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As It Will Happen
02:56
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I’ve danced in that time machine
And seen bitter Satan
You’re gonna fall in love with me
And you’re gonna hate it
A snarl and a show of teeth
Our failed, painful, wicked deeds in a scream
Future you, future me
From here it’s prettier than as it will happen
It’s muted and patient
And shallow and matted
You will lay down soon
In your bed and everything that I have said will have happened here
You can be so cruel
But I will take what I am given waiting for the hard collision dear
You’re the velvety wine to my sleeping tongue
Drunkenly stung
Don’t tell me those eyes are for everyone
Maybe it’s all about the cool distant run around
In a dream, a version of you and me
From here it’s prettier than as it will happen
It’s muted and patient
And shallow and matted
You will lay down soon
In your bed and everything that I have said will have happened here
You can be so cruel
I will take what I am given waiting for the hard collision dear
From here it’s prettier than as it will happen
It’s muted and patient
And shallow and matted
Here’s to us getting there
For it to matter
It’s four in the morning
And I see you Rosanna
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Wasps & Doves
03:45
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Your laugh is there, but far
Frail and lovely like wax in a wine glass at the bar
Your wisps slither in the dark
They lift just like they tremble through and break apart
I don't want to be your saint
Change your colors to shade
Love in all its constructs
Love with all its wasps and doves
Fucked in all our fuck-ups
Fucking and failing and healing and cleaning up
As your eyes slowly adjust
Your languid camera waits and moves and flashing gold erupts
You feel the drug of my touch
And when you breathe it in the party is a warm warm blush
I don't want to be your saint
Change your puckers to straight
Love in all its constructs
Love with all its wasps and doves
Fucked in all our fuck-ups
Fucking and failing and healing and cleaning up
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Mud and Worry
04:46
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If you run fast over the steely roots
and through the tangled wit of the woods,
A path may widen around you
And lead you right to the truth
We've all been through the mud and worry
But some have clean hearts and some have dirty
You have to choose what you say carefully
You find the truth slippery in your lies to me
I want proof behind all of the darling words
Because soon they'll burn right through that tongue of yours
In the dust of and not the ash
For you were sleeping not burning alert
And you were a heap of wire work and muck
Losing it in your bedroom unsure
Wine will be my sanguine bandage
But some have clean hearts and some of savage
You have to choose what you say carefully
You find the truth slippery in your lies to me
I want proof behind all of the darling words
Because soon they'll burn right through that tongue of yours
One half clean heart
One half ravaged
[One half] clean heart
One half absent
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4. |
Rubielle
02:39
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Smoldering in the grass
The cigarette that the two girls passed
So cool, their tortoise shades
And their flowing clothes and their skinny legs
Imprints smooth from the green blades
Impress the grass stains into my heartache
MD truth fever MA
Moving my earth shakes
Two lips on parade
Ru-Ru-Rubielle
Lay back in the sun
The weightless touch of the honey runs
Meet me in your tinted lens
I’m steady now, right above the rims
I taste youth in your sweetness
Cruel as your tongue quips
Magnolias and violets
Light little muse, what you wanted
Lips slightly parted
Heart so unguarded
Ru-Ru-Rubielle
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Patchwork
03:36
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It was just a head wound; call the curtain for my slack-jawed reprise
You lay on the carpet of my dim lit apartment that night
I did not have any, any money or furniture at that time
You told all your secrets to a halfwit, into my knocked-out eyes
Tell me where you want to go
And I will simply point that way
Tell me what you want to know
Come on girl, I’m wasted
Dancing right beside the strobe
Living pictures fade
Dancing right beside me slow
Flip side cloven spade
At times, I could see you staring right through the black glass of my eyes
And you'd see how my love swooned and it crashed too and it drew back without pride
We'd fear all of the futures, every movement from our hearts and our minds
But we're here with a broom for the glass bits, antiseptic, and a patchwork lullaby
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Bore You To Death
03:27
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A mechanical sieve and a sugar cube, watching the spill
as he pours me the absinthe with the smell of licorice and you
We’ll sleep at the casino tonight (lover)
Looking for ways to bore you to death
The oxygen that saws you in half
Is filled with melancholic breath
I will be the one that pumps the blood from your heart back into your hands
We were lost in a funny way; we knew where we were,
But we couldn’t catch a taxi to save our lives out of that place
Michigan Ave didn’t treat you well (lover)
Looking for ways to hurt you to death
The oxygen that saws you in half
Is filled with melancholic breath
I will be the one that throws the air from your lungs back into your breast
Looking for ways to bore (hurt) you to death
The oxygen that saws you in half
Is filled with melancholic breath
I will be the one that pumps the blood from your heart back into your hands
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7. |
Old Miami
03:30
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The car fell apart
In the parking lot he doesn't lock it
Nicky showed us Detroit
With all its art and all its garbage
Koi fish dancing
In the pond back behind the bar
The marble statues
Valhalla behind a garage
Silk and sod
Oh why did we ever leave that small reprieve of The Old Miami?
He played into it
The brick wall of the patio
He sang into it
The bottle at his feet he broke
And the man was shaking
And everyone there all seemed to know
That the soul they were taking
Was the brightest yet most alone
[Trembling ghost]
Oh why did we ever leave that small reprieve of The Old Miami?
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8. |
Can't Compare
02:45
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So casually afraid of what the future brings
I only think about the full stop ends of things
Should I waste all my time?
Should I wait here all night?
Can't disguise when my eyes trace your thighs in that green dress
Release
See, I don't know what that means
No, I don't know how to feel
Like I don't feel you
Am I the archetypal one that saves the day?
Or the dynamite that times it right to clear the way?
Blue lace and blonde hair
The first train of the morning
Can't compare to your stare like a snare that you caught me in
Release
See, I don't know what that means
No, I don't know how to feel
Like I don't feel you
It comes and goes.
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Honeytiger Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Philly two-piece
New LP "American Idyll" out now
See us at Johnny Brenda's on 8/28/22
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