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by Saint and Kings

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1.
Boyfriend 03:16
Everything suddenly hard Everything was right at hand I didn't know how to stop even if I wanted to stop And I wanted to be the one who said good morning baby Maybe that meant boyfriend maybe just a means to an end Leave our living wet and winded Newfound foes so well befriended Everything I touched and held Everything within ready reach You were battened against me Flattening any pretense I was free Everything same as the start Everything splintered into shards It was too much of a tight squeeze Me underneath you begging please Everything behind bated breath Everything alight until a little death Inhalations thrusting together exclamations against a bellwether
2.
I am what I am I know what I know but that was only a few moments ago I was what I was please don't hold it against because I'm no good at keeping up pretense If you haven't heard the bad news We thought we got the last laughs It played a little like a twelve-bar blues Eternally redeemable for gags and gaffes After the pratfalls come those that's-alls Folks consume it as enjoyment perhaps These jokes never stop writing themselves as seen previously on context collapse Who knows if I'll get to be something new So long as my future is written it's untrue Maybe  I'll see you somewhere down the line Does never work for you? Never works for me just fine
3.
Dark Sound 05:19
Frosted windows in a brick wall Sunlight filters into our little loft I laid down flat till I heard you call instantly insistent, urgent and soft Even as you told me I was nothing less than holy You showed me an old well, a fish leap, a dark sound You felt free to flirt in a T-shirt as if you didn't know me So I let you pretend until you found new ways around So whatever juts just sits and struts, whatever's lost is found Plants in pots battened by breezes Chairs at a desk with lamps nearby You turned to me deliberate as Jesus defending sinners against devilish lie I felt you dare to love me in my disarray You tried to let our lips lead us through it So I rolled my thighs and not my eyes at your woo instead of the way I view it
4.
End Friend 03:26
Our past lives too recent Our memories too decent They won't stop showing up Even when we take a day off This was a night when it was right We didn't know it was our final show Drinking our fills and chasing our thrills Never ever hoping to put the end in friend Now we stare out of a window Time accelerates still too slow It won't stop tumbling toward Though we flail and fumble forward This was a day when we could say we didn't dream we might ever seem out of our heads off of our meds Never ever hoping to put the end in friend
5.
Fill 03:54
It's not the color of your hair if you know what I mean Against that purple sheet I can enjoy how it's bluish green It's not the color of your nails but as long as I can see 'em That polish matches the sheet: both should be in a museum It's your gazing eyes that hold me still I'm gasping for air like a hooked fish gill Itch you scratch giving an endless thrill Pulling me in for the win I can't get my fill It's not the direction I can follow when we spend time Gravity stops having me I'm losing rhythm and rhyme It's not the direction you give me subtle as it smooths but a connection I can't even mention how it soothes Gentle but steady until encouragement feels like torture Heels over head until I see red and have never been more sure
6.
Held 02:50
I will remember when I once was an instrument fitting between hands, a vow mouthed by a bride Held by the note heard struck and amplified, not so much making music as living before I died Breath in my lungs moving air against skin, bare as the product of any original sin Centuries from now, the most I'll get to be is a wrinkle in a child's brow seen from some other side
7.
Makeup 03:57
I was used to a bare face Never let any emotions trace more than a wrinkle in space until our love began lingering You were a variable dose Out of control coolly composed always each element you chose made you into this bigger thing You showed me makeup Tenderly slowed my rush Held up a mirror to my cup Handed over your cleanest brush Showed me how your cover-up hides your holler in its hush Makeup took more than a minute Makeup might run but you didn't You were used to a blank wall Meant to meander and sprawl but still trying to stand up tall when it wasn't even necessary I tried on primer put on paint as I lied about never and ain't you held the patience of a saint so that camouflage seemed less scary
8.
Multiple 03:25
I'll tell you when I'm tired I'll tell you when it's hard When I'm way too wired When to stop and start You tell me when to touch and when it's all too much for your multiple moments for my multiple moments And we'll try to hold them Try to make them count without holding them against each other I'll tell you when it's good I'll tell you when it isn't When I'm feeling young When I'm insufficient You tell me what to take and what we get to make for your multiple moments for my multiple moments
9.
Neighborhood 04:36
From inside I see the light on every corner Slip outside and weather getting warmer Branches waving against western wind Bushes blooming in need of tender trim Settle in after the paperwork is good and welcome to the neighborhood Let us come make ourselves understood You're welcome in the neighborhood Cul-de-sacs and courtyards on the road Cozy little bungalows lawns freshly mowed Gardens and sheds and porches and chores Blinds on windows keeping outsiders outdoors
10.
Riding 02:34
We can't say the stallion remembers the cowgirl with fondness or pleasure with meaningful measure even if we keenly study canter for any trace of equine banter We can't say the riding was better or worse re-viewed from the future or re-wound in reverse We can't say the cowgirl came in under photo-finish without a camera shutter to study pace and stutter even if we let the gal gallop tra-la-la but she ain't no trollop she will pack an unholy wallop somewhere scalawags eat scallops
11.
Secret 03:32
What you do isn't who you are Which one of us was it said by the car watching other children run around gently holding onto what we just found I came to you in the still of night We know what we did wasn't right But loosened lips can't hold on tight to a secret hidden in plainest sight What you are isn't what you ask Since others may not take up the task it only takes one to ponder and scheme but two for deliberate deeds from dreams What you ask isn't what you receive rewards like swords sharper than believed resist the urge to trace with fingertips and miss the tide that rides relationships
12.
Stark 02:53
I stood at the door and I knew no more as you pretended to sleep Shutting me out with steady breath as you pretended it was deep You gradually gave me an instant education I watched your behavior for an unknown duration I laid down to rest and I knew no more but pretended I still cared Welcoming you in was a little warm death but intimacy was left undared You gradually gave me light before it all went dark subtle hints that offered glints of nakedness no longer stark
13.
Summer 03:45
We're neither pure nor unalloyed We're neither an object nor the void Barely adult but not unadulterated Off the clock but aware of time obliterated A season that we long for, can it even linger too long? Can it overstay its welcome, can we miss if it's never gone? We taste it raw we take it strong That's how summer becomes a song We're neither prone nor panting We're neither gigging nor gallivanting Civilians in skivvies sweating shimmying we sway until reveille revealing the land of the lay
14.
Timeline 03:53
It don't get to be history yet if we're still talking about it it remains in play it's not okay It's no dead letter bet even if loved ones' breathing ceases after untimely leaving You know better than to treat as truth a timeline Better than to accept adaptations of the adept from those who thought you slept You know better than to take what's on offer Better than to believe living only as portrayed when it could be shaped and made It's not a future seized without trying all the keys to undo locks to awe and shock It's not about what others falsely believe secured but what was unfairly endured It's your timeline No it's not fine Seize it and say 'it's mine'

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released February 11, 2021

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Saint and Kings San Pablo, California

I’m a singer-songwriter using guitars and keyboards to craft distinctive dispatches from intimate interiors, vast exteriors and all points in between. Drawing on years of pop, soul, indie, folk and dance-music fandom, I try to turn observations and narratives into succinct sonic snapshots. ... more

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