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A Letter to St. Cecilia
03:02
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getting head in a death bed
xanax nose,
heart of gold
blood stained rosary beads
virgin mary
pray for me
four track siren song
tied to the mast,
beeswax
we never shared a bed like we shared
that five am phone call
when you said you wanted to die
and i said it was alright
because so did i
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2. |
Curtis Granderson
02:01
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gettin' high and watching the mets
curtis granderson hits a homerun
turn off my phone and lay in bed
spent the whole summer under five hundred
makin' out with the devil
in the back of his '83 trans am
windows down
listen to metallica
they're my favorite band
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3. |
Yr Computer
03:43
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it's the first sunday in ordinary time
on your computer
looking at pictures of the ocean
looking at pictures of the woods
behind your house
the odour of sanctity
still creeping through the floorboards
while ghosts of ballroom lovers dance
beneath our feet
we measure intimacy
in tablespoons
the length of clipped cigarettes
and hard swallows
sweat soaked
something in the back of your throat
heart palpitations
like paint bucket drums
that strange men play
through the noise and conversation
outside shea stadium
and our lips wrapped up like magnetic vhs tape
you said most people spend their whole lives
trying to be as happy as they were
when they were five years
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pink lemonade
the carpeted floor in your parents house
playing monopoly
in the attic after i eat you out
the snow falls on the roof
orange juice
stains around your lips
making maps
of all the place i wanna kiss
the snow falls on the roof
chocolate milk
all the roads are closed
watching law & order: svu
without our clothes
the snow falls on the roof
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5. |
Liquor Store
03:18
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twenty missed calls and i'm half dead
wish i had a cigarette but i quit
wish i didn't
tequila in a coffee mug
yeah i love getting drunk
write a thesis on your sighs
dissertation on your thighs that i touch
is that enough
is that enough
drive town to the liquor store
hold hands in the parking lot
you're only twenty years old
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6. |
Joyce
04:11
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there's only two things you can make your own of
luck and loneliness at least that's what i was told
some miller high life and some bad intentions
you told me to go downtown and get my aura read
it was bright green like the vomit that you threw up
in the cab ride home from my house. your eyes said nirvana but you wasted my time, and now i'm left alone in this twin bed stained with wine
and why is it so hard to love this life?
oh my.
do you ever feel like the universe is just a series of lights that are trying to kill you? on the edge of the couch, i wonder if you wear my bands shirt to bed. and i was faded like a glow in the dark star on your bedroom ceiling on your bedroom wall, the constellations of your kiss, sprawled across galaxies on my lips. a soliloquy to a voicemail box watching snow hit the ground, watching it pile up. and i've falling faintly out of love or falling faintly out of touch. now i feel like frankie valli back in '63, oh what a fucking night, i need a fucking drink. pull up to the house, keep the engine on, keep the windows down.
and why is it so hard to love this life?
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7. |
Brand New Chevrolet
03:39
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i don't wanna fall in love
i just wanna fall asleep
in the backseat,
your brand new chevrolet
in the blockbuster parking lot
the windshield wipers stop and start
pushing the snow of your
brand new chevrolet
and lately my eyes are just check engine lights
you turn around and ask if i'm alright
key in the ignition but i keep stalling
just another winter with my headlights broken
so swing low,
sweet sedan,
four doors and six airbags
take me home to my own bed tonight.
over the grand st bridge,
swaying over a green ocean,
the odometer is lookin' kind of frozen
and lately my eyes are just check engine lights
you turn around and ask if i'm alright
key in the ignition but i keep stalling
just another winter with my headlights broken
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8. |
Ouija Board
03:40
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sunday morning
holiday heart
i talk to you through a ouija board
never go to sleep again
never go to school again
and you'll be my ghost
and if you don't mind
i'd like to abandon this body
and lay in the static with you
we'll order bagels in bed
then we'll haunt all of our friends
in all the old familiar places
phase through walls and hold hands
you can teach me how to dance
lets do the twist again
and if you don't mind
i'd like to abandon this body
and lay in the static with you
sunday morning
never coming down
i kiss you through
a ouija board
never fall in love again
never sleep alone again
and you'll be
my ghost
and if you don't mind
i'd like to abandon this body
and lay in the static with you
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9. |
Glory, Be
03:24
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i found the edge of existence
and i'm convinced i killed myself
when i was 16
and i've been a ghost ever since
sewn together, sewn together
limb by limb.
i wanna get in a fight
but more importantly i want to lose
so my insides match my outsides
for a change.
for the sake of consistency.
so i hung a list of insecurities above my bed
so when i can't sleep i can lay and count all them,
and i will lay alone
or we could lay together
but i'll probably lay alone.
all alone
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10. |
Some Dreams Die Forever
01:12
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at the laundromat
with my last seventy-five cents
trying to get the smell of you
out of my lebron james jersey
and i think about you when i moisturize my hands
your skin felt rough like a paperback of the grapes of wrath
and i think about you when i moisturize my hands
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