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bad advice
02:24
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you said “just listen to your heart”
and so i listened to my heart sing
it sang “all the people that you know,
they know that you’re not one of them
all the people that you love just love a person you pretend,
and so you run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
run away from them.”
you said “just find what you love and do it,
you’ll never work a day in your life”
so i did what i loved and i got fired
i love nothing but to be desired
each anxious day bleeds into another,
i am ran through, i am tired
you said “just fake it till you make it”
so i faked it and i made some friends just like i wanted
but a human-being faked’s a cage a spirit lays and rots in
through my one-way mirror i sat and watched you play with your reflection
gorilla biscuits in my headphones, face down in bed, i-
i need a new direction
you said “kill the cop in your head”
so inside myself i sought the ways that i fell short,
no room for second chances, despite the circumstances,
that desperation for connection
and i found a child to try to kill by any means necessary
remember, i see your struggle, friend
i see that bullshit that you carry
but just to see you in a new place,
the shining sun on your quiet face
late night, real talk, red wine in a coffee cup
it’s the miracle of this shitty winter to walk across the lake
but it warms my heart just to know that you’re gonna tell me
when you feel like giving up
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2. |
apple
03:03
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you lit a fire in the wood-stove, and i noticed
that you grew your hair back out past your sunburnt shoulders
a crushed clove of garlic in a spoonful of honey
it's hard to figure out all the ways you’ve been hurt
i’ll meet your green eyes in the dead grass with your backpack
and feel the words get stuck im my throat
but your mouth is bleeding in the back seat
you cant stop laughing at me swerving down the road
but who needs a headrest with a shoulder blade to catch you, do you?
122 hours here left, i'm gonna figure you out, darling
when the hell did these 18 inches ever get so far apart?
running back and forth like a nitrous charge:
mental prison, crazy arms
i watched you climbing out the window, pissing in a snow bank
we won't be here long, that's fine
close your eyes, tag along, another winter walk around the block
i’ll take all i'm gonna get out of our little fever dream,
like how could i ever try to tell you shit about a family?
with that little shop of horrors that you come from:
homelessness in fresno, california
i find god in how you let your trouble roll on by,
though certain things stay with you
and now i’m grinning in my handcuffs, dripping with the moment
locking eyes with people who could kill me and who wanted to
screaming “you can’t kill an idea”
i’ll stay out all night if i have to
to find the love was right there waiting for me all along
to grasp like a holstered service weapon
and everything in its place, attempts at language just melt away
colors more vivid than i've ever seen them splash across your face
settle in for them good news, you die a little bit every day
a kid with nothing to lose screaming down eastern parkway
until you open up your car door
and watch a body take flight like you never thought a human could
with love i watched you driving away
all the murder in your eyes, mangled bodies on the back porch
a drink for every close call, every tortured, winding night
and when that cruel dark melts into morning,
i’ll wish you good luck out there in the street
maybe kids who live the way we do were never meant to live so long
you walk that thin line between light and leaving
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where you go i never know
i hope you know that when you go
i hope you're in tune and that you rhyme
i can't go another night
when everyone's an endless fight
our problems seem animal
and if you'll wait for me
i'll give you everything
if i could light my cigarette
but if you'll wait for me
i'll give you what you need
if we can find the pharmacy
she's the one having fun
while i'm sitting alone in the basement
listening to a mixtape
trying to get my head straight
staring at the fish tank
just wishing i was holding her again
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4. |
tide pools
02:17
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have you seen the tide pools on the coast,
their miniature worlds constructed carefully?
and each tiny part fits to the others like the track list on a mix cd
and each one needs the others to stay trapped there to survive
or maybe that's that’s just what it feels like when you're stuck there on the inside
and my friend wove me a blanket and on their couch there they explained how it's just the tension between the fibers that bears such fantastic weight
how the patterns of their bodies over and over intertwined
pulls our glances tight at some february house show on the east side
but was it just something in the way i looked at you
or was it burning in the words i sang to you?
or was it buried in the very special kind of isolation that we shared?
you know you might my silver key that i lost in arizona or maybe you’re my catalytic converter and maybe i'm out fifteen hundred dollars
but in the darkness beneath that blanket i will find a place to hide
a shelter from the world like a pool built by the tide
and let the missed calls from my landlord pile thirty thousand high
don't you know i'll be okay just give me a couple weeks or so
cause it's running wild in the way you look at me
and it's writhing in the way you challenge me
and it's woven in the way your ocean heart just drags me out again
don't you know that you’re the tension before a jump into a summer river from a bridge?
and you’re the hunger in the drunken light that pours out of my fridge?
don't you know that you could hotwire this old haywire heart and drive it off a fucking cliff?
i’ve always been good at getting your old truck to start
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5. |
stone song
03:32
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wear me like a stone
hate me when you're all alone
i ain't hungry yet
but i ain’t eating anything but scraps
knock a building down
morning time construction sounds
i can't tell where i live no more
but i fell asleep in a place i know
meet me after school
take me to the swimming pool
our bodies gasp for air
arms grasping at something that just isn't there
bottom of a glass
answer questions i don't ask
my face up in the clouds
just watchin' the words come pouring out
i drive my car all night
out of mind is out of sight
but you feel that falling feeling through
'cause flying's just facing whatever you're falling to
so wear me like a stone
hang me by your collarbone
just something that you found
the reason that you walk with your eyes cast to the ground
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6. |
dear johnny
01:53
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boredom found us in a dying town
drunk in a warehouse on the waterfront
i woke up to the sound of the seagulls in your closet bedroom
hung up on promises that we can’t keep
i'll be whatever you need me to be
get high on the way we both know it’s bullshit, addicted to the comedown
and when the bottom falls out i guess we’ll just make a mess out of this place
i pull my car into the parking lot at boston harbor and wipe that self-important look from off your face
right now i couldn’t even tell you why
i'm gonna take a while to think, you put your feet up while you listen
its breaking through the clouds, don’t blink for a second, you might miss it
there's something going wrong in your voice over the phone
and i know that if you ever leave olympia
all at once i’m gonna see everything you do to me
take a long walk in the tall grass, let’s just tell it like it is
forget the overwhelming romance of a blatant bad decision
i can honestly say that it’s more fun like this
now it's a cold night, horror movie, blood splatters cross the screen
i’m wishing you were here
be kind, rewind, crack another beer
and i’ll get by without you, but everything feels funny now
in that kind of sense of humor only you could understand
if you need me i’ll be sun-drunk in the alley behind le voyeur
watching you watch some old rock and roll band
they’re always playing just for you, babe
barrel fire, 905: just you, me and an open container beneath the streetlight
i haven’t seen you in a while, why don’t you come over
you can throw up in my bedroom
johnny, when i’m on the road, and i look out and see the snow
i think about you and all the things that you call home
i wanna be one of those
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7. |
bronco
03:06
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it's just another habit to get used to
you hold it like resentment, wet grass in the park on my back
through the shirt that i borrowed from you last year
it's just another corner i curl up in the back of your mind in
but you follow me down where you know you shouldn’t follow
i got shit i gotta tell you we both know i swallow
like the carvings in the mirrors of the truck stop bathrooms, baby, i see you everywhere
it's just another come up in the pit of my stomach at the bus stop
my pockets full of all the shit i need just to get out of here
it's just a couple pressed pills and my tin snips
i give an hour on the beach to this pack of cigs
you wanna meet me in the diner with your secret bottle
hold the bitter on my tongue just to taste what i swallow for once
you hold me down in the garbage grove
down where the darkest ripest fruit grows
flashing lights, appeasement's automatic
between my eyes just tv static
whatever you wanna hear baby
that's the way it goes
pin my wrists against the sunrise
feel the bottle between my bare thighs sliding
like a bronco i was made to ride your highs and lows
i'm choking down my thoughts with cross-tops, old bitter coffee just for good luck
i wouldn’t blame you for leaving darling, if i could walk away i would
but at the end of the day, it ain’t a choice you make
after enough of my shit you just disengage
so i just lean into my brain and watch the sunrise from the back porch
see your car parked in the driveway when i bike down to the liquor store
but these gears are fixed, baby, there ain’t no slowing down, just point those handlebars down that hole you found
i’m burning letters and old notebooks, gonna let that tired kid lay down in the burned out hallways of my stoned reflections
all the things she needs, all that quiet harm drowns in
sunburns, showers, sharpie notes from strangers on her arms
i light a candle for my body: “happy birthday birthright enemy!”
pull me out cause im not breathing i'm always face down in the deep end
where every moment, like broken glass, a holding cell, a furtive glance
falls in squares of light against an empty bedroom floor: i lie there heaving
beneath the bad voice, the mental seasons, just let the year go and call it even
all that’s left, my friend’s, that love you chose: to ride your highs and lows
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8. |
maddy's song
03:00
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strawberry flowers, she shows her every morning
after hours tumbling through the green and white and soon to be red
her jaw was made wrong, her mother’s hands are more than strong
a little pressure here and there and now it’s back where it belongs
under the shadow, reaching beyond the mountain
rainier than one that hid the pain of doing what must be done
her flowers thrown in, her mother’s work had just begun
her pirouette, her stutter step up to the setting sun and
there she goes, she’s just putting little secrets in the ground
as her heart is cradled in the silence of the sound
as if love could ever be contained within a word
and you know there’s nothing wrong with playing in the dirt:
make a hole where nothing could possibly grow
down in the valley, where we had lost the plot of earth
a river ran its own collapse to share a hold on what its worth
a heart was made wrong, the neighbor sings an evil song
but gentle hands will cut his hair and keep her safe where she belongs
beneath the shadows, rooted inside her children now
it’s not enough just to be strong, she’ll help you figure out
how your heart can hold the hatred, how not to let the evil out
how pressure turns it to a pearl that breeds the shadow of a doubt
yeah, i know that the plan was “take the pills and calm it down”
but the silence opened up, i went searching for the sound
of your laughter, thats the sound she makes when she gets hurt
a pearl of rice and salt can reach a heart beyond the words
in a hole where nothing can possibly grow
hold me close if for only a moment
it’ll be over before you know it
back and forth, the repetitive motion
meet me there at the end of the ocean
yeah, life’s too long
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hot shower winter morning, through the fog i stumble forward
towards an image that’s been forming in my mind
all these days run together like a scrapbook
bare skin tight fault lines in your back shook
just said i need to slow my body down
a glass pipe bends light around a hole
love’s like a falling feeling
dying’s a part of healing
cold shower summer evening, eyes stretched wide
to grasp the last strands of light as it was leaving
watch a year change the shape of your face
scraping sounds in your chest make a new space
you look for patterns but nothing comes
try with a softer focus, the clutch finds the floor below us
our pupils swallow up the world
hot shower winter morning, redwood back road
dead friend’s band on the stereo
hill of dead grass held a heavy mist
afraid of all the lives that you might have missed
i stole your lighter one last time
got on a plane to nowhere
now i can’t feel shit for myself
every fire needs a little bit of help
cold shower summer evening, arms stretched up
to hang dead flowers from the ceiling
how when i kiss your neck and feel your breathing on my arm
the pattern just keeps coming on
i pull you back to where you are: the smell of burnt tin foil
buzzing flies, yellowed light, and i know
what you love is where you go
when you come down, tell me what you’ve been thinking ‘bout
i lost another moment in the tilting of your jaw
forgive my car, you can throw all that old shit anywhere
i’m sorry if the mess i’m in made you think i didn’t care
when you come down, tell me what you’ve been dreaming up
a late night scheme to finally get to what's been burning underneath
windows down, let in that sticky summer new york city air
a quarter tank, a couple drinks could get us anywhere
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10. |
keys to the city
03:10
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do you know which locks get left unlocked?
i get bored of the bar, i found a better spot
to hold our treasured conversations
away from all those prying eyes
let me drop a pin, i got a place to meet
i leave a pair of bolt cutters under my back seat
call 'em the keys to the city
i call 'em the keys to the city, baby, yeah
you got a shit-eating grin and a beer between your thighs
i can tell where we're going from the look in your eyes
wherever i go it stays with me
no matter how far or long it's been
when i can hang my feet 40 stories down and see how far that i can spit, i kinda like this town
the special way you know a city you only get by walking around
i wanna feel the cold wet leaves somewhere out of sight
i found a tall boy's eyes in the park at night
just let the button on his levi’s cut into my thumb
i wanna feed you baby, give you what you need
they can lock up all the food, i made a copy of the key
and don't the world just make you a criminal
when you really try to love someone?
and you don't gotta talk about it
ain't nobody needs to know
jackie's got a six pack and another place to go
another rooftop conversation
tell you what i've been thinking about
kansas city's just as big as
that old field behind my house
but katie's got a junkyard
danny knows a bando
jackie's got a six pack
at a water tower only we know
i tell you under whispered half tones
there's something down in mississippi i found
in the corner of my dark thoughts
in an old abandoned shotgun house and
it's raining in a hotel pool and
casey's in a shut down school and
we watch a fire in a tenderloin apartment
sirens crying like they knew what that meant
dilapidation's on the inside
a city choking out the night sky
it's gonna be another late night:
whatever makes you feel alive
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11. |
josephine county blues
02:30
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things tend to get lost out in the hills here
money, cars, and people, the years just disappear
and we all know that lady josephine will kill you
but you’re gonna die a millionaire
everyone out here’s looking for something
sheriff knows if he comes around
they’ll be dragging the rogue river friday morning
i guess some buried treasure just ain’t meant to be found
josie sells her dimebags at lil’ pantry, she’s getting by
but me i got a buddy, he’s 3d printing guns up northwest of merlin
where the foggy mountain swallows all our secrets, lies and bodies
like “baby, we ain’t gonna be living in this trailer for very long”
every summer i feel the fire creeping closer to our front door
a kind of desperate poverty you can never really know
help is always wanted, faces peering out of missing signs
you make a break for it and try to make it on your own
and i never thought of myself working for a wage
but there’s only so much running from a father’s drunken rage
so keep your finger on that trigger, darling, the chair behind the trailer door
i won’t let them put you in a cage
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12. |
run your pockets
04:17
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kitchen floor, the soft blue glow
all the hate an empty night can grow
reflections in the rotted tile
leave the back door open a little while
let the stars in, screaming cars, you can forget what you are
pull your hood in close and walk down to the mall
sinking low, flying high
on this bus again with these soft red eyes
my backpack, plans and broken thoughts disorganized
no accomplice or expectations, the terror breathes beside me
another little act of sabotage
lights went out, the door was closed
you don’t have to stay here but you can’t go home
the electron field and cheap red wine
can’t let go, left behind
drag my nails across my skin
open up and let me in
a pill to slow this bad brain down
and an elbow to wrap your arm around
a boat out on the water, and your questions, and your black curls
the way the sun sinks in quiet resignation to our futures
i’ve been so used to coming out with nothing, fuck it
roll the dice, open up that can of sardines
darling, i’ve been hungry
i want my time to mean something
porch tape warbles, slow, at 4am
take out in an empty room
do you want somebody to come home to?
can you feel the read thread lasso, my little wild one, tighten ‘round your throat?
all the daylight fading thin
if it’s gonna die, then let it and get living
but if you go running ‘round tonight, give me a call
lights went out, the door was closed
you don’t have to stay here but you can’t go home
all the contents of a backpack spilled out on the floor
reconciliation with a dying world
pickup parked up on the cliff, bare feet and spliff smoke out the window
crack jokes and pour another round, just pray that isn’t how it goes down
just another mile to the truck stop, we’ll find another ride
you either tear the fences down or fall apart inside
what you holding?
run your pockets
listen to that screaming in the middle of the night
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