1. |
Quittin'
01:21
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2. |
Vacation
01:51
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I couldn't keep this calloused heart away from view or from you.
Eighteen holes to play, and all I wanted from today is
V A C A T I O N.
Prickly hairs on yer pigeon legs-- whispered wind blew our weed like birds from the pier. Leap like giants into the sound.
What have we found?
Some future? Some comport in: conversations and the crazy places
we could see ourselves in seven years prime?
We could fight the traffic and all the lines,
and never go back to Medieval Times.
I can see you are holding out on me.
Maybe it's because you don't know yourself?
But, from what I can see,
"You've got it all, Baby!"
Hopefully, we can live happy here.
Sometimes, I can't take all these tears.
But, I wouldn't give them up for all the years
we could have and be happy here.
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3. |
Whiskey + Coke
02:07
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I'm not good at saving money; if I could save anything it'd be us.
I know you don't okay with love because it's too dangerous.
You think that I'm lying when I said I loved you;
at Cat's Cradle, you where crying when it was all said and through.
I never got my album.
You grew out yer hair.
I spent all this past year waiting
on you to reappear.
I never got my album.
You grew out yer hair.
I'll spend the rest of this year waiting
on you to disappear.
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4. |
Something on Yer Shirt
02:35
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You are a turquoise bookworm
with a blue binding, a silver lining, and silk pages.
You are a dark whiskey, a marlboro red cut with a little speed.
And then I get to thinking
When will I see you again?
You left without warning.
You left me lonesome and horny.
I still try to eat when I can.
Where did you go mid-western man?
(where did you go)
You've got no line on which to land.
I used to call you Cigarette Boy.
But now, I don't call you anymore.
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5. |
Joke of the Century
00:08
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6. |
Estranged
01:33
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My eyes haven't lit up like the 4th of July sky in a while, and
it's pathetic that I still miss your voice, your touch, your change in mood, your attitude. I romantized that life so much; how could I have changed anything? Could you? Would it have turned out the same way?
Could we grow?
Would it always platue?
Were those the cards we were dealt from the start?
Could I have burried my head inside yer heart a little
l o n g e r than I tried?
I have all the answers
and still sometimes ask:
"Why?”
All I really wanted for my birthday was a simple text that said "Hey,"
but I settled for nothing more than estranged.
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