yesterday looks a bit just like tinsel,
I'll wither out a laugh, And sit in my high chair, pretend as if I don't care, about all that,
I'm not buying God's favor, or karmic behavior, as gold to chance
Solomon in pleasure,
Taqueria at midnight, speak as if right,
Theres always more polls to measure,
bruise on the ego, looks like a crescent moon,
shouldn't block one's own view, there's always more angles to plow through,
What's mine is mine, but what's In half is ours, there's still hands held up waiting to fall,
Hold up your pickets, claim it's in the name of white Jesus,
The book of love says good riddance, in this instance
What's the net worth of a sparrows plight?
Would it make a difference if I was another and you felt fright?
You felt fright
You felt fright
You felt right
You felt right
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5. |
Flock
05:05
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The shine off the tinted window,
Humid in mid century,
I see reflected as we go,
A country to keep with me,
A place that's not perfect,
But it's different than my own,
Wouldn't bank on just safety
But a restful decompose
Neon lights and advertisements,
Branches of a stone,
$100 dollar bus ride to reach
A sword to pull and groan
you wear sneakers to the apocalypse,
An orange tan on your old coat,
A brick by brick deconstruction,
A new wife to have and hold,
If I could IV drip or sip a bit,
From a better pond or pool,
I'd find a way to cinch it tight,
To cut off what's too cruel,
Set a spell, you digital witch,
On furthering your goals,
American cold to catch,
A sketch to mend and console,
Your ascot in the breeze,
Breathing in novelty,
Big city pigeon livin,
Beside burgeoning beauty
We'll get dinner when you're off,
To alleviate the shock,
I'm glad I'm abroad,
While the Shepard's lost it's flock,
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6. |
Deadpan
03:01
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Fevers build dams,
And that was true when you fell,
When that final grandstand,
You fought and held,
Became just sand,
Tossed in the backwash,
The half talk, the white walled,
Demands, then life again began,
Singers will deadpan,
Was true 'fore you were ill
Your heart up and ran,
Open country's free will,
Became a backhand,
Taut as a rough hewn cord,
Voice hoarse, cold remorse,
Reran till my footing could stand,
Played your hand,
Walked down Amerige to breathe,
The swings swayed and,
The park listened silently,
Between my pace asked,
What glimmer had changed,
My fiction flayed, diction drained,
At last, no more words to pass
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7. |
Honey Tongue
03:56
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Lately I've been hangin on
With more than a grip,
Putting forward a best,
That shares no requisite,
Shed depreciation,
Bed with better bets,
A zinger in partial,
To tie up some loose ends,
I might be a honey tongue,
But sweet truth is no jest,
If you're coasting you're going downhill
Sometimes that's alright,
No news for me
Means less circular talk tonight,
Drew a portrait of your dog
An olive branch if I ever heard,
Might've left me on my own,
But at least I learned,
I might be a honey tongue,
Still sweet truth is no jest,
Birthday candles like the rings on a tree,
Sugar high from years of repeating
Don't know how long I'll remember the details,
Dig in a heel, scan for one instant replay,
Genius of Love, dance to redeem some,
Of what use to be expected as such,
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8. |
Perennial Appeal
05:35
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Part I:
Christ was a hornet inside this head,
Stung to mention more than said,
Wrung around, common ground, hung sound, just layed down
Again and again,
Again and again
I'm glad you shrugged when I've been unsure,
Your punch is like a down comforter
Hibernate, gravitate, step, sway, guess away,
Again and again,
Again and again
Continue sleeping on a rented pillow,
Parent's home now vaguely an idea
Canned laugh, brass tacs, Pass the hat, I miss the past,
Again and again,
Again and again
Part II:
A father is a hard thing to compass,
Thunder is a quiet stretch to listen,
A mother is a wire sculpture,
A cog is a moving hill,
No siblings to pawn life off on to,
Only child's a Vermeer painting,
A cactus has perennial appeal,
A disciple is your mother's robe fit tightly,
Cousin is frustrated with the lord,
Cried in the airport's duty free store,
Grandparents are rocking chairs,
Perpetual motion machines rusting together alone,
When the breeze dies down I'll settle in,
Thought of it over and over again,
But family is a hard thing to gather,
So I'd rather sit and watch the leaves stir more
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Turns out I just wanted to dance with somebody,
I wanted to hear our favorite song,
I wanted to hum under my breath,
The sweet things my heart longs for,
I saw you hang the streamers,
I saw you tie up the balloons,
When I felt all but arrested,
It was only more signs to continue,
(Because)
When it's just you,
There's always more time,
till time proves to move,
for me it'll still be just you,
Gently sway through the room,
Pick up momentum by and by,
Fever dream the stars spinning around,
Till my arms hold you tight,
More cups clinking and laughing,
While our hands were tied up,
Only heard your footsteps patter,
Till there was no more party to interrupt
(Because)
When it's just you,
There's always more time,
till time proves to move,
for me it'll still be just you,
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10. |
Gift Shop
04:16
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Jittery before the second cup of coffee,
Forgetting what it takes to get me talking,
Not much, I'm trying to be more open,
Less guarded, more often
Get confused about my way of looking out,
Feel like a fossilized beetle in amber,
I'm older but have new lease on things,
I'm at least gift shop tease
Don't take it too bad if you're be got a lot on your mind,
The world turns and I feel just alright,
I know I can't run, I know I can't hide,
Can't do nothing but look for a good time
Pass By like that saying bout ships at night,
I'll settle for seeing old friends just online,
Like your trip to Costa Rica,
And that excerpt from your book you advertised,
Occupied space of the circles I've run in,
Buildings haunt with the accuracy of aged wine,
Sunlight hits the counter the same,
Am I still sitting here while everyone else has changed,
Don't take it too bad if you're be got a lot on your mind,
27 turns and I feel just alright,
I know I can't run, I know I can't hide,
Can't do nothing but look for a good time
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11. |
The Moon is Down
05:59
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A man is not measured,
By a changing of the guard,
A flicker of the screen,
Words from a distance screamed,
My tinfoil suit sits atop,
An iron heart,
Hollywood or high rise
Cripple gestured start,
Still when I'm appalled,
I wish I could have no expectations at all,
Point out our differences,
When we could see what's the same,
It finally rains in California,
And we all drive like we're 15,
Holiday dinners
More awkward than not,
Can't see beneath us,
Pass the gravy on up,
Still when I'm let fall,
I wish I could have no expectations at all,
Retired your practice,
Grew out your gray hair,
The Moon might be Down,
But there's still room to care,
Hiccup till I breath
A wrinkle in your tall smile,
Drift consciously away,
turn more inward everyday,
Still when I've the gall,
I wish I could have no expectations at all
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