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With some people I’d feel hours
Fall through fingers like the world
Had just emptied, now it’s months
That leave me believe me a whole year gone by
Like ice cooling coffee
New York in the summertime
Without you there what buildings
Could remain? I stretch my
Fingers he whispers and you’re not there
Only wet gashes on the map
Places you’ve been, holes in the land
And if I went to one I’d see
Only a crowded vacant space
Only wet gashes on the map
Places you’ve been, holes in the land
And if I went to one I’d see
Only a crowded vacant space
In the distance a grayness I remember
But melts in my touch
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A long raindrop, more of a tear
Fell from an awning or a nail
Shit the top of a roof and hit my neck
Inside my coat
I don’t know how it got in so perfectly
And struck my flesh, my warm neck
On a rainy night in winter I almost
Said this to you
She wanting to move on
She wanting to move on
If I spoke another language
I’d break into it now
There’s nothing lonelier than a lonely American
My limits contract and expand
I grab the white handle of my speech
Like it’s an umbrella
And I shake it free of words, empty
Balloon holy smoke
She wanting to move on
She wanting to move on
She wanting to move on
She wanting to move on
Looking out at the street
It’s nothing to know of you
Puff
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True Lions - Fake Tears
03:50
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How many sets of her parents are dead?
How many times is she an orphan?
Came out her mother plump at her corners like a bag of goldfish
Shirley Temple, cry for us
Left on a doorstep alone in the world
Wrapped in a blanket like the Atlantic
Father lost at sea, every gull has a chunk of her mom in its beak
Shirley Temple, cry for us
There will be war, you’ll get no lunch
Dry and dry, a perfect desert
Shirley Temple, what do you think of to make you cry?
Fake tears, they fall in black and white
Cries so wet that her hair uncurls
The rag’s a ringlet, the curl is a wave
On the ocean surface a fake tear filling her eye
For her unseen dead father
Who when he isn’t dead he is gone across the water
Shirley temple, cry for us
There will be war, you’ll get no lunch
Your goldfish are dead, they’re swimming towards the ocean now
Shirley Temple, what do you think of to make you cry?
Fake tears, they fall in black and white
Fake tears, they star in black and white
Shirley Temple, what do you think of to make you cry?
Fake tears, they fall in black and white
Fake tears, they star in black and white
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True Lions - Love Song
02:31
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The man I love will be a motherfucking monster
A milky sea with a heart the size of a whale
A whole season of a person, he’ll change
He will be my sister
In the sense that our love makes him cry easily
Like us across the Badlands watching clouds break
A whole season of a person, he’ll change
He will be a storm
He’ll form, he’ll fury
And I will remain
He’ll form, he’ll fury
And I will remain
He’ll form, he’ll fury
And I will remain
He’ll form, he’ll fury
And I will remain a prairie
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Playing chess in bed I can’t believe I forgot
What it means to want to live
If I’ve gathered anything from music
It’s that a single strand of familiar silk
Threads through my skin
And I’m somewhere else again
I don’t know where you all come from
But you’re here with me
In my ear I hear another drum set
In Helen’s basement or backyard
You’re still my friend
And I’m somewhere else again
The bugs zip against the backs of my knees
The screen door opens and closes its metal
I can cry on command because I know
You’re still my friend
And I’m somewhere else again
And I’m somewhere else again
And I’m somewhere else again
And I’m somewhere else again
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Don’t you go dosi-doin’ with some beau
Just to show me that you can
For you only dance alone
If there’s no hope that holding you
Might keep an honest man in your promised hand
You’ve run astray!
And it ain’t a slope worth slipping down
That you won't climb to meet me halfway
Jealousy is nothin doin
It’s a tough jerky to chew on with a salty taste
At the risk of sounding stupid
I’m an arrow, you’re a cupid
Just throw me away so that others may
Fall into love!
What’s the good of silver linings that ain’t
Water-tight or outshining your touch?
You caught me sulkin’ at the square dance, honey
Round and round, swing your partner
Heed the Caller’s patterings and promenade
I’m alright with looking lonely
For the sake of ceremony
As you roll away toward a half-sashe
I turn to stone
At the flicker of the fiddle
As you pass through, separate and roll home
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Never been sold but been told for all my life
Long as I’ve got a soul then I won’t ever die
To hell should I laugh or to heaven to cry
Over all the wild souls living fit to be tied
I’d rather pack a bag for nowhere
Than dig up strangers in this town
All my good friends that live in all my favorite places
They don’t live nowhere that I’m around
Deep in the heart of the soul of a man
There’s a part of himself that he don’t understand
It drives him to drink til he gets drunk and he gets mean
Drives a part of himself that he ain’t never seen
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Riddle me my bad mood
It ain’t the rain falling on my roof
Tell me why mind the sound
Of everything outside coming down
But the fog over the river and the holes in my clothes
When i get in that mood
I go blind but for shades of blue
I’m best a lone go getter
Look here to listen, cause I wrote a letter
From my mistakes to yours
It’s been nice getting to work together
Sincerely, Disappointments
Too bad I didn’t get to know you better
I’ll tell you a secret nobody knows
But the fog over the river and the holes in my clothes
Like pups and leather shoes
You chewed right through my good news
I can’t take you anywhere
Ready or not for the common air
I’ll tell you a secret nobody knows
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Daddy’s in a dad rock band
Mama’s ina better band
They wrote something together once
But I don’t know the words
Once in 1993
Mama took her Gibson Flying V
Pinned a bad actor’s head to the stage
And struck a power chord
Now she’s a pushover to kin
There’s a little wrestler got her pinned
I thought I was stronger then
I was incorrect
What a wonderful wednesday
One-ders are shrimp shack shaking
Up a storm in the audience
Hooray for Mr. Hanks
Muffled in the carpet the sound
Of a little referee counting down
I thought I was smarter then
I could count to ten
In the year 2003
Daddy turned on MTV
He said “look, here comes the part with me
Watch in the second row”
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Back in the neighborhood,
The place where you grew up
Paint jobs and gutter guards
Are all that's holding this place up
I met a blue eyed dog
Loyal to no man
Living high up on the hog
Eating from a garbage can
Let’s let the tequila shelf
Determine the bar
I guess I don’t mind driving
If you don’t mind the junk in my car
Said something out loud about you
Forgot I shouldn’t know
Took the air right out of the room
Tore the sheet right off of the ghost
A good way to learn punching up
Is sticking out my chin
Letting my big head get rocked
Over and over and over again
Really wanted to say I’m sorry
For tipping your hand
I don’t care what you call yourself
You can always call me friend
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