1. |
Drown
02:07
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Oh there is rain
In the oaks tonight
Oh this rain
ain’t fallin’ light
There is rain
Coming from the sky
On this
Summer night.
I want to swim to
Where the waves begin,
And drown myself
And let it end
I want guns
I want love
I want the Georgia sun
I want fucks
I want lust
I want the Florida sun
Baby will you kiss me
Baby lets get in the sand
Baby lets go to the beach
Baby lets hold hands
I want things
Paired in dreams
Paired since nights
Full of beams
I want lights
I want rain
I want things
In the drain
Florida
Do you want to kill me?
Florida
Do you ever cry?
Florida
Do you believe in heaven?
Florida
Do you ever close your eyes?
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2. |
In Your Slippers Again
01:51
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I got piss on my socks,
I got stains on my shirt and my hair's a mess.
I got shit on my shoes,
I've got cleaning to do,
my place is a wreck.
I don't think I'm going out tonight,
I think I'll just stay in and write -
and think on the days when I'd take you away,
when we'd sleep in the same bed.
You'd say beautiful things,
like "I never will leave" like
"I'm here to stay"
Well baby where did you go?
Baby why did you go?
I had to clean out my room
and delete your missed calls,
I took your paintings off the wall.
I threw out your tampons
with your slippers on my feet
I couldn't tell what it meant to me;
its all absurdity.
It's all gonna be alright,
I promise I'll stay in tonight.
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3. |
Weekends
02:06
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Sink down into
that foreign couch
And get to counting
The dreams between your ears
before they make you disappear
You said you could drown in a puddle
you said you could drink up the sky
just stay inside
and turn off the lights
I could fall in love
With the first woman I touch
I could make her cry or
I could make her blush
They said I should learn to love myself
But how could I if I can’t love no one else
how could I if I can’t love no one else
I can see your eyes,
dividing all the time,
spread your gift around this fucking living room
get these boys high
give them tears in their eyes
because I’m out for the night,
so give them a good time
give them a good time
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4. |
Boyhood
02:01
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We recorded an album on my bedroom floor
we spent the nights with wine, we were in and out doors
exploring the taste of our new life
I kiss you on the mouth, you keep me wide awake
but when the summer ended you called it a mistake,
and left me sleeping in the Cadillac
and I found a girl, maybe 1 or 2 but no one could
quite replace you, so I lay in the yard until I wish on stars
that someone would come my way -
I love how ugly you are,
I love how bitter you are
I'd drink myself to sleep if I fit my bed
but I guess I don't
I'll take the couch instead
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5. |
Variety Peaches
03:41
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We drank her parents wine
On their guest bedroom bathroom floor
We ashed our cigarettes
Into the toilet
Until we had to go out for more
She had me in a
midnight day dream,
when I’d pick her up on peach street -
well, Georgia's got a lot of these
Its raining in Georgia
Can you count the pills on
my baby girl’s tongue?
Its raining in Florida,
all these drugs, does this shit still make you feel young?
Coffee, sex, cigarettes, ,
ritalin and 2 Advil-
you've got empty space to fill
I didn’t take you home then,
when you looked like a collage
crying in your parent’s garage
but at least we still share the moon
It will hold us together like glue,
if even we didn’t want it to
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6. |
Left To Tell Me
01:59
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Spread your toes in the sand
you've still got a few places to go
Build your home in the sky
you've still got a few books to read
Baby, I know you you've got some things left to tell me
Unzip the sky, bathe in stars
I promise you there is some light in that darkness
Photographs won't make her last
so put them up and get them all dusty
Don't be a dream lined in lover's ears
try to be yourself and drink up that whiskey
Baby, I know you you've got some things left to tell me
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7. |
Thank God
01:36
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God I promise you
That here's a good place to be
I bought a scratch off
And I got another free
I met an astronaut and he said that the
Moon don't sing,
He said that me and you are closer
than we think
I met a rain drop
And she said I'm not alone
She said "I fall daily,
And I never got back home"
God I promise you
that here's a good place to be,
I lost all my loved ones
But they didn't lose me
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8. |
Appalachians
04:08
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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 feel exhausted
I held something real,
I held your voice to my ears
I've only got a few more days
until it all goes away
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
and smile all the time
and every other Friday
we could go to the cafe,
oh life could be so nice.
I held something real,
I held your voice in my ears
but Ive only got a few more days
until it all goes away -
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9. |
Snaggy
01:56
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My baby girl shined
Brighter than yours,
My baby girl shined
Brighter than yours,
She would get you religious
by the bottom of the night,
She acts like water
When your tounge is dry,
And you get so lost
In her emerald eyes,
My baby girl shined
Brighter than yours,
My baby girl shined
Brighter than yours,
She would get you drunk
At the top of a mountain,
She can do the math,
While you're still finger countin'
She'll bring your ass to some
Hippy commune,
but she'll never wake you up
Before it is noon
My baby girl shined
Brighter than yours,
My baby girl shined
Brighter than yours,
My baby girl
Used to smell like patchouli,
But that was back before she went and fooled me
My baby girl
Is out pickin’ cherries
With a mother fucker
that needs a hair piece,
My baby girl
Aint my baby girl no more
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10. |
My Little Islands
03:41
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Put your cowgirl boots on
And we will drive through old Mississippi,
With the rain and the grey in the sky,
and the people on the streets with the fire in their eyes,
We will find the island
Where I found myself
We will bathe in the water and
Become someone else
But you don't want to believe
In such a thing
Angels saw off their wings,
And the sirens, the sirens
They sing like children,
And the islands, the islands
Will sink,
Oh my god
I lost my leaves
Oh my god
I lost my gust
Because I believed
That love was real
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11. |
My Little Mountains
01:44
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If I could wish
On a candle, I would just
blow it out
If I could wish
On your lashes,
I would have them closed
If I could wish
On a star, I would ask for
more stars
I would paint the heavens
With the tiny shining darts,
I would close my eyes
Give the garden more time;
I would drown the cities
And keep the mountains dry
I would ask for you
In a tiny living room
With a ring on your finger
And our children in bloom
If I could build a cabin;
If I could just be lovely;
If I could get my hands dirty,
I would tend the field;
I would spend the evenings
beside orange peels;
We could pass the whiskey,
and share our lips,
we could fall in love;
in the lake behind the fence
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12. |
Halloween / Chapped
04:04
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Is it clear what you need
Do you want love,
Or do you wanna be free?
close my blue eyes
let them die, honey let them die.
I wanna be a dying tree,
I wanna hold rain
And I wanna hold leaves;
I want to be the shadows
In our footprints in the snow;
I want to be Halloween,
I want to be the smallest things.
I made 700 bucks last night,
You can watch me turn that shit into wine.
Have you felt the undertow?
It made it clear,
it brought me home
//
I got so drunk
that I woke up in love,
I dreamt of you doing those
cute things you do -
you blew a kiss
that the wind disagreed with.
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13. |
Tennessee
02:02
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I think I'll move to south Tennessee
Find some pretty thing
To help wash you from me
I love the wind that slips through
The trees in these summer nights
Of star gazing
I think I'll move to North Carolina
find a pretty view where as to drink my wine up,
Maybe I'll move to Oregon,
find some angry liberal to teach me how to love again,
I think I should just up and go
But I doubt I'll make
it anywhere very far from home
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14. |
Maroon
03:31
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Sometimes I dream of you
Sometimes I wish I was rubber,
and wish you were glue -
I would paint the sky blue for you,
I would paint the moon maroon
for you -
The stars shined like windows to heaven,
when you told me you loved me
at the seven eleven;
we sipped on our coffee,
and held on our hands,
and kissed on each other
on the god given sand
Sometimes I dream of you
Sometimes I wish I was rubber,
and wish you were glue -
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15. |
By The Water
03:33
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Let me know
when you make it home,
I'll stay up all night,
I'll be by the telephone.
Let me know when you're safe,
Cause I hope we've got
Some plans to make -
I haven’t seen you since last summer
but I think about you everyday
I heard that you moved to the West coast,
but who knows, thats just what people say.
You were my island,
You were my small
And perfect place.
My friends say I need to stay awake, because my dreams,
because I've got some
dreams to chase,
But I think that I chase my dreams
Better when I'm sleeping -
You are July,
You were the fire in my sky,
I went to the beach, to watch your mixtapes sink,
and I was blinded by your absence;
and I thought:
When I die,
Bury me by the water -
When I come back to life,
I’ll be something better.
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