1. |
Baseball Cards
01:18
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the cinders from your eyes from the train up ahead
these rocky mountain riders won't hear what you said
i don't have friends in this state anymore
just old furniture i'm trying just to keep
the pebbles in your eyes and the sound of the stream
i used to hear echos now i have to believe
the ripple of your body once it moved through me
baseball cards in my spokes that the wind can't keep
and you say it's for the best
boy did you forget your vest
you left no suitcase by my bed
and snowprints by the door
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2. |
The Same Old Things
02:41
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you didn't clean the vomit from your bed
i didn't say the things i wish i would have said
so i stare out at the party, my head (aslant askew)
praying to god that someone would pull me out of that room
i wanted to pull
i wanted to pull you right out of that room
where we can suspend awkward realities
right on the balcony for a little while
a battered clock on high staring me down
in a fast food basket of girl's in a crowd
i never knew the same old things but cars were screaming
i dont think they sing
and i still don't know the same old things
but cars were screaming i dont think they sing
and i didnt care about the open door
just lay there and stare up from the floor
and i still don't know what to say
and i still don't know the right way to make someone stay
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3. |
Korean Prayer
02:15
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korean prayer in a parking lot
this only happens outside of walmart
and i know who you don't wanna be
a coat of colors and a silk corsage
suburban queen with some devil talk
a jesting pilate sifting idle screams
hardly know what i did last night
a red mark and no sign of daylight
rosetta stones balancing at my feet
nothing here no it don't sound right
shifting positions on my double sight
bite my lips cos i don't know how to speak
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4. |
Scout's Honor
03:19
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Whenever you come to life again
I’ll be holding in your room
Another American night
Spent chasing after you
Scout’s Honor, we still love you
Whenever you come to life again
I'll still be your friend
You were rollin from the pavement to the grass
While Ben and I, we held you like a patch
We earn our stripes
We own our friendships
A mountain side
Bleeding heart badges
A clangin' symbol
Smoke signal camisado
My action's fickle
My brain it feigns bravado
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5. |
Economy
04:45
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It’s plain to see it’s our economy
Blowing like chaff in the wind
If you and me could find it in our personalities
Maybe we don’t have to do this
Well I’ve been here quite a few times
And I know this sounds pretty bad
But I’ve danced to the rodeo chimes
And each time I sound pretty mad
I’m babbling, brook stabbing
Took an army down to the Mississippi
Estocato, through the bottle
That I filled with salty seas
It’s plain to see it’s our economy
Blowing like chaff in the wind
If you and me could find it in our personalities
Maybe we don’t have to do this
And I found out from a note from the past I wrote a couple days ago
The only way I mustered up the mustard seeds to plant a hero
And I’ve got a voice that cut all the charm right out of my mouth
And I visit dinner parties and talked to everyone but you
Cos’ you were upstairs with a lens flare
Staring down a couple of French pairs
And I wonder if I ever really quite fit in
Cos’ a worldview’s something different when
You pull down the medicine
Sometimes when I feel this way, Canadian tents
It’s like there’s only the two of us in this room
It’s plain to see it’s our economy
Blowing like chaff in the wind
If you and me could find it in our personalities
Maybe we don’t have to do this
Your friends got high off a spliff outside my apartment
So I compartmentalize everything that happened
So when I ask you to hang out these nights (when are you gonna out)
You don’t really love the quiet scenes
But just look me in the eyes before you leave for good
Are you gonna hang with me?
It’s plain to see it’s our economy
Blowing like chaff in the wind
If you and me could find it in our personalities
Maybe we don’t have to do this
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6. |
A Spanish Inquisition
03:05
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do you remember when?
I stopped the spanish inquistion
was it a work of fiction?
you were quotin' Don Quixote
I will wait for you to look me in the eye
This is a conversation, I am ready to comply
While you were sippin' on your white tea
Lookin' off in the distance
Your cat was knockin' stuff over
I heard bubblewrap popping in the other room
but it was just a friend next to a face with white shoes
and when the summer ends
you were leaving for the year
to teach kids your good graces
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7. |
Beautiful Tacoma
05:56
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whittled white through the years.
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JJ Wong Malibu, California
Hoping that the words I write can find a home in your brain.
Made with love and a genuine sense of discomfort.
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