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Lovers on the Weekdays
03:19
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our idle days are trapped in cinematic haze
i’m bored to death, let's have a seance
we were beholden to no one!
but your posture changed,
when I copied the keys to my place
can we be lovers on the weekdays?
cuz this start-stop love’s got me dreamin’ different scenes
i think i need real stakes
wanna feel my cold heart ripped open
so long I've waited for closure
and the halfway ain't holding me over
said today’s a yes
but tomorrow’s a maybe or less
can we be lovers on the weekdays?
i know i sound deranged
this is a brazen invasion of space!
still: can we be lovers
on the weekdays?
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2. |
Cycles
02:22
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you only call
when you got nothing to do
is that how much i matter to you?
on and on it cycles, yeah
we’re both flakes
but get us in the same room
it's like we never changed!
on and on it cycles, yeah
let’s fuck around, fuck around yeah
strange
just when i think i’m getting deeper with you
that’s when i feel you fade away
on and on it cycles
all in all it’s fine
let’s fuck around
oooh if it’s over, just be up front with me.
let’s skip on to the grieving.
on and on it cycles
all in all it’s fine
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3. |
Love in Real Time
02:16
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the lake’s reflection is a cotton candy cloud, oh yeah mhmm
no one would know it by the way you run your mouth
in spitting distance there’s forgiveness in your face
from further out I feel ya yanking at my chain, oh yeah I do
love in real time
scrapes a knee
and you’re still waiting for us
king kurzweil’s at cruising speed, for the time being
so bored of certitudes and wisdom of the crowds
living like faith is just the opposite of doubt
it’s a hidden bullseye,
secret key
into your parents’ closet
ancient actor that steals the scene
whose name i can’t remember.
brightest night sky, deepest clean,
the loss that won me over
love in real time’s the death of me.
ms. jenkins party of two we’ve got a table for you
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4. |
High Street
03:48
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high street
was our happy place
the sign is bolted down so it’s not torn away
and hung up on a freshman’s wall
by poster of bob marley with a soccer ball
no i don’t have the wherewithal to run.
midnight is the province of the young
it flashes
when the leaves are dead
you dream of mississippi and a single bed.
passion without elegance,
holes inside your jeans from when you hopped the fence
no i don’t have the wherewithal to roam
it’s pretty but it still don’t feel like home.
midnight is the province, midnight is the province of the young.
bridge
“not the fault of anyone” is a fantasy
not the fault of anyone
is the bed that we have made
how you are with anyone is how you are with everyone you say
instrumental of verse
chorus
they don’t have the wherewithal to stay
it’s like pulling teeth to keep these two awake
midnight is the province of the young, may love not fade away
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5. |
Tom's Theme
02:01
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Tom, you’ve got a warm and kindhearted soul.
Thanks for powering our country!
I know the work’s been taking a toll
but Tom,
you gotta eat
until your stomach’s three-quarters full
you can live to be a hundy --
if a hundred years is your goal, yeah
setting goals and thinking of tom,
dreaming of the weekend with tom.
Tom, your bag is headed straight for the hole.
thanks for powering our country!
you let me in on the joke,
reasons why i’m thankful for Tom.
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6. |
Take You Anywhere
01:24
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I could take you anywhere,
if you wanted to get out of your way
take an hour outside your head.
It was such a stupid sentiment,
and I'd do anything to have it again
break it down to repeatable motions.
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7. |
Aimee Avenue
03:42
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so fleet the works of man;
back to the earth again.
all ancient and holy things
fade like a dream.
whatcha recommend i do?
aimee avenue
i need you to keep your shoulders straight
now, if you mimic the posture of your subject, it will make them feel a bit more comfortable.
remember to focus on the victim, not the perpetrator.
this way you're bound to have a more constructive conversation,
which is what we want
if the parking lot, the DMV
has drained me of my empathies
could this patient love, be poison fruit
when we're in the water line,
would we save a space for you?
whatcha recommend i do?
aimee avenue
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8. |
Distant Friend
03:04
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hazy autumn back in mid-missouri,
the greenery surrendered to the red,
my ears are ringing like tornado sirens
melinda shoots confetti on your bed.
i, i can’t wait till morning comes again
ahah, aha let’s watch the sun wake up
my distant friend.
at halloween, if a kid wants candy
she’s got to tell the homeowner a joke.
a little extra when you stick the landing
you can stop me if you’ve heard this one before
ah, you made your father your best man
ahah, aha, then did the moonwalk for your first dance
aha, lada, your voice keeps breaking up
my distant friend
i know i’m going heavy on the rhetoric, but could i change your mind?
close friends living int he same neighborhood, it just makes sense
convenience-wise
ah, i won't let them draw those curtains just yet
let’s get the gap closed up, my distant friend
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9. |
Strange Love
02:07
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you can’t rely on emotion
it’s like a cloud rollin through
but we’ve had this big one hanging over that’s jankin’ my groove
your eyes have grand implications
but still your lips never move
give me that verbal confirmation that you feel it too
why’s it so strange to say you love me?
like it’s some burden to prove?
i know the word’s gotten cheaper over time that’s real
and maybe it’s too far gone to capture the depths of how you really feel
but somehow it still wrecks me
that you can’t shake one loose
(just one, just say it)
why’s it so strange to say you love me?
what kinda harm would it do?
i sense some friction when you touch me
i wanna get smooth
(various monosyllabic sounds)
why’s it so strange to say you love me?
why’s it so strange to say you love me?
why’s it so strange to say you love me?
why’s it so strange to say you love me?
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10. |
Merced
04:00
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spring's got you you so messed up in a loop:
is this loneliness or solitude?
a face divorced from a name in a
rented town
“things that would take you ten minutes’ll take me an hour”
Merced, it’s time
let’s kill the classics
hearing ya talk up death as escape
at a pacers game, on a saturday
half the crowd does the wave now it’s
winding down
spend some time with me
i’m off at 9 today.
the devil will find you when you hit the peak of your powers
merced
as if no one on earth can conceive of the mess you’re in
it’s partially selfish to ask you to stay at this hour
merced it’s time
take off the plastic wrap, aw yeah
let’s kill the classics
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11. |
Pokr Boi
01:35
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poker boy, don’t change your style
it’ll take away the mystery!
over pair, you raise the flop
and it’s too late now to fold
it’s the usual dilemma
in the tyranny of twos.
shoulder pads, those suits and ties
met the dusty bins of history.
the kings and queens wear chucks and jeans,
send ya postcards from the road
it’s the prisoner’s dilemma
it’s the tyranny of choose!
and i will never change i’m in love
with the previous version of you.
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