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Wanting Me Back
04:48
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Now's time to pay for the damages I've done
in my life so far, oh but I don't have the strength
and I do not have a car, and I don't have you
wanting me back anymore
Now's time to pray for the challenges I'll face
in my life ahead, oh but I don't have the faith
and I can't get out of bed, and I don't have you
wanting me back anymore
So please, when you see me don't say hello
just let me walk, because I still can't say hi without wanting to try to make you talk
Now's time to relax in my own skin, oh but I don't have the space, nor am I sure what skin I'm in
and I don't have you wanting me back anymore
So please when you see me, don't say hello
just let me pass, because I still can't say hi without
wanting to try to make it last
Now there's expansion, it follows every contraction
I know that I wanted to free both you and myself from me
and now's time to lay it down, it's time to lay me down, oh but I can't say I swim and I cannot say I drown
and I don't have you wanting me back anymore
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You set your mind on the maze
you're type that puts a horse to plow
you'd give your body up to science
and knotted ropes under the bed
I love to see you standing there
you have no sense of your command
you have no sense of your weakness
someone like me has to protect you
Here is the end of a long red thread
hold it tight and don't let go
when you're lost come back (to me)
you can follow it back
Your brow is set with crown of stones
a coronation in the sky
I'm known to love a happy ending
Corona Borealis up on high
what would you do without my strength
what would you do without my wit
just another of the yearly ten
just another of the yearly ten
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3. |
We Are the Wild
04:14
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we will drive to the top of the mountain
this could well be the world's greatest vacation
you could well be the world's next greatest writer
i could become someone I only dreamed of
we are the wild, and this is wilderness I'm sure
hens break the morning and wrens break persimmons
rents in the skin running sweet as molasses
this is the morning we'll always remember
this is the evening we'll always forget
we are the wild, and this is wilderness I'm sure
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We drive to Detroit, me and my friends
I hardly know them but I am at ease, I'm talking a lot
from the back seat
The city's bombed out. It looks like East Berlin,
only nothing's been changed, nothing's been changed
everything's broken
We go to a very dark place where we say what can't be said, oh, oh
There in the fourth room, out of the track lights
impossibly small, by nobody I ever heard of, you are
Diomedes
you were the best friend, the one inside the horse
inside wood-paneled walls, gift to the foe
the undoing of Troy
We go to a very dark place where we say what can't be said, oh, oh
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Oh, Sister
03:34
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Triple Crown
03:22
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you were relieved when you could deliver that man into her hands
she came a long way to eat your liver, but she could mend his clothes
and she could pare his apples, and boil water, and carry his sadness
between her legs, her legs
you had a horse and a silver pail, you birthed the babies and walked to school
you broke your arm when a boy touched you, how embarrassed he must have been
when the ambulance came to take you away, he must have felt it burn up his face, his face
you had your jaw set in iron intention to leave one day
for those wooden fences and the smell of horses, and kentucky bluegrass
and the Triple Crown, the Triple Crown
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All in Green
03:53
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you boiled a cup of cream, put it in a saucepan, turned the flames up high
it boiled and formed a skin, you touched it with your finger, removed it like a slip
you served me tea and marmalade, pome and peel, pome and peel
a black bear in the woods, finds a rotting oak tree, sticks his face inside
his tongue is long and black, in the cloud of golden insects, who sting him 'til he swells
and then his tongue is salmon-fat, inside white pins
pins for teeth, his tongue is salmon fat
you left me like a sweat, you left no residue, no residue
you boil a pot of water, drop a pinch of seasalt, i am a rotten orchid, and i'm feeling sick again
you dressed me all in green, you served my meals, you served my meals, you dressed me all in green, you served my meals, you served my meals
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Holly Mae and the Painted Room Berlin, Germany
The Painted Room is an art-folk entity of varying membership that existed in from 2006 to 2012. Members have included Holly Mae Haddock, Sara Kwon, Kathy Kwon, Molly Morgan, Sarah Morris, Mary Fraser, Mike Billmire, Serge Van der Voo, Merilee Philips, Sami Jo Buffington, Ken Lee, Jaime Fordyce & others ... more
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