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Celine of Saline
01:56
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Baby Blue
03:15
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Strung out and along, like a kitten after yarn, like a military man and his gun. Hope to get safe in some arms and pray to the lord, "give me a clean run, through 'till I'm buried knowing real love, after having been someone's enough. Maybe Baby Blue?" Oh she's a vacuum, I told her exchange hot air if you need to with whoever or whatever you trap. Cause you can't tame a dame in a young world if she reeks like a diamond among pearls, can just suffer your good luck a blank cheque, cashed for lips and legs. Cause all her kiss does is put a knife to your tongue, leaves you haggling wordless with an angel come to collect on your debt all your pleading just hangs in her breath. You'll say "Baby Blue, if you got to choose, or a short list who you wanted to would any name of mine have made the cut. Tell the truth, what else is there to lose? If you say no, I'll lace up my shoes and go, it can only turn me to mush."
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Train Arms
03:42
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It's no matter how many times you wash your clothes after she's been against them, oh the smell wont ever go away, hard to remember how it's been pressed to her lips. And man, I just can't roll outta bed, call on the Chaplain to see if I'm dead. ...but I'm not. River my telephone cut both lines at the house, off meter of grid. I'll just use candles at night and cook over a fire of real wood cut. Cause our dinner of eggs got all over my face and I dropped my favorite thing in the storm drain, on the walk home, bums plead with me for my pennies. And I can only say "I'm lonely," and that they "wouldn't understand her beauty" and how it "kills me." All that idle chatter moves me to the train lines, where my Mad Hatter goes but can't afford the time anymore to sink with me 'neath stars, and let me drown in her arms. Is it that she can't roll outta bed, phone the Chaplain to see if she's said anything about me?
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Elvis Presley
03:17
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Owner of all I own now, except my body owned by the state, no crumbling reverie escape, my once bottled fantasies now written in bold across our pleasant silence, as it floats with the hands of the clock, abstract steps land but don't repeat, in a dance had with your fingers, a snot filled kiss you'd sneak as sweet as real tears wetting scarred skin or the woe melting like butter in warm hands, you're just a stone's throw, forget the price of gas, in a hug that never lets go we'll quit being sick with worry, baby's an old soul with a child's heart, look up close to know you silhouetted by back light, for in your paint can brain I'd be fine, I know I'd be alright.
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Angel's Wings
02:48
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Sugar hips through corrective lenses, drunk up streams of unconsciousness, you could buy back from God all the prayers he didn't answer, youth eaten by a locker and a shop keeper, aim to breathe like angels sing, a heartbeat like their wings, moved by the whimper of a soft buzz, drag a sigh and get sunk, cut costs and loses with relief, come back with straighter teeth, time eaten by a talker and a hospital bill, man you breathe like angels sing, a heartbeat like their wings, every screen tells me "drop more coin", "drink outta plastic all day", all the clerks tell me "no need to have money now, me and you, we'll put it on credit and you can buy back from God your hopes and prayers"
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Wake Up Time
02:53
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In, tight and cozy, to my Queen sized bed
I hope I don't wake up
Kept a handful of days better than most dreams I've had
So I hope I don't wake up
My stomach can't quit gettin hitched, it's bride and groom
Man I hope I don't wake up
My mattress head loose, I've noticed exposed screws
Here's a hope that I don't wake up
Leave me alone angel of my young soul
So you can cope when I don't wake up
I'd die before I'd hear you tell me to go
So I'm hopin I don't wake up
Babe your poet lips made so sweet I couldn't speak, but in I leaned
And hoped we'd never wake up
And all over your shoulder cried the first since Rover died
It'd be alright to not wake up
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CVS
03:42
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Forget my past and heavy head on a shoulder, aged like expensive red bought off the shelf at CVS, cause new circles under my eyes match shade for shade, the darkening costume skies painted on the back seat window, where Red's beaming girl good thoughts, it feels like I've always lived, and she cops to me landing the part, that all'a hollywood wished to be cast in, and I've ached to play, Meanwhile night fills up the car, and my shadow's always been too chicken to join me in the dark, so alone I spin yarn about a dream where I eat you, but from nerves cough and vomit you into the bathtub while the neighbors knock, you sigh "for god sake's take me home" with an eye roll and we trip up to home's threshold, where you'll sleep to sounds of poems, drifting up from on streets below, so on go my shoes, but on the mirror in the hall, I wrote out my whole heart, and couldn't fit every good line, or remember every good line, your lipstick was too thick.
Maybe I'd like you as a problem hunny, try and mean the things you say.
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Memphis
04:10
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I'm movin to Memphis
I'm needin my wheels to roll there
I keep dreamin up more and more reasons to go there
Is it scary to think that your losing me? Don't worry
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
I'll live close to Beal Street
I'll get to havin a favorite waitress
And I'll laugh at the Elvis freaks
I'm thinkin I'm gonna like living at that speed so
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
Cause she's all I can think about
How it'd be cool to die there
In her wet mouth drown
How it'd be nothin but poetry when they found my body
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
My eyes find it's skyline the best
And when me and ol' Memphis go to town
In a Chinese gown it'll dress
I've already decided, I'm leaving this week
So I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
I had only visited before
But I want it to always be just outside the door
So as I can see the river, and smell the air, and taste the cuisine
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
Cause there a boy should grow up
In Memphis's fair hands a man he can become
So lay me down in a bed of southern fall leaves
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
I'm movin to Memphis
It's a place I could love
I heard a story that angels carved it all from old tree trunks
And to be lyin in Memphis is all that I need
I'll see you in Memphis, Tennessee
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