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'95
03:13
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Say what you want, the others will follow
I tried to act tough, it just made me hollow
Tired of looking back, afraid it’ll fail,
Tripped on the thought, caught on the carousel
I’m going out to Jersey, I don’t know why
Well, she said she loved me sometime in ‘95
You know it’s hard to trust, it was supposed to work out
Standing up there, somersaults into my crowd
The cards are stacked against me, the odds are too
I want a second chance and I want to break through
But who owns the moment and who pays the bill?
Stab the devil in the back just for the thrill
It’s just how you wanted, the stars aligned
But no, it’s all wrong, it’s in the wrong sign
But something must be right ‘cause the drummer ’s in the street
And I’m singing to my music, lord it always rescues me
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2. |
Dilla
03:22
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What is the distance you aspire?
10 hundred images to fuel the fire
It burned in Dilla, I pushed him down the stairs
Fled the mountain, scorched the angel’s hands
These words are empty, no meaning
My lover loves me, great wings beating
My lover loves me for a minute
Cut him loose but he held on so…gently
Brave the dark, each mile stings
Collecting messages under sheets
No point of looking, no way to grieve
Clock is ticking lord, don’t make me leave…
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3. |
Take It Back
03:20
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Lately the words don’t mean a thing
They’re gonna crash in on me
And he’s lying to my friends
Falling asleep in their heads falling asleep in their beds
Sugar it don’t mean a thing, if he’s yelling at me in the streets
I’m gonna take it back you’ll see, I’m gonna erase eternity
My friend and her boyfriend
They drive ‘cross the border with him
They’ve got a nice friendship going
I’m on the sidelines, do they notice?
I’m on the sidelines they don’t notice
“What’s wrong with her,” they want to know
Say they come to all of my shows
They fall around me and I leave them behind
Lose them in Oakland back in 1989
She hits rock bottom I save her every time
Sugar it don’t mean a thing
It’s all a little crazy
I’m gonna take it back you’ll see
I’m gonna erase eternity
I’m gonna erase eternity
I’m gonna take it back you’ll see
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4. |
I Left the Window Open
01:44
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I left the window open, it reminded me of spring
When I planted the flowers as an offering
Though I forget where I put them and all of their names
Which just adds to the chaos that’s already sustained
And it’s hard to fall asleep ‘cause I’m distracted by the moon
It crawls unfiltered through the window into the silent room
It never asks a question, it never assumes
It just lays asleep beside me and sings a silent tune
And every time the door opens a puzzle falls apart
And I knew I recognized you by the drop of my heart
I waded through high tide just to feel a change
I waited for an answer though it never came…
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5. |
For T
04:25
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I saw my baby today, he lost too much weight
His bones were sticking out, Jake tells me to write this down
When you were one year old, I’d rock you to all the songs I told
My arm would fall asleep, and I’d kiss you on the cheek
Love I won’t let you drown, even though I’m not there I’ll always be the ground
Solid underneath, your perfect feet, your perfect feet
Now I don’t know what to say, if I saved your life or if you’d live anyway
I wait for the day you fill back out, music spilling from your mouth
Love I won’t let you drown, even though I’m not there I’ll always be the ground
Solid underneath, your perfect feet, your perfect feet
Love I won’t let you drown, even though I’m not there I’ll always be the ground
Solid underneath, your perfect feet, your perfect feet
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6. |
Dresden
05:51
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Cut my hair on the night train, Paris was closed, Paris had changed
If by fate or if by chance, ash in my clothes, ash in my hands
There is a scene, a scene with you, in my car and in my room
But I know that it’s too late, you made the choice, you made the change
It was so cold they didn’t know, where we were when the rallies broke
And the darkness felt so long, I sang to you, but you were gone
There is a song, a song of you, in my car and in my room
But I know that it’s too late, you made the choice, you made the change
‘H’ knows what to do, he’ll carve me a perfect tune,
But the fire’s gone out, can’t get myself off the ground
There is a life, a life with you, in my car and in my room
But I know that it’s too late, you made the choice, you made the change
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Cleveland
04:05
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There was nothing for me where I was, I left with them
Three hours in the car, we sleep alone
You were living with her then, no choice to leave, no friends
Didn’t know it yet, you didn’t love me then
Jay said, “at this rate, we’ll never make L.A.”
But little did I mind, had my eyes on better times
Hidden at the show, you don’t care where I go
Well if that’s the case, what was the point of the chase
They say it’s a ruse, he’s gaslighting you
never heard that word, till I met you
look me in the eye, it was lost the whole time
no longer insane, and I’m done being blamed
There’s nothing for me here, blank face in the mirror stares
Three hours in your car, you sleep with her
Crying on the couch, the truth in your mouth
it’s raining in this house, but I love you still
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8. |
The Last Time
01:42
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The last time we were bombed was in 1941
Craters in the street, somewhere far away from me
And I can’t figure out what the timing’s all about
I’m so sick of death, it bores me to no end
Hospitals drown in it, babies are crowned by it
Neighbors forgotten by it it it…
This is you in the morning, I sew you into a song
I see them in my head, they live on and on and on and on and on…
And if you’re somewhere out there, ‘cross the void
Know I’d like to be friends, but not if you think I’m leading you on
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Broken glass on the night we met
Years ago, some forget
Back in 1938, they didn’t speak our names
It wasn’t safe
The front man in my favorite band, fell in love with the ghost of her
And all the same in Amsterdam, death teases fate
Drives us insane
All the lies and false promises, go to hell you crooked scientists
And Roosevelt don’t care, all the same in Amsterdam
Shave our heads, fill the mattresses, go to hell you fucking fascists
And Roosevelt don’t care, all the same in Amsterdam
All the lies and false promises, go to hell you fucking fascists
And Roosevelt don’t care, all the same in Amsterdam
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10. |
But I'll Love You
03:45
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Can’t sit still, I’m in trouble, I’m a slave to the disease
Words on the wall, I paint my bedroom
She holds me down, I slip from view
She holds me down, I slip from view
But I’ll love you till the end of this song
I know it’s not long, I know it’s not long
And I’ll love you till the end of this song
I know it’s not long, I know it’s not
Faith in god taught me about chance
I went to Paris with nothing in my hands
Bottle of vermouth and a bottle of gin
She’s not my lover, she’s only my friend
But I’ll love you till the end of this song
I know it’s not long, I know it’s not long
And I’ll love you till the end of this song
I know it’s not long, I know it’s not
I hear you’ve gone to New York
The cold can’t keep you in
And I’ve got another, keeps me around when he feels like
Keeps me warm when he feels like
But I’ll love you till the end of this song
I know it’s not long, I know it’s not long
And I’ll love you till the end of this song
I know it’s not long, I know it’s not
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