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part five (foothills)
05:33
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short cities outline foothills
reminding me that i will leave
i'm footsteps from the mountains
it's the slowest chase into the trees
and hands will turn to hilltops
and hilltops into factories
i know just where i'm going
and i know that you can't come with me
i'm not asking you to wait for me
not asking you to wait for me
word is on the street
you're shuffling your feet
i'm not asking you to wait for me
my altitude is rising
my temper's got the worst of me
i shake to know i'm something
the air is thin but i can breathe
i'm not asking you to wait for me
not asking you to wait for me
word is on the street
you're shuffling your feet
i'm not asking you to wait for me
i'm crying, mother, mother
kansas won't belong to me
does he think it's getting darker?
no, i not he is what i mean
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2. |
lubec
04:28
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one, two, three, four
miss downstairs left the tv on again
and could i tell you of the day i had?
the phone is cold, this is barely four months old
it's been so long since it went so bad
i will fold this country to quarters for you
watch me, just watch me
steam pipe hiss is the sound of all of this
the sound of emptying out what you hold
no words to twist now there's nothing that i miss
a slow release made it feel controlled
i will fold this country between us in two
watch me, watch me
i will fold it like the map it is
fold it like a blanket and wrap it around you
try to fold this country to quarters for you
stop me, you stopped me
miss downstairs left the tv on again
like the company's not in her head
it's not so late but the light is growing thin
not so alone when voices talk beneath my bed
room of my own, i am alone, i am alone
i'm of my own, i am alone, i am alone
i will fold this country inside me in three
watch me, watch me
i will fold it like the map it is
fold it like a blanket and wrap it
around me
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3. |
manifest (oh)
03:31
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i dreamt i slept beside you in a
brick house made of future games
a letter sent, a manifesto
a promise i will come your way, come on
(come on)
there's a globe i kept on spinning
and a hopper in a green ashtray
old blue glass that passed the test
and they promise good will come our way, come on
make a home in nineteen seventy
'hank aaron' hits the dark
sense they would without the sensory
sing, lady, to make a spark
if you can hear, i am really real
if you can feel, i am here
if you can hear, i am very near
if you can feel, i am here
what a fear, that it comes back to me
transmissions i have sent for days
i know i slept beside you
in a brick house under snowy grey, come on
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4. |
solar bodies
02:11
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the solar bodies that move our moods
can find us anywhere
can't touch the lines that move the sea
but they exist they swear
they will point from A to B and
we are getting there, we are getting there
read them right and hold the key and
we are getting there, are we getting there?
tie the unknown maker towns
because they fill the air
untie the unknown singer's gown
and let her fill the air, let her fill the air
she will point to stubborn stars and
he will point to where they are
read them right and hold the key and
we are getting there, are we getting there?
a honey twin moon
hide in the bedroom
love what you can't ruin
and we are gone soon
we are gone soon.
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5. |
as hyacinths grew
03:03
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he lifts my lid, he saw all the mountains
stood, i'm good, the hours were countless
water pours right out of my kettle
growing fate from metal not metal
if we're ancient, what is kind?
who sees mountains on the rise?
i was patient, mind's been primed since me, me, me
from me, me, me
lifted your lid, we stood on the mountain
we're good, we should, the reasons were countless
pick the one, no need to pick petals
growing faith that never would settle
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6. |
simone
04:11
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narcissists and mystics and women in love
you hold everything
narcissists and mystics and women in love
you hold everything above you
unfold the map, take last laps, and roll me flat
seems i feel the same
unfold the map, take last laps, and roll me flat
seems i fell the same nearly never
come whatever about me
write the hits and fight fits and call it quits
this is for your self
write the hits and fight fits and call it quits
this is for your selfish intention
strip me of dimension
ladle consequences
unpaint the white fences
oh yes, and tear them down
i hope you're breathin' easy now
choke on last smokes and wheeze me out
i hope you're breathin' easy now
but you should know, you were a cowardly lion
lying to me
maybe i'll see you outside sometime
where you hide in plain sight
maybe i'll see you outside sometime
where you hide and you won't let me in
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7. |
orion, look down
03:56
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orion, staring down
small town woods, west coast sound
gold record, golden light
glow, green curtains, think i might
love lights distant cigarettes
knows no distance, nothing less
in blankets life was right
western summit, silver night
remember life was white
cosmic airport to still life
amusing, play the muse
'til mouths of song do cut you loose
this road is raw and worn
change of heart like hairpin turn
new kinds of gut punch cold
adjust your mirror, grow more bold
declare dead possibility
and looking in my wake i see
a litter of leaves ticker tape parade
and in my wake i leave
a little of leaves ticker tape parade
and in my wake i dream
a litter of leaves ticker tape parade
and in my wake i see
a litter of leaves ticker tape parade
and in my wake, i leave.
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8. |
91.5 (ave marie)
03:54
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summer, come, you're the only time
when i'm losing my leaves
sunday, come, to the church bell chime
to the family that grieves
it's just so hard to hear
what will never be said again
it's just so hard to hear
but i'll sing until you are near
but i'll sing until you are near
there's a man on the radio
and he says we've got all the time in the world
it's made up like the thoughts in our heads
made him up and fed it through the stereo
it's just so hard to hear
what will never be said again
it's just so hard to hear
but i'll sing until you're not there
but i'll sing until you're not there
you were married in sepia time
wear a face like a mask that is mine
write it down, though to run late's a crime
wear a mirror, a mask that is mine
wear a mirror, a mask that is mine
you'll find love most wherever you roam
and the blackest coffee
pick a petal and carry her home
we sing 'ave marie'
we sing 'ave marie'
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