1. |
Already Mine
04:44
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When the train/van gets to New York from West Virginia, we'll stop the rain.
The shows keep adding up and the lack of sleeping burns my eyes
There's a girl I call at night
and she calls me all the time.
I'd like to think I'll get her but she's al-ready mine.
This motel's neon light is too dim for writing
and too bright to sleep
Four weeks we've been apart...feels like forever
and I'm too tired to weep
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2. |
Angel, I'll Wait
04:03
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when I fell for your blues
on the landing pad you
were playing "pen moustache" and
making my day.
in the gold grass you drew
an old bird with a view
of a glass bowl with upturned eyes
and a fish on it's side
angel, i'll wait
for posts in the mail
notes on a polaroid
lipstick on tape
my photos of you
all taped in a book
surrounded by poetry
lines on a page
angel, i'll wait
for posts in the mail
notes on a polaroid
lipstick on tape
my nights with the curtains drawn
all bent out of shape
a shoe-box with parting shots
to fuel my tirades
angel, i'll wait
for posts in the mail
notes on a polaroid
lipstick on tape
baby, come lay
beside me and say,
"please, please just tellme."
and kiss me all day.
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3. |
Buy Your Minutes
04:29
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I sure doubt you’ll hear it. This is song number three and goodbye.
Erin you’re burning my eyes.
You wrote that you’re leaving. I wish I could miss you this time.
Los Angeles no angel of mine.
I want to buy you minutes. No, I want for the night that we met
to go on forever instead.
You keep living in still life. You live in the girls that I bed.
You’re living in songs and my sweat.
You come pouring in. A thorn in my chest.
Bleeding me blissfully.
I love how it hurts.
I love how this hurts.
I sure doubt you’ll hear it. This is song number three and goodbye.
Erin you’re burning my eyes.
You wrote that you’re leaving. I wish I could miss you this time.
LA no angel of mine.
The City of Angels: my demon alive.
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4. |
Don't Say You Will
04:28
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Portland called again and I was up
and thinking Carolina might be
just the thing to take you off my mind.
It's getting very late and from my room
I can see the skyline and Los Angeles has let me down again.
Don't say you will.
You said you would.
I just can't stop hearing "you'll be somebody good."
I heard Single Spoon and thought of you
and thought of leaving. Like maybe Kansas might just do this boy some good.
Tim said, "It takes two to do the spoon."
and California might be just the place to hole up in some room.
Don't say you will.
You said you would.
I just can't stop hearing
you'll be somebody good.
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5. |
My Bird
01:55
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on my shoulder, a bright-blue bird of mirth.
a dark harpie in drag. evenso, this is MY bird.
it's chirp, telling me of shiny shoes and shiny eyes,
rosy cheeks and perfect babies
and protection from evil promised from the beak of the devil
foul feathers astretch, talons to flesh
my bluebird she "sings" if one can call it that,
with squalid breath, of hope dying knowing full well
of angels and demons and of not knowing the difference
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6. |
My Bird Too
02:00
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on my shoulder, a bright-blue bird of mirth.
a dark harpie in drag. evenso, this is MY bird.
it's chirp, telling me of shiny shoes and shiny eyes,
rosy cheeks and perfect babies
and protection from evil promised from the beak of the devil
foul feathers astretch, talons to flesh
my bluebird she "sings" if one can call it that,
with squalid breath, of hope dying knowing full well
of angels and demons and of not knowing the difference
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7. |
Speaking Through Pages
02:54
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She says, “I’m glad to see you again.”
The silence between us has ended
but, we don’t talk about what we want
Hollywood has never looked better than this.
I know that down there there’s no us;
it’s wicked and dirty and mean
Holidays down the coast down by the sea;
Monterey drowning in me.
Making things best I believed.
I believed if we could just make it through that
and were not torn apart by the last month,
we could walk circles in rings.
I will live in letter form
and speak through pages.
It feels like ages between days
when i feel no pain.
When I can stand hearing your name.
When I can still hear what you’ve done.
When I can get to sleep alone.
Please call when you have the time.
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8. |
Soundtrack for a Book
02:52
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9. |
Stateline Lull-A-Bye
04:13
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This is my cheap sad hello
'cause I really don't know where you are.
This place won't leave me alone anymore.
but i think i have nailed down the cause.
I heard a song on the radio and i sang along till my voice was all gone.
i steered the car east singin' I Shall be Released.
'cause somewhere out there is the dawn.
somewhere out there is the dawn.
i still write you songs when i'm lonesome
but i can't bear to send them to you.
from these bright LA lights to those cold Reno nights
that distance has worn holes in my shoes.
I heard a song on the radio and i sang along till my voice was all gone.
I drove the car south with these words in my mouth
'cause somewhere out there is the dawn. somewhere out there is the dawn.
i can change the station on my old radio
but i still can't tune it to you.
i'm too old to fall and i'm too young to break
but i'll break every heart in this room.
I heard a song on the radio and i sang along like i was singing to the world.
I drove my car west back where i like it best
'cause somewhere out there is a girl. somewhere out there is a girl.
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10. |
We Broke Georgia Open
04:30
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shannon, we broke georgia open that night.
the whiskey you poured over wounds
moved us from the bed to the bathroom floor twice
reluctantly draped in perfume.
didn't we hate poor atlanta that tuesday?
the promised land closer too soon.
we lit out at daybreak for athens all wrecked
and we longed for that dirty old room.
didn't we make a great mess?
didn't we break the bed?
didn't i steal all your breath?
didn't i wreck the bed?
shannon, we ran for the coast after dawn
in savannah we drank 'til we dropped
and living on floors and borrowing time
we rolled in all wasted on love.
didn't we make a great mess?
didn't we break the bed?
didn't i steal all your breath?
didn't i wreck the bed?
settled like stones on the park bench. nursing heads in ardsley park.
pounding nails in our caskets i wrote it down and fell apart.
didn't we make a great mess?
didn't we break the bed?
didn't i steal all your breath?
didn't i wreck the bed?
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