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A Fond Farewell
03:30
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Sitting here across the floor, keeping one eye on the door
I watch the clock with bated breath, this ticking bouncing in my chest
I wait another hour or so, I count the floorboard tap my toes
God dammit where’d that hour go? I guess your watch is running slow
A fond farewell to Mrs. Flower crown
And keeping both feet on the ground
I check my phone but it’s gone dead, I guess I’ll check my pulse instead
A steady drum beats in my veins, god DAMN this sentimental pain
I wish I had a way to cope, I guess I’ll try this coiled rope
And with the chair just out of reach, I close my eyes and try to breathe
A fond farewell to Mrs. Flower crown
And keeping both feet on the ground
This town ain’t big enough for both of us
So I’m moving on, see you around
The knot slips out I hit the floor, I’ve never tied a noose before
You’re standing there looking aghast, I know your mad but it won’t last
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2. |
Commute
02:42
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Time's rage and old age, I feel 62
My twenties have beaten me red black and blue
I’m broke and I’m broken and New York's a bust
My youthful ambitions have bitten the dust
Riding the subway all day’s such a pain
I get home and shrug off the rain
The city is frozen and so are my dreams
Adulthood has torn me apart by the seams
My life leads to nowhere and that’s plain to see
Do i still have Love-songs to write inside me?
Riding the subway all day’s such a pain
I get home and shrug off the rain
This month and last month, it’s always the same
No money, no jobs but I still can’t complain
I’m healthy, I’m happy, my foots fall’n asleep
I’m walking back home through the fresh fallen sleet
I swear when I’m famous, I’ll still ride the train
I get home and shrug off the rain
With nothing to lose there’s the whole world to gain
I get home and shrug off the rain
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3. |
Undertow
01:45
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Sitting here inside my lonely self
I ponder all the poets on the shelf
But Neruda and Rilke cannot help
Me find the words that heard will make me well
Alone within my home I pace the floor
I close the windows and I lock the door
I play my favorite music though I’m sure
These songs won’t be enough to keep me warm
The whistle of the kettle lets me know
Water that I have boiled’s good to go
I pour a cup of tea and watch the snow
Alone without your love I face the cold
I guess that all this only goes to show
Alone without your love I’m undertow
I guess that all this only goes to show
Without your love I know I’m undertow
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Joliet
02:00
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Hey Joliet, is the sun aware just how
You stole her light from ‘neath her brow
And ran away
And Joliet, I can’t pretend to just forget
The way you went and robbed my crypt
And stole my heart
And you can’t pretend to just not see
It’s in the way you look at me, my Joliet
Now Joliet, is it warmer up on high?
Are you floating on the sky?
I miss you here below
Cause the water gets real cold
Please collect me when you can
You know I’ll always be your man
My Joliet
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Ephemera
02:41
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Cool words, hurt feelings
Lose my number, troubadour
But I stop you as you reach the door
Don’t call me lover
When we both can hardly stand
And I’m second place and secondhand
You’re just not worth it
And I wish it wasn’t so
But who can help it if it had to snow
So once more, I take my leave
My romantic reprieve
The ice was drifting
As I wandered through the snow
On the Hudson Riverbank below
You drive me crazy
And I know you feel the same
So what’s a little sentimental pain?
I’ll call you lover
'Til the feeling goes away
And I’ll stay the night some other day
One more time, I take my leave
My romantic reprieve
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Romeoville
03:33
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Oh darling I’m broken, so cold and soft spoken
I don’t know what happened
To the man I have been
My trust has been shattered, my coat collars tattered
By buffets of wind
And the ficklest friends
And I can’t escape from this melancholy engine
That knocks at my ribcage
And beats like a drum
(Oh leave me alone, just disappear)
Never eating losing sleep and lost in Romeoville
(Oh why won’t you stay? Just one more day)
Hold me close please one more evening, lost in Romeoville
You told me so sweetly “your sorrow completes me”
Then you turned round and left me
So what was the truth
I’ll never deserve you, I guess I’ll just learn to
Forgive you for learning
To live without me
And ‘til then I’ll just have to pull up my bootstraps
And head down the highway
From Romeoville
(Oh leave me alone, just disappear)
Never eating losing sleep and lost in Romeoville
(Oh why won’t you stay? Just one more day)
Hold me close please one more evening, lost in Romeoville
What did you think I would say?
You had me and threw me away
I’ll put you behind me today
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Perpetua
02:29
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Call my name
Do it so loudly so that
It’s not drowned out by the wind
You can hear it howl
Cold and so empty that I’m
Shaking right down to my bones
But the fire's warm
And so’s this old blanket that I
Carry around for the cold
You can take my word
Take my hand too if you want
Take my hand too if you want
Call my name,
Take my hand
What remains
Ash in the fire-pit I
Stoked by myself for a while
If you make it by
Let them know how high I climbed
Mark it somewhere in the snow
Call my name,
Take my hand
When I die
Here on my mountaintop high
Everything stays the same
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Saw you leanin’ in the door frame
Shared my tolerance for soft pain
Leave that cellphone on the shelf
Or I’m walking home myself
Couldn’t scare me with your disdain
Sharing cheeseburgers and champagne
When the tea bag left a bloodstain
Watch the water in your mug drain
Mixing bourbon in the cup
Never seem to be enough
To redefine my right-brain
You were tugging at my heartstrings
Never told you ‘bout my day dream
Snow-days came and went and changed things
My feelings better left unsaid
Lying fucked on my bed
Couldn’t wipe you from my mainframe
And now I’m fraying at the inseams
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Sandshark
02:52
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Little sandshark, little fish
Let me know your deepest wish
Then swim to me
Give me a kiss
The world is wider than you think
Living in my kitchen sink
You resemble me
Missing link
Time, sail on by
Give me fins
I’d rather swim than fly
I’ll give you all a human eats
Candied sweets and fatty meats
Grow large like me
On all my treats
Time, sail on by
Give me fins
I’d rather swim than fly
I can’t speak of Kings and Queens
But I know what worship means
Disassemble me
Make me clean
(shanty)
I met you at sunset the sky was like gold
You borrowed my jacket to keep out the cold
We walked and we walked 'till our skin was like ice
I asked if you loved me, I had to ask twice
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Homesick
02:18
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And everything is new again, the past is gone
But everyone I have known lingers on
If I could go back gain I would spy upon
The memory of staying up 'til dawn
We are not the same my friends because time moves on
But you and me, we knew that all along
If i plant my feet, will i feel less homesick?
And the seasons change again, when the summer's gone
The promise of fall helps me soldier on
If I can touch the snow again, it’ll make me strong
Winter will be here again before long
If I plant my feet, will I feel less homesick?
If I wear my coat, will that make the snow stick?
And everything is new again, the past is gone.
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Coastline Manhattan, New York
We write songs that makes us feel warm inside. We hope to bring you some warmth as well.
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