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Dead Red Moon
03:24
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Dead red moon
Rose too soon
Broken sky
Murder wire
Broken tune
Aphid June
Crippled horse
Bourbon porch
Stars in the wild
Slowing our lives
Dead red field
Empty road
Bedding gone
Timber's warm
Down on the floor
Familiar floor
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Engineheart
04:57
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Oh me, you don't owe me your engineheart
Going and bone deep, taken apart
I've got friends, important friends-
Over across the river.
You will bend and cross my hand
I'll see you again.
Oh me, you don't know me, geary and worn
Glowy and boney, your engineheart
I've got pangs, and oxygens,
And dangling limbs to sever.
I can hear your beckoning
Somewhere over the sea.
(Whistling)
We had plans, important plans-
Far from disappearing.
Plants that bloom and never end,
Mashed into my teeth.
I've got pangs, and oxygens,
And dangling limbs to sever.
I can hear you beckoning
Somewhere over the sea.
Running with a slow leak, past distant Mars
Pulling, cajoling, even to the stars
(Whistling)
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Waking up to go down to the emancipated stream
Past the garden, suffocating, trying not to speak
I'm around, I see your face, don't let down on me
I'm alive, I feel your fire, don't leave up to me.
Falling into healthy choices that don't take time to breathe
Hearing freight trains, whisper no more wrecking balls please
Everything will die in sorrow, all these little things
Everyone is going somewhere, something in the street
Last night I felt something
I don't believe in nothing
Everything will breathe in some way some day.
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If I lose my job, I'm going to the coast and to the station
If I lose you, I'll be waiting with some bread and stationery
Everything will run together, lying on the ocean (weather/whether)
Anyone would be in love with all your faults, you have your reasons
Onward south by all the horses, we can feel our luck descending
On these houses and their horses, I'm not dying, hills on fire
Cross the marker, sing and speak in broken Spanish back together
Footprints by our hearts, we're trampled, I can feel you on my shoulder
All these people justifying all their problems, all their voices
Spend the night in broken tent and silence spoken, now together
Everything will breathe.
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42nd Street Waltz
02:59
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Walking on the street, our laces undone
Tell me about Washington, San Diego and St. Louis,
Then you crashed into my blood
Straws and gold fish, your dress so warm
Stand and hold me outside
Then there was nothing but funny thoughts
Lying in your bed with no designs
When I die in my sleep, I'll think of this
Holding you in my eyes
When I die in my sleep, I'll think of this
Holding you in my eyes
Walking out in the street, our laces undone
Tell me about Washington.
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Garlic Mine
04:51
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Pebbles along the bottom of a stream
Daisies under water by the shore
Digging
To the center of the earth*
I'm going home
I'm going home*
Ceniza, sahuaro de la mina*
You don't want me, but you would haunt me
My heart is a rock
I throw down my rock
Kick it in the street
I'm not in the dirt
That's just my rock in the dirt
My hands are clean
My head is clean
I'm not a rock
I'm not a rock
Sonita, estrellas cobres*
And I'm going home
If I lose you, I will see you in the dark
And if I can't hear you, I'll go underwater
And if I can't feel you, I will consume a little more
And when I do, I will see you
And I will hear your voice
And I will find your rock
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Sapling
03:40
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Hey
ya
ya
everything
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Hold your head together
Back and forth, out the door
Lovely flowers on the porch
Spilled a girl on myself
Shoot the moon
Make it to atmosphere
Almost
Hang me low to the ground
On a frail, broken birch
Whisper thoughts, softly say
With your fingers, it's okay
We will run till we stay
We will run till we don't
We will run till we cross the farmer's field
We'll run until we do
Dreaming cold, by the fire
Feel your hand warm my thoughts
Take our bugles, walkie talkie
Dear seamonsters
With some feelings, under cover
They don't want to be discovered
We will run till we stay
I will sing to your legs
We are lazy, and nothing will get in the way
Sing songs every day
Passing time, standing still
Never dead, never will
Here and gone, in my shoes
Bound in thought, song to you
I'm asleep anymore
Everything under the door
I will be in your sleep
You will run through my dreams
So soundly, and never allow me to wake
Say everything's okay
We will run till we stay
I will sing to your ways
So lazy, and nothing will get in the way
Say everything's okay
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