1. |
Letterman
03:20
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In the basement I listen to John Lennon
and paint a picture of my good friends.
I don’t want to leave this house, but I
want to get out of this town.
Bury me in my parent’s basement.
Bury me in your arms tonight.
I’ll tell you about the bowling alley;
about how I got a strike. It was a
Thursday night, I had spaghetti dinner.
A clean kitchen with cooking supplies,
but I’m only home for the winter.
So the day is done it seems. I am
watching late night tv. Letterman
is such a funny guy when you got
nothing to do at night.
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2. |
Nice Day
03:13
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Today, I wore blue jeans.
Tomorrow, I’ll wear black.
I feel so dirty.
I feel so relaxed.
Cooked eggs for breakfast.
Made pasta tonight.
Did a little reading.
Sat down inside.
My eyeballs stare
at a computer screen.
My desktop is
mostly lime green.
My feet wear worn
out crew socks.
My life is boring.
My life rocks.
It was such a nice day outside,
I sat down inside; My room has
a nice view.
It was such a nice day outside,
I sat down inside; I thought
about you.
I sat inside. My room’s got a
chill view. Kept my window up,
I watched my band on youtube.
I was an okay time.
When I got home,
I boiled water in a pot.
Made spaghetti,
didn’t make too much.
I don’t want tomato sauce,
but I’m not up to
making anything else.
The only thing I had
to eat today was a
bagel with cream cheese.
I can barely cook.
I can barely clean.
I’ll drink a cup of tea.
I’ll try to get some sleep.
It was such a nice day outside,
I sat down inside; My room has
a nice view.
It was such a nice day outside,
I sat down inside;
I love you.
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3. |
TV Wrestling
05:35
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Tables, ladders, chairs.
She haunts me from a distance.
And I can smell
what she is cooking:
ice water in the kitchen.
Tables, ladders, and a rock.
She taunts me from the top rope.
I curl up in a bloody pose.
I pretend to prefer where I am.
We can go on without it.
We tried to put our finger on it.
We just ended up talking about our hands
and the afternoon light rolls in again.
Tables, ladders, computer speakers.
The plugged in, but turned off lamp.
The afternoon light rolls in again
and I can only focus my eyes
into the distance:
where she is no longer sitting
because I asked her:
to join me on this park bench.
She was only trying
to lend me a hand,
but I no longer wanted
to talk about it.
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4. |
:-P
01:54
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5. |
Sofa Couch
06:31
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In a photograph we are drunk
on the apartment floor. And I
have a flashback to laughing
in your bed. You were laughing
as you hid my hat behind your
back. I was laughing as I tried
to get my hat back. And I was
laughing as I got back to my
room with my hat (ha ha ha).
So now all I want to do is go
back. Well here I am; here I
am again. Found myself in
your company once again.
Here I am; here I am again.
Still together in a different
apartment.
And
I don’t
want to
move
right now.
Can we stay right here on
the couch in our friend’s
apartment? Can we go back
to laughing in your bed?
Facing the tv screen, we sit
close on the sofa. And I don’t
want to move my body, but
I should be moving on from you.
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6. |
Indigo Sky
03:33
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The only thing
I got excited about
recently was the
stoplight as it
turned from red
to green.
Lay with me
on this trampoline:
bats circle around
so eagerly.
Southern air and
the indigo sky.
Stay with me
on this highway scene:
cars sit around
impatiently.
Graceland
on the stereo.
I stop for gas
on my way home:
no body seems to
be around.
I pat my chest
like it’s a drum.
Light pours through
the window screen:
I wake up and make coffee.
I slept until the
afternoon.
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7. |
Another Dog
05:21
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My old friend, when will I see you next?
Now that I am back home, we got to hang
out soon. I need a motivational speech.
I feel like another dog
and I don’t know if I belong
I feel like another dog,
sticking my tongue out.
Do I still belong?
I’m tired.
She is an under dog,
but she can drag me along.
We’ll lay in bed together,
tucked under the covers.
The winter months came too soon
and this whole country is between
me and you. And I’m tired.
Back at home I can get some rest
and every day I’m still trying my best.
For now I’ll lay bed forever,
tucked under the covers.
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8. |
TV Screen
02:32
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I stick out my tongue.
You don’t even notice it.
It was a flirtatious gesture:
I’m a flirty dim wit.
And
* I can’t make you love me,
if you don’t.
You look at the moon.
Is that a window or a tv screen?
Because you don’t look at me
like you used to look at me.
So why don’t you watch me
the way you watch the movie.
And
* I can’t make you love me,
if you don’t.
*Lyrics by Mike Reid and Allen Shamblin,
recorded by Bonnie Raitt in “I Can’t Make You Love Me”
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9. |
Blue Sweatshirt
03:02
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Quiet hour
dirty hair
little song
dark sky.
Alone,
I walk around
kicking rocks
tonight
I watch
the tv screen:
it’s my computer
we’ve become
one thing.
Rainy day,
blue sweatshirt
bring me comfort
in this weather.
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10. |
Winston
04:30
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I’m feeling so lazy lately,
but it’s okay because I got you.
I’m feeling so lazy; I got you.
On the days when I’m so tired
I can’t speak. You know how
to look, so I don’t have to.
Your soft hair on my face
keeps me at home. So I don’t
have go out in the cold.
I’m feeling so lazy lately,
but that’s okay because I got you.
I’m feeling so lazy; I got you.
The way you lay by the window.
Oh, how I love the way.
You lay by the window.
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11. |
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
02:24
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what's left of what you wanted
when you still wanted me
is always on my mind
and I don't take to change
so easily, so excuse me
for a while
I don't believe in love no more
and I don't believe in the west
just like I did when I was still naive
and I wish I could be again
wasting time ain't a waste of time
if it's how I intend to spend
a good while wallowing
in my loneliness
I flip through the tv
but it only reminds me of you
and I let myself down
like I said I wouldn't do
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