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I love you
03:06
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waiting for another moment of
genius to strike
I let my guard down
for your blue eyes
you let me in
you let me stay
god forgive me if I ever drive you away
cuz I love you
yeah I love you
the way you talk to me
the way you wrap your arms around me
the way you
seem untroubled by all that bullshit I say
why would you ever
why would you ever look at little old me that way
oh boy I love you
yeah I love you
hey I love you
yeah I love you
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2. |
today
03:43
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last days of drugs and Instagram
my concentration is in loneliness
fuck these oppressive structures
give me something to shelter us all
normally I embrace my alone, but now I fear I’ll disappear
so I’m lonely and it
well it fucking sucks
I’m not lashing out, I’m falling
Peter Parker without the funny spider
suddenly I can’t pitch for shit
oh
love me with both hands, clutch me so I’ll feel useful
even just for a second, tick my box
quantity over quality baby, oh I’m American
today
I’m losing so much
today
that no one can ever make me feel enough
but dammit dammit dammit
please try
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3. |
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I’m starting over again
it’s 3 p.m. and I’m finally
ready to look at the wold
say, come on, let’s give it a whirl
yes now I’m ready to get dolled up
go out, and face all of our existential junk
get high and get out into the rain
lie to our families and pretend we are ok
it’s one way to live
and I’m pretty sure I haven’t got it figured out quite yet
but give me a couple years
I’m pretty sure I’ll know even less then
I’m sorry gratitude is new for me
I learned hard rules and discipline
At my mother’s knee
but shrug the malaise off
go out
and let your hair grow odd
it’s how we can be strong
we’ll order drinks that we can’t afford
yeah honey, that’s what the credit card is for
look back and scream at the past
“why’d you make this part last??”
or “where’d you go, why so fast?”
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4. |
ste(a)l --> ground
03:34
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let me grow straight and tall
like a tree
or let me grow crooked
if that’s the shape I must be
just don’t let me grow false
let me put down roots
I give you this so you can feel less alone
If you give me something too
well then magically
we actually have all we need
where the tame things go I can be unbound
let knots become rope become hair
put that steal back in the ground
got all the 5 boroughs’ mail by mistake
out of all the paper built a cozy chateau
gave out coupons to everyone we know
stain the paper, doesn’t matter how
buy the cherry orchard
stumble chainsaws around
find emancipation and other assholes own the goddamn ground
where the tame things go I can be unbound
let knots become rope become hair
put that steal back in the ground
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5. |
song for cathedrals
03:32
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through the cathedrals of privilege
and the catacombs of well-meaning nods
you can hear them calling
at least I can hear them
calling
the echo freezes the spirit
reminds us of how alone we can be
ok, my life is good, but why
but why but why
skip across the frozen lake with me
you can hold my hand
I always seem to know the way to land
let the wishing coins drink
and the magic beans ferment
this is old magic, you don’t stand a chance
be visited by moralistic spirits
with uncanny Cockney bite
yeah, I know, I know, I know
just tell me who do I fright?
skip across the frozen lake with me
you can hold my hand
I always seem to know the way to land
Are they proud of their work?
Are they proud of their work?
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6. |
model citizen
02:29
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home, and the ground is still on fire
but I have my coffee, this is fine
be nice to the grown-ups
suffer quietly, on the inside
I have never felt so left behind
as when I fell out of step
I was always such a good soldier
In fact, I was a model citizen
Carried a banner of civic pride around my room
Smiled for the cameras
Never wondered why why why
I’m tired of living on fairy dust and
sugar spider webs
oh and theory
I like meat
It is of my people
But I am tired of
selling my flesh
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7. |
big sky, small thunder
04:58
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waiting for angels but they never arrive
I would kill for a sign
world upside down, castles cascade from above
help me to hide
only accept hard truths when they’re breathing down my neck
my lies and I aren’t as quick now that we’re older
I hunger so badly to serve
why do I feel… I feel I don’t deserve
twilight and you emerge, ice cream carton in hand
I thought that we’d run out
I ask where you found it and of course you don’t know
but I laugh and make sure you aren’t cold outside in your robe
I am never gonna run dry
I am gonna carry you across that countryside
I’ve wished that the sky would just swallow me whole
but all I got was a detour on that road back home
Give from abundance, please give from melting snow
Give from whatever made the mountains the mountains
And I know only some of this makes it into the song
But whatever does, I hope it’s what helps you move on
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8. |
I will grow back
04:12
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even now the answers come rushing in at the windows
giving me the fuel to burn in this barren place
walking in step with feelings I used to fight
breathing deeper than ever, not hiding my light
I will grow back, even if it isn’t like before
at least now I know
what the fuck I am in for
the smoke smells sweet and salty
cleansing my sense
beauty is all around me
even in the wounds, the scars, the dents
my God I’m gonna miss you
every time I see a bird
or chop up vegetables for a stew
I’ll have to navigate that hurt
Would be nice to have a quest map
A way to beat this stupid game
I will have to start at the bottom
learning every plant’s name
I will grow back, even if it isn’t like before
at least now I know I know
what the fuck I am here for
and as these flames subside
I find life, peeling back the bark
still green, yes, and ready
knowing very little and loving very hard
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9. |
lost in living
03:46
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bring me back to superstition
afraid of demons, and if you’re smart, the night
I didn’t ask to be born, I didn’t ask for God to die, and I am thirsty
now I can’t write and
heaven’s still empty and
the devil is somehow by my side
maybe this is who
I was meant to be
I tried to find myself
and I just got
lost in living
anger won the summer and
fear runs the spring
winter was a nightmare and the fall was from grace
I’m not a shiny young thing anymore
won’t say “oh boy, a nickel!” and perform
no no, not anymore
pull up the drawbridge, close the gate
ride out the London rain
tried to find myself
and I just got
lost in living
tried to be brave and be kind and
all I got was the wool over my eyes
tried to chase my duties up the river and
now I just got debts to pay
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10. |
tomorrow
04:06
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look over both shoulders, find I’m alone
stretch out my wings, destroy my phone
let Hope seize me, till it puts me back down
lord of the land, but it’s just acres of doubt
thinking I’ve been weak? well buddy, look at these holes
I could have died, or turned to stone
my heart is leaking, and it’s making a funny banging sound
it’s got a lot of miles, but it still gets me around
my heart is leaking, and it’s making a funny banging sound
it’s got a lot of miles, but it still gets me around
I swear I still want all the things that I want
but it’s a little too heavy now, can I try tomorrow?
it’s not a “feeling,” it’s a curse
my limbs are locked up, and my breathing is worse
I just want to bless everyone that I meet
but no deity ordained me
can I still build shrines? can I still make you feel whole?
do you mind if I try?
I’m hungry for tomorrow. in fact I am starved
show me the way, show me the way there now
I’m hungry for tomorrow. in fact I am starved
show me the way, show me the way there now
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11. |
I love my friends
03:18
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It’s a foolishness, and I don’t mean to brag
I’m just saying what doesn’t need to be said
I’m just latching onto sunlight
I love my friends, you know they keep me together
I take them for granted sometimes but they get it
I love my friends
to sing to you all, old and new
gives my life meaning for a moment in praising you
together we’ll make it through
I love my friends, even when they don’t text me back
I don’t text back too, but I’m better at it than you
I love my friends
and if we could all just be buds
and stop trying to be famous
the world would be a better place
not to lecture but stop trying to be famous
Boy I love my friends
even when they try to be famous
I try to be famous too, it’s stupid but you know what you do it too
I love my friends I love my friends I love my friends I love my friends
I love my friends, thank god they aren’t politicians
you know we could be friends too, just saying, it’s a thing we could do
not being creepy, just being friends like, it’s a cool thing to do
because I love my friends, yes, even you
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the amazing Lorenzo Landini New York, New York
NYC's only solo emo folk rock act. probably.
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