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Beautiful There
04:47
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I hear it’s really beautiful there,
I bet people say that all the time,
when you mention where you’re from,
when they’re asking what it’s like
And no it doesn’t hurt, that you smell like lavender,
and your accent’s like a ticket for a ride
and I’m not one of those, to get caught on a loose end
but you look like a knot that’s come untied
I bet your life there is so different, what do you think of it here?
Do you hate that question, god I’m so predictable.
It’s just not that easy to answer, I miss my family
I came here because I had to, back home I couldn’t breathe
I miss the cobbles on the beach, I miss the rose in mama’s cheeks
I sailed here on a ship of memory
And all the bricks of thought I brought, they start to make a wall
Til memory’s a house that keeps me dry
So it might be hard to see, all the reasons underneath
Leaving somewhere beautiful to go try and be free
But if you feel like going somewhere that you never want to leave,
You should try being in your company
I wish I could remember when I last took a vacation
That’s the word you all use for holiday
I never seem to rest, I never seem to breathe
Memory, the crush of a soft breeze
Refreshed and reborn, every silver morn
Awake into the rays of memory
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2. |
Paramedic Blues
01:57
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You act like a paramedic with a grudge
Against the hospital
Who-oo-oo loses if you drive away
Only you can say
But ask the bleeding boy or girl
Take a poll would you rather be saved
Who-oo-oo loses when you drive away
This is no time to pray
God damn you don’t wanna love me back
God damn you don’t wanna love me back
God damn you don’t wanna love me back
And now I gotta sing about that
You can do good but not be good
It happens all the time
Who-oo-oo loses when you act that way?
I wish that you had stayed
God damn you don’t wanna love me back
God damn you don’t wanna love me back
God damn you don’t wanna love me back
And now I gotta sing about that
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3. |
Bad Memories
04:25
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Colder than where
You keep bad memories
Frost-bitten and dry, tucked behind leaves
A fresh revelation
Your new industry
Sun on each awning, dew on each blade
Do you remember what we used to say?
And all these trees
Will forget you in time
It was a comfort to keep it in mind.
It’s no deeper than love, no wider than grief.
It’s no colder than where you keep bad memories
It’s no deeper than love, no wider than grief.
It’s a wonder sometimes the shit we believe.
What more is a memory
Than something to do
Something to carry, ignore, or review
Colder than where
You keep bad memories
In the mind’s attic, in the heart’s beat.
It’s no deeper than love, no wider than grief.
It’s no colder than where you keep bad memories
It’s no deeper than love, no wider than grief.
It’s a wonder sometimes the shit that we keep.
Colder than where
You keep bad memories
Frost-bitten and dry, tucked behind leaves
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4. |
Call It a Target
03:21
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I was thinking man
How hard it’s gotta be
To live inside a life outside a dream
It’s one thing to be sad
Another lonely
The difference is a desert, yea, the difference is a sea
In the worst case, it’s a big deal
In the best, it’s not so bad
From a distance, that’s a small hill
Never mind the fears you had
On second thought though
Fear’s what makes you
And if it builds you, can’t it break you,
Do we grow from the suspense?
Who was it that said
Nobody knows best
Oh me, well I, I do believe it’s truer than the opposite
We’re shooting arrows at some hay,
Sometimes we call it a target
It’s one thing to be wrong
And one to disagree
The difference is tiny, to an infinite degree
I was thinking man
How empty sky can be
I don’t believe in ghosts or angels, but I’ve been wrong about things
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5. |
Wild Town
04:03
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It’s the city it’s the mean things
It’s the way to get by
It’s the wonder of the small things
In the blink of a small thing’s eye
It’s the writing on the wall that
You didn’t notice till now
It’s the way, on the runway, you can’t
Put the wheels down
It’s the city it’s the bright lights
Always bring you low
It’s the places that you want to
And the places that you go
It’s the darkened heart of night time
It’s the sharpening of stars
It’s the racing of the white lines
Underneath the cars…
Wild Town. Wild Town.
I don’t blame you for wanting to get out.
It’s something, this city
I’m not so sure
It’s secrets, it’s pretty
Not anymore
Come on, a time. Hey sport, it’s time.
Play as it lays.
Play as it lays.
Wild Town. Wild Town.
I don’t blame you for wanting to get out.
It’s the killer inside
It’s the killer on the loose
It’s the killer on every corner
It’s the killer in every noose.
Wild Town. Wild Town.
I don’t blame you for wanting to get out.
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6. |
Try Poetry
03:53
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You want consolation, try poetry
You want resignation, try war
You wanna see me again, and I just went out the door
You want compassion, get a pet
You want justice, get upset
You wanna know where it is I’ve gone, and I haven’t even been long
You want comfort, try to pray
You want answers, what’s standing in your way
You want the truth, but that I fear is not mine to say
You want it special, put a bow on it
You want it real, just look at it
You say you miss me, and I believe it
You want wisdom, try a dream
Want assurance, try belief
You want to know that I’m ok, but it’s not my place to say
You want perfection, read a book
You want distraction, ask a crook
You want rejection, but I can’t let you off the hook.
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Every morning mercies new
Goodbye amen to each of you
Every morning mercies new
Oh god, it is so good to see you.
In a separate universe.
other angels do rehearse.
Scattered wings and broken verse.
Yes, those were angels that you heard.
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8. |
This Was The Country
05:46
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Fifty years ago, hell twenty, none of
This was here, this was the country
Someone built a house, and someone built a fence
It’s not yours until you keep somebody in
How many times have our lives
Floated along like spots in our eyes
We believe history
If you tried to tell me back then I’d be here now,
I doubt I would’ve minded
Parked on a hill
Perpendicular to north and southbound motion
Cars on a course
Fossils in a hollow ocean
What history this morning was told by the pavement
The sound of passing cars,
show me what the roads meant
Fifty years ago, hell twenty, none of
This was here, this was the country
Someone built a fence, and someone built a house
It’s not yours until you keep somebody out
How many times have our lives
Floated along like spots in our eyes
We believe history
If you tried to tell me back then I’d be here now,
I doubt I would’ve minded
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9. |
I Can Feel The Breeze
03:38
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I can feel the breeze
Brushing the back of my knees
Sending its’ signals through skin
Selling its’ calm for a fee
Am I where I should be?
And then I say to myself,
“are you saying you’re not happy?
Are you saying you’re not free?
Do you really believe you’re not where you should be?”
And I don’t even know the answer
‘cause I don’t really know what I want
you could say that’s a form of satisfaction,
you could also say that it’s not
Oh, I can feel the breeze
Oh, I can feel the breeze
Oh, I can feel the breeze
Oh, I can feel the breeze
I can feel the breeze brush the back of my knees.
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