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Yellow Rope
03:20
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As I talk to myself,
You come to the door
Where you let me in
With books on your back
I move through the hallway
Towards a half-emptied bedroom,
Drop off my liquor,
And head back to you
In your room
I watch you pack,
Though mostly we laugh
And talk about love:
The type I’ve stopped feeling
The all too deflating
Of which—I’m not sure
We learn to pretend
You point to your rope
Say, “Oh it has no use.”
But I say, “sad things need
Their tools, to be brought
Home with you.”
“Oh well, that’s what I’ll do.”
She said that’s what she’ll do.
She said that’s what she’ll do,
For that’s what she’ll do.
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2. |
LateLastNight (Demo)
03:29
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The tide late last night
Nearly knocked at my door,
And the day that it does
I’m leavin’ the shore
Some problems need fixing,
So I leave them alone
And move to the hills
Where it’s still cool
In the winter
Sometime late last night
I died in a warzone
I was traveling north along
A drug-ridden road
Had I survived, I’d come to find
Freedom don’t speak español
So mama, no I’m not
Comin’ home
I know you want to be the one,
I know you want to be the one
To ceasefire, ceasefire, ceasefire
Oh, I know you want to be the one,
I know you want to be the one
To ceasefire, ceasefire, ceasefire
Oh, no one wants to be the one,
No one wants to be the one
To ceasefire, ceasefire
Oh, I know you want to be the one,
I know you want to be the one
To ceasefire
Sometime late last night
I died in warzone
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3. |
Stationery and Waning
01:55
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As he was a distant figure
I’d need look twice
His hair was shorter,
And his face showed time—
So now it did appear
To be twice as old as mine
I did not comment
For it felt unkind
‘Round a table,
Near the long red barn,
He listened kindly
To my scrambled tongue
Then slipped to me the words
Of which I could not talk,
While a soft slow darkness
Drew our thoughts to rest
Slipped from bed most nights,
Barefoot I’d walk
Through the wet grass
Past the long red barn
Some can say goodnight,
But I would rather not
Risk my feet
Walking through the dark
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4. |
Tracks and Loss
04:12
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My bedroom window open,
Tonight the air feels sweet
I hear the trains, they’re movin’,
But it’s not why I can’t sleep
I woke to your alarm clock,
But the pain’s what kept me up
The sound remembers silence
When she’s not here to turn it off
Oh I knew this day would come
But it gets harder. It gets harder
When,
I expect to see her
Sleeping from the stairs,
Which overlook the couch
But I…
I remember she’s not there
I think of you most mornings,
And when I see the trees
You’re laughing in the branches,
And hanging, hanging with the leaves
Oh I knew this day would come
But it gets harder. It gets harder.
Well…
Come and see me,
Still in your world
But don’t stay too long,
I don’t think you’d
Make much of it here
So come on honey,
Won’t you come upstairs?
And turn the lights off—
I’m only gone
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