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World
01:17
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I want to be your everything,
I want to be the world.
I want to be the sidewalk,
on your favorite street.
I want to be heaven,
I want to be a dream.
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Appalachians
03:08
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We can cover our ceiling
with plastic stars
but we will never have to wish on them
because below I'll be in your arms.
We can cover the floor
with cardboard boxes,
and I can make you tea
when you're feeling nauseas.
I miss something real,
I miss something that I feel
only a few more days
till next Friday.
Oh I can see it now,
A wife and a dog and a cat
and a pig and a fish,
in an old dusty house
with an old dusty fence.
And if you don't like school,
Well baby we can move,
We can rent a place
in the Appalachians,
and I can work at a gas station
and you could pick apples
and smile all the time
and every other Friday
we could go to the cafe,
oh life could be so nice.
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3. |
Snaggy
01:35
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My baby girl shines
brighter than yours
She will make you religious
at the bottom of the night,
she acts like water
when your tongue is dry,
and you can get so lost
in her emerald eyes.
My baby girl shines
Brighter than yours.
She will get you drunk
at the top of a mountain.
She can do the math,
while you're still finger countin'
and bring your ass to some
hippy commune.
And she'll never wake you up
before it is noon, yeah.
My baby girl shines
brighter than yours.
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4. |
Beach
02:25
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Well its been a few days since
I've had a drink and
and I'd say I'm doing it for you
but I know
you're doing it for me.
I had your number written on my hand,
I was gonna call you,
but I got your voice mail.
Baby i know you're so busy,
I'll try to keep it together
for this week.
I will go to sleep
with my tongue in my mouth,
with one hand in the other,
now whats that all about?
I found an angel
when I was drunk on the beach
and after she kissed me,
I started to speak
"baby do you want to
watch the moon,
go down with me?"
Now it's been four years
and she's still here.
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5. |
Hive
02:42
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Goodbye brother, sister,
in the sky full of blisters
from its taking.
Goodbye humble prayers
till I’m on a road
leading nowhere.
We had a those rough winters
writing letters
in December saying
it is not your fault.
You gave me a full life,
you gave me big blue eyes,
and wonderful cries.
Hello sweet buildings
dirty skies and empty ceilings,
I’m all broken now.
Goodbye dear friends,
but what’s to end
has already ended
but I'll miss those
sweet summer long talks,
sneaking out
to get fucked up.
You gave me lots of help
when I really needed out
but I’m out now,
but you know you can
call me up
and I'll be there
before the morning comes.
On my easy drive
I saw angels in the sky,
shining bright
swooning to gods light.
Florescent lights from above
hang down, and illuminate my little bed bug.
It's got me, sunk deep into a chair, breathing in nothing but us.
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You mean nothing to me,
you used to be my everything.
I hope that karma finds you,
I hope you don't know what to do,
I hope you feel lost and afraid,
I hope it gets worse and worse everyday.
I took your paintings off the wall,
I filled a trash bag with sin,
and I hope you never love again.
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We Will Get There Eventually Naples, Florida
Experimental singer-songwriter, emo-folk and bedroom pop project by painter, Morgan Motes.
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