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Collarbone
01:55
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I see you
Each evening
Follow her home
Follow her home
The tears pool in the hollow of my collarbone
I’m leaving
This evening
To follow her home
And when she goes to shut the door
Don’t let it close
The tears pool in the hollow of my collarbone
My collarbone
My collarbone
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Because my love is worth less
More an inconvenience
Because I never came dressed
In the right skin
In the right skin -
Cranes bristle on horizon
The first few breaths of sun
Dogs set off by a siren
Delivering someone
To some bed
To some bed
And you’ll be getting up
And heading to work soon
But I was trying not
To think of you
Because my love is worthless
More an inconvenience
Because I never came dressed
In the right skin
In the right skin –
And you’ll be getting up
And heading to work soon
But I was trying not
To think of you
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3. |
Meet at the Bend
03:43
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Shuffling my feet down that grievous line
Spent all my money abroad running wild
Always the preacher to start something new
Never the valor to see it through
Mother calls in the early morn
Please return the things you loaned
I keep them longer just in case
Sat a year in the same place
If we meet at the bend
If we meet at the bend…
I could have warned you before I ran
Three golden words slipped out of my hand
Father calls in the early morn
Please return and come back home
I stay longer just in case
Sat a year in the same place
If we meet at the bend
If we meet at the bend
Eight hours apart
I’ll keep on holding onto your
Red tin heart
If we meet…
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4. |
Ajar
03:10
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I trace the truth down to its root
It’s not me that you sing to
It’s not me that you scoop
Up all the blossoms to bring to
And if I know the answer,
What makes me ask…
And if I know the answer,
Why do I
Leave this heart ajar?
Can’t we find some sort of truce?
Turn down your gas-lit eyes a notch or two?
Don’t drink up mine ‘til they’re removed
From their sockets, and could you
Keep in your pockets, those fine-boned hands
Mine want to hold, but can’t
Keep in your pockets those fine-boned hands –
Or should I
Leave this heart ajar?
Sky cracks open and I’m soaking
Floating on the muck ocean
Spread out like a palm, groping
For the tiniest of tokens
And I’m snatching at the rotten blossoms
That go bobbing past
I’m snatching at the blossoms…
Why did you let me
Leave this heart ajar?
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Marigold
05:31
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O your hair has spun to silver,
Prayers unraveled one by one
We’ve let the years melt around us
Now nothing is said and nothing is done
Heavy-handed velvet curtains,
Drawn before their time
Once time stood still
Now it moves and leaves us behind
Time is all we have
Trace your hands along the walls
In the dark you’ll find a door
Stop watering the marigolds
They’re well dead and gone
O your hair has spun to silver,
Prayers unraveled one by one
Trace your hands along the walls
In the dark you’ll find a door
Stop watering the marigolds
They’re well dead and gone
O my hair will spin to silver
And I’ll wear it with marigolds
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6. |
Resin
03:45
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Well I was chasing you through a station
That was your haircut, those were your trainers
I had started smiling at passing strangers
Pulled apart and re-wired my entire nature
I felt the anvil atop my torso
Mistook it for poor health but I was wrong
My breath gets short and then entirely caught
On thoughts I thought unthinkable before
Many times in the past I picked up splintered glass
Disfigured hearts and shoved them in my arms
My breath gets short and then entirely caught
On thoughts I thought unthinkable before
So this is it, never question it
How it holds on
Like a two-part resin
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7. |
Don't Visit
03:37
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Have you seen me?
I’m missing, I’m missing
Have you seen me?
I’m missing, I’m missing
What used to feed existence
No longer seems sufficient
And can I be forgiven,
Forgiven?
I sense the slightest resistance
Before the first sentence has finished
So I go on and love you from a distance
So I go on, knowing you’re none of my business
And can I be forgiven,
Forgiven?
The notes still float, dipped in gold, then in crimson
I hope I can be forgiven, forgiven,
If I can’t listen, can’t listen, can’t listen
If I don’t visit, don’t visit, don’t visit
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8. |
HIgh Rate of Nots
04:33
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I can’t quite put my finger on where to begin
So finish your dinner while it’s still hot
I know your position, but if you could just listen
To this doom that blew through me at the highest rate of Nots –
I’m not what you’d hoped for,
Not what you had thought
You’d get as a reward
But I’m not gonna not
When I would – I would take such care
Of that heart
Should I just leave, it’s what I always do
And I even kinda like it, too
‘Least I did ‘til I started leaving you
Closest I can think of to bringing some of you back
Is filling this bottle ‘til it’s fat and spilling with the water
from your kitchen tap – I really should not admit that
When I would – I would take such care
Of that heart
When I would – I would take such care
Of that heart
Just the possibility you could care for me
Is all I need
Just the possibility is all I need
Don’t take that, please
When I would – I would take such care
Of that heart
When I would – I would take such care
Of that heart
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9. |
Good to Me
04:13
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I must have guessed it when we met
I wrote it on a receipt I'd kept
It's hard not to smell it on you
So how is this - how is this news ?
I coulda picked any other seat,
"Be good to me"
Carefully select each ingredient
Like this might make a difference
To the taste of indifference
Might keep my hands off my own neck
Rinse and repeat,
"Be good to me"
Folded in ten by the day's ends
Spread out on a sheetless bed
Don't you have better things to do?
Couldn't you send your body, too?
No scent left to spend the night re-breathing
"Be good to me"
I must have guessed it when we met
I wrote it on a receipt I'd kept
It's hard not to smell it on you
So how is this - how is this news ?
Victory, aren't you meant to be sweet...
"Be good to me".
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10. |
Frostbit
03:04
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You’re gonna make a fool of me
I was warned, I disagreed
Can’t even hope for sympathy
You’re tender as a frostbit rose
What did I ever do to you
To cause you to be so cruel?
Which sin have I subscribed to
That causes you to treat me so?
When I was born I took this form
One look from you and I am sure
It’s not the one you’ve waited for
Mother and father told you so
You’re tender as a frostbit rose
You’re tender as a frostbit rose
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