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It’s the champagne and the fireworks
outside and inside getting on my nerves
It’s the champagne and the fireworks
inside and outside getting on my nerves
I watch the clock ticking down
try to keep an ugly frown
off my face as I occupy my space
pay no mind to the cat or the company
so long as they don’t bother me
they’re holding up their end of the bargain
It’s the arbitrary counts
the decades in amounts
it gets so hard to keep track of all the years
behind every panicked grin
you see the state they’re all in
trying to capture all of their fears and tears
Nothing new but the number
same waking dream same slumber
beat your head against the lumber
set it all on fire
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Consider Me A Friend
03:48
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Water and coffee, footsteps in the hallway
Rain overhead giving way to an empty cloud
A cat making noise over a small plaything
How in the world can tiny things be so loud?
I've been cruel and I've been foolish
Sooner than I'd prefer I'll be both again
But before I do, this is my one true wish
that you have and will consider me a friend
Forward and backwards, rooted in a routine
Sun overhead trapping all beneath its glow
Dog barks in the distance at someone unseen
How in the world can my dinner arrive so slow?
I've been a donkey and an ass and mulish
Stubborn and ornery only myself to blame
But before I change, one thing I would arrange
that you consider me a friend by my name
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3. |
Each Other's Sentence
03:27
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You shuffle your papers,
look at them like they
can tell you what’s right,
grip on utensils,
shovel your food as if it
can feed you tonight,
but it’s all just objects
lacking in permanence,
and we’re both inmates
knowing we can’t finish
each other’s sentence.
Tell me about sentience,
tell me about essence,
tell me about the dream
you had the other night.
Tell me about your roommate,
how he doesn’t mean anything,
he’s just taking up space.
That’s my finger
tapping on the wall,
it’s me showing you
I’m not disappointed.
I’m barely surprised.
What did I expect?
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4. |
Hit Or Miss
05:01
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If it was all an act, we were actor and actress
taking tiny toy guns out for target practice
blanks in the chamber go boom when finally fired
If it was all a scene, these costumes convinced
now they're in wardrobe, ain't been seen since
oh, beg me not to blame you for the way you're wired
If I'm missing you,
it's not because my aim is low
If I'm missing you,
it's because I'm letting us go
You're dead to me, but I'm not haunted
just so you know this ain't a goodbye kiss
so much as one of us might've wanted
with me it'll never be hit or miss
If it was all a role, well, bless your heart and soul
quiet on the set, cue every line you remembered to forget
high-caliber punch-ups delivered as part of the plot
don't mind me darling I'll be sitting over there
with my name on the back of my chair
glass in my hand raised in the air for the martini shot
If I'm missing you,
it's not because my aim is high
If I'm missing you
it's only because I'm saying goodbye
You're only dead to me, I'm not haunted
just so you know this ain't a goodbye kiss
so much as one of us might've wanted
with me it'll never be hit or miss
Every time you tried to land a heavy hand on me
those pads and cushions helped with the pushing
They built in the distance now widening between
no more soothing or hushing your panting and rushing
Seeing you is my last hope at the other end of my scope
You got caught slippin', now you're fading out of frame
what a shame
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Interference
04:06
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You’re such a devoted opponent
of the world as you encounter it.
Looking out from inside a lonely donut,
it really creeps you out, don’t it?
I wish I could run some interference
for your convenience and their incoherence
I wish the loving care someone like me offers
could help refill your aquifers and coffers
And all the people you meet are counterfeit,
lacking in worldliness and even less in wit!
You only want to see the engineers of empire
on their hands and knees, crawling in the mire
I wish my loving care could run some interference
Everyone who visits can only be complicit at best
if nothing you assess can ever pass your test.
This universe is almost more than you can take:
for goodness’ sake, it’s all so authentically fake!
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Like Always
03:04
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Gray on white with the faintest blue overhead,
that’s what it looks like, that’s what she said.
I listen to her, assume that she know what she’s
talking about, like always.
A smooth floor, sturdy chair, solid walls, breathable air:
what makes up where we find ourselves today,
like always.
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7. |
Little Games
03:16
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What’s a game without
a player? Just distraction
What’s a game from a sideline
if we’re out of action
What’s a game with more than
one contestant? Maybe satisfaction
a non-zero chance of defeat
maybe a taste of victory sweet
Your big game might be today
but that ain’t what I want to play
Little games are much more preferable
Wouldn’t you agree?
Little games can be
so much more rewarding
Little games offer
more chances for scoring
LIttle games offer participants
opportunities to test rules
Not to mention lessons
you never learned in school
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8. |
Me And The Sky
05:07
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Me and the sky, we’re both crying
crying over you
Me and the sky, we won’t be done
until all our tears are through
I remember when the sun shone down
It never had a scowl or a frown
All it did was illuminate the beauty that it saw
I remember when the moon came out
Light flattered your every pose and pout
When you’d giggle it’d be the hee to your haw
Now it’s only just us two
Me and the sky overhead without you
Me looking up, the sky looking down
asking each other what’re we gonna do?
I don’t need a television meteorologist
to tell me how much of your love I’ve missed
I don’t need the past as much as a forecast
A five- to ten-day look at what’s ahead
A reason to get up and get out of my bed
A chance for the sky and I to shower you
with all our love at last
No longer just us two
Me and the sky reunited with you
The sky looking down, you and me looking up
Love and luck like a rain gauge filling our cup
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9. |
Miss Water
03:32
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You wouldn’t have gotten me
to say I was sick of the rain
until it got in my way, until
it kept getting in my way
Now it falls when I rise
and it gets in my eyes,
fills the streets, a steady beat,
I won’t miss it when it’s gone
Tell me about the drought:
were you out in the sun
and the heat, missing
wetness at your feet,
in a glass, falling down
your throat, sweetness in
your ears with every note?
I won’t miss water, I won’t miss life
I won’t miss fighting, I won’t miss strife
I won’t miss water, I won’t miss life
Can you tell that I’m lying?
I won’t miss water, I won’t miss life
I won’t miss water, I won’t miss strife
I won’t miss water, I won’t miss life
You can tell that I’m lying
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10. |
Mistake It For Love
03:42
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And it's that downhill dizzy feeling
the kind that leaves me reeling
It comes from shifts in elevation
till I'm addicted to sensation
anyone looking down from above
might mistake it for love
It's more unrelenting
than disorienting
and I'm just pretending
I can keep it together
The unconfirmed report
of a heart at last resort
can't be confirmed or denied
And anyway who's left to confide
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11. |
Nerve Endings
04:03
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I love beginnings
They go by so fast
You look up and suddenly
they’re back in your past
Then there’s endings, a full stop
You on the bottom and me on the top
I love beginnings
You start all over again
Someone’s an enemy
Next day they’re a friend
but do you trust them
and do you trust yourself?
What you feel, is it real
or are they only pretending
what they feel, is it real
or is it all just nerve endings?
There’s tricks of the light
and tricks of the touch
One feels like too little
one seems like too much
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12. |
Not Gonna Take A Fall
03:51
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You keep trying to
kick off the dark times
You keep lying about
your actions’ purpose
You keep dying to throw
up your gang signs
slashing and burning the
human workforce
that ain’t yours
but we just want open
windows instead
of closed doors
But you should know your feelings aren’t a fact
the dark times don’t answer to your beck and call
your solo suicide pact is a silly lounge star act
none of us out here in the audience gonna take a fall
You can lay off the people
You can cut your ballast, try to rise above
but there’s no buoyancy without our love
and there’s no flying free without our love
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13. |
Triplicate
04:37
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If you dream in triplicate,
make sure you press down
so your dream will last.
We don't want to implicate
your future without
evidence of the past.
You know how it goes
when it comes to paperwork
You've gotta cross your eyes
and dot your tees with ease,
feel the breeze as it flows and
inflames your supporters.
They're all cheering for you.
What are you going to do?
They require entertainment,
nourishment. It's feeding time.
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14. |
Worse Than Over
04:08
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I used to wake up,
I used to wake up to you
Nowadays I only see you
in my deepest dreams
They used to be fun, but
ever since we've been through
All I do is follow the screams
run toward the high beams
And love that once was best in show
everything I ever wanted
and hoped to know
It's worse than over,
since it keeps on being over
And hate I thought might take its place
only left me and indifference face to face
What's worse than over?
When it keeps on being over
We used to have friends
we used to have acquaintances
Who thought well of us
shared our trust and regard
Now they keep their
confidences and distances
So much for easy being together
What I really want to know is
will it always be this hard
Without you, without me
We are trapped, we're not free
Together and apart, I miss your heart
Do you miss my heart too?
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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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