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A Song After Grace
08:20
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The orange eats creeps and the long sleep
You show me how you hurt yourself deep
The longest nights and the warm days
You tell me how you like to worry
Oh, you left with what you know
No, you leapt you stubbed your toe
Broken bones, you took back what you didn't own
The black sand dries with the low tide
You ask me if it's worth it to keep trying
The summer ends and we fall far
You tell me that it's time for leaving
Oh, you left with what you know
No, you leapt you stubbed your toe
Broken bones, you took back what you didn't own
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2. |
Lorrie Moore
05:15
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She is like a sparrow on a fence, she is
neglected but for crumbs
She gathers up the scraps into piles and
pulls them into
concentrated lines
She is likewise
quite diminutive
without flight to compensate
She stays
near the ground on which she walks
She crawls sometimes
He's derivative, without influence
She gathers into confluence
It's so familiar, it's like
Everything you've never heard before
He is the tread on the tire
She's tired of the flattening out
She is the wind against the window
And when she blows he says, "Oh my my"
Like the bird beak-first into the glass
Like the bird in spasms on the grass
Like the bird beak-first into the glass
Stunned and startled, spasms on the grass
Apparently transparency will leave you lame and lying on the lawn
He is cursing on the curb on the corner in the cold
"This is getting old," she says
She is the binding on the book that never bends
"This has gotta end," he says, "I'm as good as dead"
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We ate paper in the yard
After the fourth or fifth time ya broke my heart
Our knees sank in the soil
You asked me to look into your eyes
You asked me to stay, I said I would stay
You asked me if I would stay, I said yeah
I told you I would stay and I stayed
Even after you went away
I still stayed
And we argued about the stars
You looked into my eyes with your eyes
What silly fools we are
Look at the scars
Look at the ways you've gone away
Every birthmark in the bathtub
Your dead tooth against my tongue
Your aloe on the nightstand
Woo woo woo woo woo
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4. |
Jon Says
03:44
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We’ve been being too careful than we need to be
Just let go and let your hands out from your pockets
You say:
"My hands are like ants from the refrigerator,
Chilled and cooled to recalcitrance"
And Jon says my eyes "are like melting in water"
Jon says my eyes "are like melting in water"
Jon says my eyes "are like melting in water"
Jon says my eyes...
Yes yes, birds with wings of wax
Feathers dripping drops into the cloudy water
We are palindromes and I
Start from the end like you read from the start
Yes yes, and we are
Palindromes and I start from the end
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5. |
I Wish All Our Hands
05:32
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Don’t ask me if I can’t see
Blindness isn’t something to be taken so lightly
Maybe I haven’t read all the books
Maybe I don’t have the looks
Like you’ve got
Don’t ask me if I can’t hear
Maybe there’s something wrong with my fears
Or maybe I just don’t wanna hear
All the things that you hold dear
I wish all our hands were petting all our cats
I wish we all were cats
And friendship lay on our furry backs
Don’t ask me if I can’t feel
I've got bruises on my knees from all the times you make me kneel
Don’t ask me if I wanna feel your touch
Baby it’s too much
Don’t ask me if I can’t taste
It’s common sense not to inquire with such haste
Don’t ask me if I want you on my tongue
Honey I might get stung
I wish all our hands were petting all our cats
I wish we all were cats
And friendship lay on our furry backs
Don’t ask me
To stop and smell the roses
Cuz I got me
Stuffy noses
I wish all our hands were petting all our cats
I wish we all were cats
And friendship lay on our furry backs
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6. |
Marco/Polo
03:58
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Just for an hour
If you wouldn’t mind
For once we’ll work together
You’ll disappear I’ll go blind
You’ll move around the room
I’ll guess where you are
I’m sure I’ll hear you breathing
Before you get too far
And what are we coming to
These games that we play
I’ll feel my way back to you
But you never stay
I’ll say what
you need to hear
So just tell me
What you wanna to hear
And I’ll say what you wanna hear
But it all sounds so hollow
And you choke on your words
You can’t seem to swallow
Every time you breathe in
You taste the lies that you spoke
Every time you breathe out
It sounds like something is broken
I’ll be hiding in the corner
You’ll be going where it’s warmer
I’ll be hiding in the corner
You’ll be going where it’s warmer
I’ll say what
you need to hear
So just tell me
What you wanna to hear
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I saw a sparrow peck a bone
I heard the beak against a stone
I saw a swallow swallowing flies
Above a lake in the Poconos
There was a black bear on a hillside
There was a bee sting and a blushing bride
I saw four swallows all swooping low
Under a bridge above the countryside
I wanted the Four Corners
I wanted the south of France
I wanted the family and I wanted the dance
I was Guildenstern to your Rosencrantz
I wanted Los Angeles, I wanted Montana
I wanted the mountains, I wanted the shore
I wanted mountains carved into my arms
I never meant you any harm
I saw the rose and the mother hips
I tasted something bitter on your lips
I saw your hair burn bright with flames
You told me you're tired of the games
The car was stuck sunk in the ditch
Swung and struck out on the final pitch
The year was lost, I was the burnt book
All the poems you wrote, the dirty looks
I wanted the Four Corners
I wanted the south of France
I wanted the family and I wanted the dance
I was Guildenstern to your Rosencrantz
I wanted Los Angeles I wanted Montana
I wanted the mountains I wanted the shore
I wanted mountains carved into my arms
I never meant you any harm
I saw your hair burn full of fire
I heard you telling me that you were tired
Each night I’m haunted by the freckled skin
I saw you carving lines into your thigh
I saw the blood stain on the sheets
I'm haunted by the way you moved your feet
Across my floor when you would dance away
You liked to leave marks with your teeth
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is to a fire?
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