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How Come You Call Me
03:49
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How come you call me your baby
When I’m the one who makes it run right
Why do you call me your baby
When I’m the one who makes it run
I’m the one who makes it run
The one who makes it run right
Well you’re weak from the way that you’re going through the world
I agree it’s a shame that the world couldn’t be another way
You and me, we are the same
We like to call it by its name
But I know you’ve seen it changing, and you won’t say the new one I have made
I’m the one who makes it run
I’m the one who makes it run
Did you think I was having fun?
You’re not the only one
Two steps from overrun
But everything would come undone
And I let you call me your baby
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2. |
Hey Buddy
03:09
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I been wondering
How you take your eggs
How you smell at 6am and if you got someone to wonder on
Most days
I sit and burn with my
Dumb pride and how I’ve learned to hide my eyes from the spectacle of love
Hey buddy, I don’t know
I think it’s worth a go
I bet you feel it in your bones
It’s like the whole things coming through at the seams
No place for cherry trees
I’m a little cherry blossom going brown
I wonder
If you feel it too
I wonder how we’d do if we bent our knees and squinted at the ground
Can’t let the weather keep you down
Daylight comes and goes
And I’m back in the throes of a purple tinted vision to the south
Maybe it’s my red blood calling now
For the taste that I have done without
Maybe I’m just tired of this town
Nobody ever taught us how
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Gatekeeper
02:48
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Whoa, gatekeeper
I’ve seen the levees in your eyes
There is an ocean on the rise
I know that it’s hard times to be tender
I know you got it bad
I know that this world is needing menders
Not ascetics slaying dragons in their heads
You got a cantilever frown
You know the walls of Babylon came down
I know that it’s hard times to be tender
I know you’re feeling mad
I know that at best it’s still a bender
And you’re swimming in the water you won’t tread
I’ve seen the way you hold your chin
You know that doesn’t keep you in the end
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4. |
Tell Me How
03:20
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Mary is young
Watching it bloom with her eyes wide
I've seen it too
I know the trains are on time
So goodnight Hollywood
Goodnight Paris
Goodnight to the banks of the Zuiderzee
But tell me how the sun breaks on you
In the morning
So I'd have no need
To stay up thinkin bout
Where you been sleeping
Without me
Nobody's full
Another round for these young and gray
You and your friend
You don't care for the strong taste
So goodnight New York
Goodnight Paris
Goodnight to the banks of the Zuiderzee
I'm gonna be quiet someday
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Under the U-Bahn
04:08
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6. |
Country Jam
03:54
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Johnny jumps the broomstick for to save his skin
Meanwhile his companions are content to dance
And stay all night
Johnny in the country with a crying lamb
Dancers in the city eating country jam
And neither right
Somebody found you
Licking your wounds, looking
Right past the moon
Johnny on the beltway coming back inside
Knowing there is no way for a thing to hide
And stay in sight
Down at the old spot
The prices have changed
But we can dance again
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Colors
02:54
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I don’t have all the colors that you see in me
It’s just a trick of light and trigonometry
And now you got it bad for a picture that you made in your head
I don’t have all the colors that you see in me
It’s just the way I dress that makes my eyes look green
And now you’re going mad for a dream that never got out of bed
Do you want it the hard way?
Stick around til the paint fades
I take off my clothes only to find it’s slipped away into a sea of grey
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8. |
What Do You Mean
03:17
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Never had silk, never had wings
Never could stay if the living was free
Call me a ride, pour me drink
What do you mean?
Said I would work, said I would pull
Said I would pick til the barrel was full
But it wasn’t much fun, so what if I’m lean
I tried to stay clean
Some people don’t mind
Well that’s a good way to be
Everyone laughed, they were on fire
Would you believe it began in the dryer
Now it’s too small and I know that you’ve seen
Don’t be mean to me
Never had silk, never had wings
Or the wonderful ways of wordless things
Call me a ride, pour me a drink
What do you mean?
Some people don’t mind
I’m afraid that I do
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9. |
Glory
02:21
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Sun fell in like syrup
And I was feeling kicking
I was feeling kicking
No one could know if it was all in my head
I knew it was beside the point
I knew that time would join the body to the feeling
Glory, little glory
Oh what a glory in me
Squint your eyes a little
And you can see the stitches
You can see the stitches every time I deny a love of popular flowers
But who can refuse purple and red
Who can help from holding tiny fingers
Glory, little glory
Oh what a glory to see
Let me be clear as crystal
I was shaking
I was shaking thinking of all the places I’ve never gone
I wondered if this plane was going down
If I’d rather be round or flattened
Glory, little glory
Applause for every glory
For our small and restless stories
And for the way I’m bound to worry over glory
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10. |
You Like It Here
04:19
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If you have a question for me, the line is open now
The walls you wish still stood between us are long down
Be honest baby
I see you clear
You like it here
It’s not an accident you made for seven years
You like it here
And you’re never gonna leave
You’d smooth the mountains like a bedsheet
If only you were big enough
You would cut the trees so you could see who’s coming
And then you’d run
You lost your sweetness
And now it’s fear
I get nervous buying toothpaste
I get lonely buying bread
There is nothing you can teach me about a crooked head
And I would not deny you
And honest tear, but
You like it here
It’s not an accident you keep making through the years
You like it here
And you’re never gonna leave
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String Me on the Line
02:06
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There’s a hundred things hanging in your mind
And I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with stutters and the stops
Hang me up with bits of conversation broken off and left to sing for you
I am leaving when the air gets thin
And I have only just told you where I’ve been
But string me up with the static and the pops
Hang me up with the ribbons of story you had written that has turned on you
Nothing could be further from my hope than to oppress you
I have only come inside to discover and undress you
Now that I am here I am lying restless in your bed
There’s a hundred things hanging in your mind
I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with the tatters and the rags
Hang me up among the flowers growing dry and thin so they can always sing to you
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12. |
The Kitchen
02:56
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Waste in the kitchen
Little spiders on the wall
Leaning in to catch the smell of bedsheets coming up
I could not believe the sound of the world this morning
Far from the islands
Not a mountaintop in sight
But it’s a pretty place when it sits a while in your eyes
I thought that you had left your phone behind
To sing its bird song the way it does to make you rise
I waited for the end to come
Why do some things keep on?
Waste in the kitchen
Where we left our wild feast
I can’t remember why we had to go so suddenly
Cold in the young light
We were always cautious this way
Looking down to see if there was a table in our name
Are they waiting for the end of us?
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13. |
The Other Side
04:12
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How can it be I see you from a distance
And I’m standing here inside myself with my feet below my knees
Remember how you said you could see it in the distance
But you could not find an atlas
Or a compass
That would get you there from here
Don’t you wish that you had stones in your shoes
Little monsters nipping at your ankle bones
There is a circle drawn around you and I’m standing on the other side
Every lover has her boxes underneath
The sagging bed with monuments pressed into it
That cannot be washed out with water and
They’ll read the books and say, how strange, how cruel it was
They used to ride on horses
And keep their dogs in wire crates at night
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