1. |
Red Eye
12:22
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You swim in my blood.
My veins, as blue as your eyes,
when I see you cry.
Pearly whites when you smile,
you smile through your God,
when life seems too hard.
Let's skip the facts now,
and get on with our needs.
Loud and pretentious,
that brings me off to sleep.
I know there are things
that you can't say to me.
I'll always stay here,
when I'm the one you need.
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2. |
21
06:59
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There you go down raging waters below.
White rapids singing in harmony.
So I was told that you don't know who you are,
when you have clouded streams flowing inbetween your eyes.
Quiet now. I don't need to wake you up.
I will slide on in the bed with you now,
and hold you close until the waters slow down.
Before I knew things wouldn't go like they should,
I had this feeling I could catch you from the edge.
I heard inside of my sleep, "You can come back to me now."
I run and run and run to keep up with you now.
I listened and I spoke,
to a girl who wasn't here when I lifted the covers;
awoke from a sleep deep underneath the sea.
I hate waking up from dreams where I fall in love.
Love that seems so far away in the real world.
I hate waking up from dreams where I fall for you.
You will always be the same to me.
Justify the means of the warm summer air
that speaks in harsh languages that I do not want to
carry around this heavy heart in a city long gone.
Fall asleep to ocean breeze.
There's still a touch of you around;
a touch I'd never want to forget.
And so long ago we met
and then you saw my face again.
I hate waking up from dreams where I fall in love.
Summer stars were different this year.
They weren't the same without you here.
I hate waking up from dreams where I fall for you.
I'd never want to lose you.
You're the most wonderful girl in my twenty one year old world.
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3. |
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Some escape some door to open.
This path seems the blackest but I
guess it's the soonest,
but there in the clearing I
know you'll be wearing
your young aching smile and
waving your hand.
Can't go with my heart when I
can't feel what's in it.
I thought you'd come over
but for some reason you didn't.
Glass on the pavement under my shoe
without you is all my life amounts to.
A final sleep no
words from my cutting
mouth to your ear or
taut wicked pinches
from my fingers to your bitter face
that I can't heal.
I know tomorrow
you will be
somewhere in London
living with someone.
You've got some kind of family
there to turn to
and that's more than I could ever give you.
A chance for calm.
A hope for freedom.
Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
by the forest of our spring stay
where you walked away
and left a bleeding part of me
empty and bothered,
watching the water.
Quiet in the corner
numb and falling through.
Without you what does my life amount to?
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4. |
Mercy Street
06:27
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Looking down on empty streets,
all she can see
are the dreams all made solid,
all the dreams made real.
All of the buildings,
and all of the cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head.
She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam.
She pictures a soul with no leak at the seam.
Let's take the boat out
wait until darkness.
Let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes.
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey.
Nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
There in the midst of it so alive and alone;
words support like bone.
Dreaming of Mercy Street.
Wear your inside out.
Dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again.
Dreaming of Mercy Street.
Swear they moved that sign.
Dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms.
Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth.
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word.
Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box,
to the priest-he's the doctor,
he can handle the shocks.
Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips.
Dreaming of Mercy Street.
Wear your inside out.
Dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again.
Dreaming of Mercy Street.
Swear they moved that sign.
Dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms.
Anne, with her father; he's out in the boat
riding the water.
Riding the waves on the sea.
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5. |
White Wall
09:46
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Don't let me forget this time
because you know my memory isn't so good.
You know I was a beat up loser
to try and do things the best I could.
I stare down. I look away,
I don't want to see the mess I've made.
I'll try once. I'll try two.
I'll try almost anything to get back to you.
Don't let me regret this time
that I'm not the nervous man who would.
I know I was that shitty loser
who'd frame my mistakes on a wall.
White walls are standing still
causing reflection of the sun
against my curtains,
it's keeping me still
from doing things that I hate
or doing things that I love to do.
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6. |
North Jackson '93
07:37
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I stood outside an old house.
I stood outside an old house
that I've known since 1993.
I stood outside an old house,
an old house where I used to play outside
on North Jackson Street
back when I was younger
and every thing I saw, it looked so vivid,
meant so much to me.
I shut it out;
all of our bad times.
I wanted it all;
fixing all of your faults.
And on the floor
of my window porch.
I'm letting go
of my feelings low.
Who can deny that there is a loving in our eyes?
It ain't contrived all this magic in our lives.
Blooms up like a cloud then drizzles and cries.
Media transit station,
where trains took us to and from our lovely city: Philadelphia.
Both of us wanted to go
and travel to the cities finest art museum.
Holding hands in Love Park
and sitting down late at night to watch the water in the lake dark.
I held it out;
watching both of our eyes.
Freezing our time
under the night skies.
Leaving your ghost
on the Schuylkill coast.
Tremble in the hips
when I kissed those lips.
Who can deny that there is a loving in our eyes?
It ain't contrived all this magic in our lives.
Blooms up like a cloud then drizzles and dies.
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7. |
Katy Song II
06:47
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Some escape some door to open.
This path seems the blackest but I
guess it's the soonest,
but there in the clearing I
know you'll be wearing
your young aching smile and
waving your hand.
Can't go with my heart when I
can't feel what's in it.
I thought you'd come over
but for some reason you didn't.
Glass on the pavement under my shoe
without you is all my life amounts to.
A final sleep no
words from my cutting
mouth to your ear or
taut wicked pinches
from my fingers to your bitter face
that I can't heal.
I know tomorrow
you will be
somewhere in London
living with someone.
You've got some kind of family
there to turn to
and that's more than I could ever give you.
A chance for calm.
A hope for freedom.
Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
by the forest of our spring stay
where you walked away
and left a bleeding part of me
empty and bothered,
watching the water.
Quiet in the corner
numb and falling through.
Without you what does my life amount to?
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