1. |
Telephone Dreams
02:27
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there's a telephone ringing
inside my chest
behind my ribs
between my breasts
I'm an easy target
while it singles me out
until its silent
I can't rest
I'm nervous when the telephone rings
I'm scared it will be inside of me
if I'd been one inch closer
this would all be over
I'm still sleep walking
when I dream about it
I'm older now
but you don't forget
I remember crying
when the door slammed shut
we moved out of the house
but I'm still haunted
I'm nervous when the telephone rings
I'm scared it will be inside of me
if I'd been one inch closer
this would all be over
I'm nervous when the telephone rings
I'm scared it will be inside of me
if I'd been one inch closer
this would all be over
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2. |
Craft Beer
03:11
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bring your craft beer
and your sense of adventure
it'll rain a lot this Friday
but we won't mind the weather
I'll kiss your knuckles
and you'll get touchy feely
in the evening
for the weekend
I'll be your darling
and you'll hold my hand
you'll wear slippers
and make me breakfast
you'll watch me as I take a bite
to make sure that you've got it right
I'll make a playlist
and tell you you'll get lots of chicks
when you're famous
for the weekend
I'll be your honey
and we'll form a band
if there's sunshine
let's venture outside
and talk about the strangers as they pass by
in the coffee shop
I'll stare at the menu
for an hour
before deciding
for the weekend
I'll be your sweetheart
and you'll be my man
so when it's Sunday
and time to go home
I'll kiss you goodbye
and we'll start it all over
next weekend
you'll by my darling
and I'll hold your hand
[improv]
I'll be your sweetheart
if you'll be my man
I'll be your honey
If you'll hold my hand
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3. |
Pennies
03:41
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pack up your toys and guns
pack up your toys and guns, boys
pack up your toys and guns
and go back to where you came from
she hasn't seen
red in years
ya know
she forgot the taste of pennies
a long
time
ago
she hasn't felt
blue in weeks
ya know
she used to wish
on falling stars
many
moons
ago
So,
pack up your toys and guns
pack up your toys and guns, boys
pack up your toys and guns
and go back
to where you came
she hasn't seen
red in years
ya know
she forgot the taste of pennies
a long
time
ago
she hasn't felt
blue in weeks
ya know
she used to wish
on falling stars
many
moons
ago
So,
pack up your toys and guns
pack up your toys and guns, boys
pack up your toys and guns
and go back
to where you came
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4. |
St. Vincent
04:00
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"I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise."
That's milady St. Vincent's way
Who am I to say any different?
That's milady St. Vincent's way
Who am I to say any different?
"She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ‘tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine."
"I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!"
That's milady's way
That's milady's way
...
That's milady St. Vincent's way
Who am I to say any different?
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Coffeehouse funk. Ukulele, Bass (and sometimes Drums.)
Drums and bass roots take hold in an indie folk soundscape.
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