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Anyone
03:49
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You are walking down the street carrying groceries
and each person who passes by you sees
a different version of you carrying groceries
Ahh
They are sitting in their cars going somewhere
but in between they could be anyone
you just see a driver in a car
Aah
And you can walk anywhere you want to
You can be anyone you’re drawn to
Oohh
Front porch, you hear a mocking bird singing a chorus
Repeating all of the songs that it’s heard
And it seems to know all the words
Aah
Each time your life starts over you are piled with choices
You have decor but don’t know where to put it
How to make it make sense all together
Ahhh
You can sing any song you want to
And you can use any hues that you choose
You can walk anywhere you want to
And you can be anyone
Ooh
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2. |
Last Time, Lost Time
03:39
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I was watching a kid on a skateboard
But every time they bent their knees to
Make a jump they slipped behind
A car and I couldn’t see if they were fine
But they kept appearing in my sight
Even though I didn’t know if they
Made the jump or fell down
They kept going round and round the park
Much like
the past two years of my life
I bent my knees about to fly
But then everything disappeared
My life
Halted in mid-flight
Now I’m coming round the park
Carrying on from last time, lost time
It feels good to have a community
but then I up and left for the sake of
Learning more about myself
Figuring out where my roots should be
Now I’m doing gigs for free
Which feels a bit anticlimactic
Because I was starting to see
A vision of what life could be where I was
But it doesn’t make sense to make fun
Of myself for deciding that a
Change could get me out of this funk
Carrying on from where things felt inevitable
It’s like
the past two years of my life
gave me a pause
so I could really find what makes me high
My life
Halted in mid-flight
Now I’m coming round the park
Carrying on from last time, lost time
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3. |
Where I Wanna Be
03:23
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Every year about this time
I think of all the places
I could live my life
Every year I drive around
Scope out the towns
Thinking is this where I wanna be found?
Every time the seasons change
(I look) around the apartment and notice how the furniture fades
Every time I try to think through
What could be different
Or what I could get used to
Every place that I wake up
I wonder what it looks like
here when the economy’s rough
Do All the shops close down
Do the people who grew up here
still wanna live in this town?
Every life I set aside
Comes back around
You are never out of my sight
Every person that I’ve been
Leaves for a while but then they show back up again
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4. |
Dog or Lover
02:17
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I want a dog
‘Cause I want a dog to be on my team.
I want a team
‘Cause I don’t have a lover
I want a team more than I want a lover or a dog, though one could lead to the other
I want to be around people
I want to stay at home
I want to make money being around people but at home
I want a bigger space than my room
I want to feel like my space is an extension of the world outside my windows
The world could be my room
I want a dog or a lover because I want them
to shave away at the number of decisions
I have to make for myself
I want them to make choices for me because
if I knew all the choices I do indeed have,
It would be so overwhelming ‘cause
I am too powerful and too vast for this one life.
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5. |
Break the Ice
04:17
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There’s something bout the way I feel
When I am near you
Like I need to prove myself
And you don’t need to
In my mind you feel steady
Confident, assured
In my mind you’re already
Infamous and visible
Ahhh it’s hard
To break
The ice
When I’ve
Decided
You’re
Too high
If we had met on the porch
One summer night
I invited you in to have a bite
You and my roommate are friends
From fiddle camp
By the stove your reputation
Isn’t relevant
But instead I’m standing here
Merch-side post-show
At the front of line
I let you know
We have a few mutual friends
I drove an hour to the show
I’m begging you to validate
My personhood and I feel naked
Ohh it’s hard
To break
The ice
When I’ve
Decided
You’re
Too high
I heard you’re shy
I don’t need to
feel sad; you are
Not above me
You’re just weird in
social situations
‘Cause you’re
always in your head
I am projecting on you
That you are too
proud to see me
I gave you some
Power o’r me
And I want to
Have it back
Ohh it’s hard
To break
The ice
When I’ve
Decided
You’re
Too high
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6. |
Bringing This Up
03:15
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I have a memory
Of being thirteen
And the boys didn’t like me
Or the ones I liked couldn’t see me
Or they could see but they didn’t like me
Cuz they were gay
I have a memory
Of wondering
why the guys that I felt such kinship with
Couldn’t see me as someone to make out with even though
I’d be into it
And you
Are bringing this up in me
I know my memories
Are in the past
I don’t want to assume
That this also applies to you
There could be some other reason you don’t
See me
There could be someone else,
you could be going through a crisis of mental health,
or any other number of things,
but there’s one that historically rings
true for me
And you
are bringing this up in me
So if you’re gay
It’s okay and I can confidently say I am
also persuaded in a gay way
and that doesn’t need to keep us
Gender is a construct of our
Society
At the risk of
sounding like a homophobe
I just want to make sure you are sure
You’ve deconstructed your perception of gender
and even after that,
It remains an undeniable fact
That you don’t like me
And you
Are bringing this up in me
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7. |
Girl On My Shoulder
02:59
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It’s a strange thing to realize
that he would have made a nice one to hold
When we’re old and wrinkly
Its a nice thing to think about
How I knew he was always worth my time
Though we tried but it didn’t work out
When I was younger I knew myself
And knew what I deserved
When I was younger I trusted myself
To act on what I observe
Now that I’m older
I could use a little of that girl on my shoulder
It’s a joyful thing to know he found
The love that he deserved
He’s not cursed by my uncertainty
It’s a wonder to see him hold a babe
See the lovelight in his eyes
As he cries as he used to do
When I was younger I knew myself
And knew what I deserved
When I was younger I trusted myself
To act on what I observe
Now that I’m older
I could use a little of that girl on my shoulder
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8. |
Wallflower
03:23
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I tried so hard to be nice
Seemed to always backfire
I see the problem now
You were holding me tight
And I let you be right
Didn’t say my thoughts out loud
I was a wallflower
You adored my petals as my tangled roots stayed still
I knew I was beautiful on the windowsill
Beyond the pane the wild colors let me know
That flowers need some room to grow
Why can’t I speak my mind
Feeling lost all the time
Who made me this way
Was it you or just me
I’m starting to see
The parts we both played
I was a wallflower
You adored my petals as my tangled roots stayed still
I knew I was beautiful on the windowsill
Beyond the pane the wild colors let me know
It’s okay to need some room to grow
It’s alright to make some room to grow
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9. |
Weatherman
03:05
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I made a call to the time temp and weather phone
Hoping someone would be there and tell me/ where i’m goin’
Is it raining out there in western hollywood?
If so i’ll stay right here where my life is good
Doing dishes looking out of my window
At the reverie of watching how the garden grows
But my mind is wandering to my mortality
If I could bloom, which climate would be best for me?
Weatherman, tell me what to do
Weatherman, how would this work if I were you?
Am I sunny 70’s or a cloudy breeze
Weatherman, please make this decision for me
I know you probably recognize me when my number calls
And frankly, you’ve been wrong before if I recall
But here I come again asking for your advice
Hoping maybe you will get it right this time
Weatherman, tell me what to do
Weatherman, how would this work if I were you?
Am I sunny 70’s or a cloudy breeze
Weatherman, please make this decision for me
I guess i’m just a sucker for whatever people say
If it wasn’t for the weather I’d never want to change
Weatherman, tell me what to do
Weatherman, how would this work if I were you?
Am I sunny 70’s or a cloudy breeze
Weatherman, please make this decision for me
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10. |
When Will We Know
01:11
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I thought this would be a song for my 20’s
But i heard my mama sing along in her 60’s
When will we know if what we’re doing is right?
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Sadie Gustafson-Zook Minneapolis, Minnesota
The act of creating something tangible is the air Sadie Gustafson-Zook breathes. Her songwriting weaves an internal dialogue, the stories she tells herself, warm melodies and clever chords into something real, something she can physically feel with her hands and her throat. And chances are that you’ll be able to feel them too. ... more
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