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Whatever You Need
04:04
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I’ll say whatever you need
For you to fall in love with me
Cos’ you know I’m alone/I feel it in my bones
Lakeside skippin’ stones aground
I fucked up, I’m pulled at the seams
Left me naked, tied a string around my knees
Cos’ I love you
At least I think I do
So I list out my good deeds
Pray to God oh what should I need
And I get selfish/I ask for opportunity
Cos’ I can’t pull that trigger again
And when I sit in your front seat
Stare out the window with my telescope read
I don’t have a car/not where we are
And I don’t see the point
No Marlboro teeth but it’s kinda hard to breathe
Haven’t felt like this in a year or three
Intuit stutters/try to find a reason
To chase someone much better than me
A clanging symbol
Smoke signal camisado
My actions fickle
My brain it feigns bravado
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2. |
Kitsune
01:44
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Kitsune, you’re needed all the time
Consume me, I wish I could walk the line
Kitsune, you’re needed all the time
I watched you try to buy Takis at the counter with a smirk
I had a wordpress in my brain, hoping I don’t lose this feeling
Kitsune, you’re needed at the end
Can we be less practical friends?
Kitsune, I’d like an honest livin’ again
Kitsune, you’re needed all the time
Consume me, I wish I could walk the line
Kitsune, you’re needed all the time
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3. |
Kissing Koreans
03:38
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I wish I had the confidence of a drunk white frat star
Financial excess to crash my second car
I wish I didn’t know so much about Wu Zhen and the yinmin
I’m just a southward facing old man hoping for nobler times again
I spent the summer
Flipping through pages
Meeting my cousins
Kissing Koreans
Realize that I’m deeply boring
Got cigarette burns on both of my eyelids
The air’s a little quiet, creeping and violent
I’m just a tad too little of a heartbreak to keep on trying
I spent the summer
Flipping through pages
Meeting my cousins
Kissing Koreans
I spent the summer
Running through mazes
Skipping life stages
Kissing Koreans
Common male frustration says it’s not okay
To say what I’ve been thinking from day to day
Cos’ you wear that same old flannel in the best way
And I miss you when I’m in my parent state
Cos’ we don’t talk much anymore cos’ I’m no chase
And I’m a hoarder with a habit that just won’t break
And I’m sick enough
Well I’m stickin’ up
I want the confidence of a drunk white frat star
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4. |
This Many Names For Snow
02:08
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This many names for snow
How was I to know?
How many miles to go
I’m begging just to blow
Be it in candle shops and corner stops and Colorado countertops
In mini-market maxi pads and canisters of succotash
From Amoco’s to Idaho’s and seldom in between
The road often less traveled is a burden and a beam
This many names for snow
How was I to know?
How many miles to go
I’m begging just to blow
You come a’ running, guns a’ blazing, staccato spurts
I, another engine said “I’ll get out the way”
Construction paper cut hearts, two twin scissor kids
We clip passages from both testaments
This many names for snow
How was I to know?
How many miles to go
Whistling just to blow
Only so many words for love
Cost of two ticket stubs
A destiny for doves
To leave when push comes shove
You come a’ running, guns a’ blazing, staccato spurts
I, another engine said “I’ll get out the way”
Construction paper cut hearts, two twin scissor kids
We clip passages from both testaments
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I don’t wanna be the guy that smokes pot everyday
I wanna learn from psychedelics up until I don’t learn no more
People say that I’m quite liberal with my use of life
But I’m on the underside of rocks double triple bundled up
Reading AMA’s of bands I feel connected to
Talking ‘bout that Berger book I cannot afford
I wanna be a pine tree, you can be my bamboo hopefully
She can be the plum that I half-text when I’m all drunk
I’m happy when you’re uppin’ at the moon with me
In a way it feel revelatory
Is this what friends should do? Do I wear my mask?
Hide the leprosy
So stick your neck out
Don’t twist your neck off
And put your hands up and say anything else to me
Dead humbled by the bricks in the wall that I’ve pulled out
Well maybe I should go out more, stick a limb or two in the spout
Let me get sore every once in awhile
Cutting fingerprints, realize I’m not interested
Bite the inner meat of my right index finger swingin’
Realize I’m not intricate
So stick your wrists out
Don’t twist your neck off
And put your hands up and say anything else to me
Stared right, a hard right down at the floor
Caught the frames of a couple feet, trouncing at the top
Now realizing I should try to be better
Realizing I should try to be better
You might fade away like the dust of the day
And holding my hand could be another mistake
But the look on my face from the dust of the day
Run to my band, mix the rain with the clay
You fade away like the dust of the day
And holding your hand is just another mistake
But if I don’t square it up, let my knee get a scrape
Will I ever get a letter next to these double J’s?
I still appreciate you
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6. |
Begin Again
04:12
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Cos’ I can stay for a while if I feel the impulse from you
But eyes in all directions but our own
Passively regressing to child bones
Cos’ I can stay for a while if I feel the impulse from you
Cos’ I used to pray to God for a sign of life
Look me in the eyes, would we be practical?
Cos’ I can stay for a while if I feel the impulse from you
Cos’ I used to kill it off in my mind
Stickin’ fruit snacks between the toes of things time left behind
Cos’ I can stay for a while if I feel the impulse from you
I need something to begin again
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7. |
Jesus is My Boyfriend
01:20
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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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