1. |
Nathaniel Hawthorne
07:07
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Mother take me to the mountains
I am old enough to know
I’ve been wondering weary naked
Barefoot on a travels road
I close my eyes
I am afraid
I melt this snow
I curse this grave
4 am
Fast asleep
Vision of you and me
Nathanial Hawthore
A Wisconsin beach
Good at beginnings
Concise and moral end
But we get a little muddied in the middle, don’t we
Get a little muddied in the middle, I see
Danger up a ways
A denser storm cloud than all our darkest days
And I’m tugging at your shirt sleeve
Surly you’ll see
That I’m tugging art your shirt sleeve, darling
Find shelter with me
And you ask me to stay
And I say
Noway
No way
No
Way
I need a miracle and miracle a miracle again
This time i’m sure he’ll let me down
I need a miracle a miracle a miracle again
This time i’m sure he’ll let me drown
While he says
Do not mind the bathtub
I will cast these bones
They always lead me true
But I’ll grind them to dust
If they
Say I’m not for you
Forget me nots
In an empty plot
I’m not one to be told what to do
Set the field on fire
When they say i’m not for
Say i’m not for
You know I’m not for you.
You’ve got me pegged
Got me pegged
By those words you said
You said I’m crazy, so I’m crazy
And you’re right
I know I know I know I know I know I know
I said - I know what I am
I’m difficult
I’m difficult
I’m much too much to be
Trusted in what I want or be
Spoken to too reasonably
You said listen
So I listened
So i am still listening
I’m not as pure as you inferred
Soap in your listerine
But I
Make you
Believe
I will cast these bones
They always lead me true
But I’ll grind them to dust
If they
Say I’m not for you
Forget-me-nots
In an empty plot
I’m not one to be told what to do
Set the field on fire
When they say i’m not for
Say i’m not for
You said I’m not for you.
Hyperventilate
Hyperventilate
Through jealousy
Like steroid steam
Just relax your lungs
Just relax your lungs
And breath
Just say you love me or go home
Say you need me or else
Leave me alone
900 miles on the same road
Your solipsistic summer self
And your syrup in my bones-
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2. |
Red Gate Woods
06:48
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I’ll pull the nails out of my heels
I might bleed and clot won’t walk away
I’ll fake belief that makes this real
Say we should make camp at lovers bay
Fold this body into paper cranes
Say the grass is greener where it's tilled
Weight on my arms till the bow does breaks
You say we should set fire to lovers field
Lord, That's my baby
He's the keeper of my stories
Lord, that's my savior
Tells me all true love is gory
Lord, that’s my baby
One touch and you’ll leave me restless
Lord, that's my baby
Says real world eat me for breakfast
I’ll make it worse
Make it worse
I’m not even sure I can feel hurt anymore
I’ll make it worse
Make it worse
I’m not sure I feel it anymore
If someone could but hold this map
Then I could collapse
Then I could collapse
If you’d be an oasis that might
Let me collapse
Please let me collapse
Please
I’m so weary
Won’t you rest with me tonight and
Press your self of near me
In my mind
I’m screaming myself blue
Into red gate woods
After you
When I was younger
Was easier to believe
That love need not be
All that i dreamed
But I’d rather be starving than at a table of food
Made of plastic and paper when I could be
Sustained by you
If I send up a flair
Will you answer
I’ve been stuck in this defensive cavernous stance err
Two years of personality stretch marks
Self discovery, trials
Anteing up truth through music like bile
And I will dig deeper find resilience stalk piled
But i’ll dream of your hands
Still unknown and unbridaled
Oh
It’s so easy
To find
Someone who needs me
I just gotta know
Is there a life form out there
That can hold their own
Lord thats my baby
Lord thats my savior
Lord thats my baby
One touch and you'll leave me restless
That's my baby
Shake em up and poor him over ice and call it breakfast
I’ll make it worse make it worse
I’m not even sure I can feel hurt anymore
I’ll make it worse make it worse
I’m not sure I feel it
I don’t think I can feel anything
I don’t think I can feel anything
I don’t think I can feel anything
I don’t think I can feel anything
I’ll pull the nails out of my heels
I might bleed and clot won’t walk away
Do with this body what you feels
And bury me too deep at lovers bay
Bury me too deep at lovers bay.
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3. |
Song
04:33
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Well I’m not sure where my childhood's gone.
I saw it creeping round here yester year.
But winter came and I took the blame
for things I should have just chalked up to fear.
Summer breathed her warnings into me
but she stole away, a thief in the night.
She took all we had
every god damned last piece of our salvation
Left us groping in the grayish-ness of light.
I lost my mind
Slept in blankets weighted with time
I awoke to find you still sleeping next to me.
Now i’m terribly afraid
of all the perfect love we’ve made.
I’m so sorry,
Never said loving me was easy.
But if you want a song
I would
write them all
for you.
Said if you want a song
I could write them all
for you.
This whole damn month
my ship’s been more than sunk
you put on your stern face
to get me out of bed.
But sorrow knows not fair
and gives me more than my share
takes me down paths I’d rather not be lead.
You keep me warm.
Talk of spring and summer storms.
Say good weather is just around the bend.
Through all this dark
you somehow left your mark.
I’d be proud to live such a life again.
and if you want a song
I would
write them all
for you.
Said if you want a song
I would write them all
for you.
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4. |
Any Local Bar
04:40
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He’s been looking down for seven months now
Became what he despised from desired somehow
Failed every last spell we case
Made love half assed
As some homoge olly oxen free to the good days that have passed
But if you don’t want to be here
We don’t have to be here now
And if you don’t want to be here
Why are we here now
When we could just start over
Somewhere down the river
See I could sling drinks at any local bar
Your wine wreathed winner
It’s weak coffee, neon diners
Me sleeping in your lap
I’ll climb over you to switch drivers
A young Springsteen drove like that
Gas station hats
I’ve been looking down for seven months now
The height was such a high till the later unwound
Your eyes are always red
From weed, tears, or words unsaid
In this bar I’m being barred from being part of the life we both had wed
But if you don’t want to be here
We don’t have to be here now
And if you don’t want to be here
Why are we here now
When we could just start over
Somewhere down the river
See i can sing songs at any local spot
Your sweet ol’ sinner
I know it sounds clichet not to give a fuck about a place
But my allegiance to those mornings with my neck against your face
I’m so sorry sorry
That I made my dreams your dreams
I thought
If I made you me
That loving you’d be easier
We’ve been looking down for seven months now
I know that you despise me but I’ll fix it right now
I’ve been turning off and on the lights in every room
If I focus on life’s questions
I’m never focusing on you
All of these new shaddows
Armed with a jar, I can catch them
Our lives became unfamiliar
And I’m guilty
I let them.
If you don’t want to be here
Don’t be here now
I’m so sorry sorry
That I made my dreams your dreams
I thought
If I made you me
That loving you’d be easier
Oh wisdom of ancient creeks
Narsisius I’m drowning, I’m drowning.
I could just start over
Me and the river
See I can sling drinks at any local bar.
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5. |
Crash Course
05:27
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I don’t recall that car crash
That they said was your fault
But with cell phone costs and memory loss
I believed it all along
Now I’m not sure of that punishment
That they said I’d accrue
By looking like you were looking like
I’ve been looking a lot like you
I never saw that painting
Before it was destroyed
It talked of distant rains-es
And the mountain plains-es
And my future in illinois
Now I’m not sure of that punishment
That they said I’d accrue
By wanting like you were wanting
I’ve been wanting to be like you.
You came home
Locked doors
Woke us up to
Meteor
They came with trash bags
And their condescending tones
In softness they thought
Malleable
In intuition
They thought
Animal
And with all the grace of savior zeal
Asked you
If you liked your cage and you said
Kindness
You want to tell me about kindness
Well what kind of necessary evil must I
Swallow to quench rage
When its a
Kindness
You want to teach me about kindness
Well in my mind
All of the time
The quandary
Where do I put rage when its a
Crash Course
Take notes
On my hero
Unlearn all those things they said you were
Precipice of
Perception
Unearth ignorance
I was wrong
Forgive me
I was young
As for all those fights that they
Told me you caused
With metronomes, student loans, masculin tones
I believed them all along
Now I’m not sure of that punishment
They promised I’d accrue
By talking like you were talking
I’ve been talking a lot like you
I skipped town
Bled sound
I am what my lord saith I am when I am not around
I minced words
Made sure
The journey to my heart was made solely of detours
I thought hard worker was innate chiselled
On my small bones autonomously
But I am
For the hands that stilled me
Crash Course
Take notes
On my hero
Unlearn all those things they said you were
Precipice of
Perception
Unearth ignorance
I was wrong
Forgive me
I was young
If you wallow you’re
Gonna choke on mud
And if you guide me
I’ll always know what's to be done
And if you wallow you’re
Gonna choke on mud
And if you come for me
Be warned
You know
Whos in my
blood.
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