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Beautiful Distraction
03:08
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I can’t be alone, so I give myself to you.
Spend my precious time making plans for two.
Because I-----can’t close my eyes without thinking about your face.
I----- am paralyzed in all of this loving space.
I should be writing all of these thoughts my thoughts are trying to think.
And I should unclog the drain in my kitchen sink.
But I----- can’t close my eyes without thinking about your face.
Well I----- am paralyzed in all of this loving space.
And having so much time to exist,
My hands beg my heart to resist,
But the blood in my veins,
Once driven,
Now sits and stains,
The driveway to your loveliness,
And I’m such a mess.
Cuz I---- can’t close my eyes without thinking about your face,.
Well I----- am paralyzed in all of this loving space.
Well I----- can’t close my eyes without thinking about your face,
Well I----- am paralyzed in all of this loving space.
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2. |
Restitution
03:03
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Restitution,
Is what they gave me,
For that night that I went a little crazy.
I turned a good time,
Into a heart attack,
I put my foot through the door of a laundry mat.
Fought a fence post,
Then, fought four more.
Spent the night with your picture on the kitchen floor.
No sleep, and eyes wide open.
And no dreams, just worthless hoping.
I got closure,
Through exposure,
Never thought it’d be a friend who’d end up holding her.
It’s heart-breaking,
There’s no escaping,
I always knew you’d forever be a part of my life.
Now I, sign my name with,
Criminal mischief,
Handcuffed, hope I make it home for Christmas.
I wanna run, but
I’m surrounded.
Looked for the bottom, and finally have found it.
So give me shelter,
Give me a better year,
Give me something to believe when I’m laying here.
Cuz no sleep and eyes wide open,
No dreams, just worthless hoping.
I got closure,
Through exposure,
Never thought it’d be a friend who’d end up holding her.
It’s heart-breaking,
There’s no escaping,
I always knew you’d forever be a part of my life.
I got closure,
Through exposure,
Never thought it’d be a friend who’d end up holding her.
It’s heart-breaking,
There’s no escaping,
I always knew you’d forever be a part of my life.
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Your heart sings a melody,
In a minor key,
So soft spoken.
Longing for an ear to land,
Well, yonder stands your orphan.
Your eyes write anthologies,
Penciled poetry,
So uncertain.
Longing for new skin to brand,
Well, yonder stands your orphan.
There’s a briar patch in Brooklyn.
It’s been holding on to you.
Well, grab your shades start sunnin’,
Jump the fence, come runnin’,
Yonder stands your orphan.
Moon shines on maple leaves,
Split mahogany,
Is barely smokin’.
Rest there your weariest days,
For yonder waits your orphan.
There’s a briar patch in Brooklyn,
It’s been holding on to you,
Well, leave your hair undone and,
Pick a tune, start hummin’,
Yonder stands your orphan.
There’s a briar patch in Brooklyn.
It’s been holding on to you.
Well, grab your shades start sunnin’,
Jump the fence, come runnin’,
Leave your hair undone and,
Pick a tune, start hummin’,
Yonder stands your orphan.
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4. |
Milk and Honey
03:37
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He was so handsome, hazel eyes and a gentle hand,
And I was barely twenty-five.
He ordered vodka on the rocks with a splash of cran,
And kept me in the corner of his eye.
We survived the 80’s, Christian right, and Southern glares.
We were not scared of HIV.
I became a father, he a father, with a life to share.
We were in love and we were free.
A 3/2 in the suburbs, covered porch, and a climbing tree,
PTA and little league.
He’d come home from work and kiss my face and sweeten the tea,
Kick off his shoes and humor me.
A date night on a Tuesday in a theatre parking lot,
Just a holdin’ hands like we always do.
They came up yelling “faggots”, broke some bottles and fired shots,
When they took his life, they took mine too.
And we,
We have come so far,
We have come so far,
From that day.
Yeah, we,
We have come so far,
We have come so far,
From that day,
But we’re still so far away,
Equal signs and marriage rights and rainbow day parades,
If he were alive, he’d surely say,
We’re still so far away,
We’re still so far away.
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5. |
Josephine
03:46
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Well everything I do since there is no me and you,
Keeps me wishing even more I had you back.
I try and stay off line, keep your smile off my mind.
Try and trump the good with times that left me sad.
Josephine,
Why are you still haunting me?
I can feel your ghost resonate in the wood.
Josephine,
Yeah, little miss robbery.
Maybe someone else can lock you up for good.
You know I wish they would.
I’m empty as a glass numbing every second past.
Yeah, I chase the tears from melancholy drams.
But you’re dancing on my mind three quarters at a time,
Yeah, you always seem to find me where I am.
Josephine,
Why are you still haunting me?
I can feel your ghost resonate in the wood.
Josephine,
Yeah, little miss robbery.
Maybe someone else can lock you up for good.
You know I wish they would.
Josephine,
Why are you still haunting me?
I can feel your heart resonate in the wood.
Josephine,
Yeah, little miss robbery.
Maybe someone else can lock you up for good.
You know I wish they would.
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6. |
Derby Days
03:21
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You were flying out to Sundance on a morning plane,
We were celebrating status feeding dogs champagne.
At a motel in Tampa on a Valentine’s Day,
We were following the sun, and checking out late.
In a treehouse alone on the Fourth of July,
Your eyes were firecrackers lighting up the skies.
And blowing out the candles and you said you loved me too.
On a rainy afternoon with nothing better to do.
Those derby days,
City nights,
My whiskey neat,
Your Spanish wines,
And later in the evening if he’s holding you tight,
Hope you think about the morning after our first fight.
Well, we put the fun in Sunday, put the cherries on dessert,
Left the dishes in the kitchen, let the carpet wear your skirt,
You were praying eyes wide open like an angel without wings,
Couldn’t make it to the museum, cuz we got tied up with things.
Those derby days,
City nights,
My whiskey neat,
Your Spanish wines,
And later in the evening if he’s holding you tight,
Hope you think about the morning after our first fight.
And nothing’s ever perfect,
But some things are close enough,
But close enough ain’t meant for you and I.
We crashed each other’s parties,
Broke each other’s hearts,
And traded in forever for second tries,
Then second prize…
Oh, but those derby days,
City nights,
My whiskey breath,
Your neon eyes.
And later in the evening if he’s holding you tight,
Hope you think about the morning after our first fight,
Won’t you think about the morning after our first fight,
How I made you toes curl…after our first fight.
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7. |
Overspent
02:47
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Another story on the subway,
Another humble question asked,
Another day outside your mercy,
Another night inside a flask,
Another dollar to disappear,
Another quarter for a song,
Another winter cold in question,
If I hang around that long,
For that long.
Well, I could’ve found a border town,
And I could’ve faked my death,
Yeah, I could’ve taken classes,
So I could have married Beth.
I could’ve climbed upon a mountain top,
I could’ve holed up in a cave,
I could’ve sacrificed my honor,
And taken it to my grave,
Oh, to my grave.
Well, I used to lead formation,
Yeah, I used to keep in step,
Well, I used to hold my head up,
And I used to catch my breath,
And I used to fight for freedom,
And I used to know what that meant,
And I used to have a reason,
To feel so overspent,
So overspent,
I’m so overspent.
So, farewell to my mother,
And farewell to burning sage,
And farewell to my loneliness,
And farewell to fits of rage,
And farewell to blind remembrance,
And farewell to the left and right,
And farewell to this mess they’ve made,
Of all the people still in the fight.
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8. |
Second Heart
03:00
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The church bells are ringing,
Can’t you hear them laughing?
In the streets, in their Sunday best.
And it’s sleepy in the hollow,
And Summer is proposing,
And now Autumn is searching for a dress.
And I’m talking to a stranger about the way I feel for you,
But it’s stranger knowing you’re not in my arms.
Finding solace in my sorrow,
Smoking candy cigarettes,
And you’re beating in my chest like a second heart,
Like a second heart.
If every day is numbered,
Why bother with a letter?
It’s just a riddle,
With no return address.
Now, I’m reading through your letters,
And staring at your number,
But my fingers aren’t taking any requests.
And I feel just like a stranger,
When I try and talk to you,
But it’s stranger knowing how we fell apart.
Finding solace in my sorrow,
Smoking candy cigarettes,
And you’re beating in my chest like a second heart,
Like a second heart.
Now I’m praying to a stranger about the way I’m missing you,
But it’s stranger how my voice hangs in the dark.
Finding solace in my sorrow,
Smoking candy cigarettes,
And you’re beating in my chest like a second heart,
Like a second heart.
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9. |
Trying to Beat a Train
03:38
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Well, I’ve come pretty far,
From punk rock guitars,
From Mosquito Lagoon,
And Matanzas sand bars.
And I’m running from a name,
That a lifetime will bring,
‘Tween the waxing and the wane,
I’ll be trying to beat a train,
Trying to beat a train.
There’s a creek off the St. John’s,
Where the perch bed down to spawn,
I’m daydreaming on a breeze,
Until the minnows were all gone.
Now I’m three blocks off of Main,
But the Hudson ain’t the same,
I’m fighting guilt and facing shame,
And I’m still trying to beat a train,
Trying to beat a train.
Sun through Spanish moss,
Back roads for getting lost,
Sandy feet on Christmas day,
Where livin’ was half the cost.
On a Brooklyn bound A,
Front row on a moving grave,
She’s a thousand miles away,
And I’m still trying to beat a train.
Trying to beat a train.
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10. |
Smartie Pants
03:17
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She was hanging out in Charleston,
Chewing on some bubble gum with her baby, Ruth.
She had a couple of peeps,
And they were like the three musketeers.
She wasn’t looking for a mister,
A good bar was all she wanted that night.
Neon lights and watch a lemon drop,
Into an ice cold beer.
I was poppin’ tops at whatchamacallits,
With him and him, she forgot her wallet,
But I had a hundred grand,
Cuz it was pay day at the docks.
Well, her bourbon was fine, but her scotch was better,
She snickered at me when I first met her,
Now she gives me her kisses,
And buddy, they’re red hot.
As we look up at the Milky Way,
Watch the stars burst our way.
I try to make my move, but her fingers are pushing me back.
Watch her wax lips melt on mine,
Watched her walk away for good this time.
Girl it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that,
And I wanna be where you’re at.
As we look up at the Milky Way,
Watch the stars burst our way.
I try to make my move, but her fingers are pushing me back.
Watch her wax lips melt on mine,
Watched her walk away for good this time.
Girl it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that,
And I wanna be where you’re at.
Yeah, it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that,
And I wanna be your Kit Kat.
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