1. |
Better
01:38
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I don't wanna love you
like the way I used to love you
and I know I couldn't love you
like the way I used to love you
but sometimes when its cold
I think of when we both were cold, together
and I feel a little better
I don't wanna know you
like the way I used to know you
and I know I couldn't know you
like the way I used to know you
but sometimes when I hide
I think of when we both would hide, together
and I feel a little better
I don't wanna need you
like the way I used to need you
and I know I couldn't need you
like the way I used to need you
but sometimes when its cold
I think of when we both were cold, together
and I feel a little better
cause it feels a little better, together
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2. |
West Virginia
03:44
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The town gets shitty
cause the good kids go
and you can't get better
if you don't get old
West Virginia said to me
there's so many places
that I may never see
West Virginia said to me
they shout when I'm walking here
but at least they know it's me
West Virginia said to me
The night gets colder
but the day gets by
and you can't get sober
if you don't get high
Santa Ana said to me
there's so many mountains
that I may never see
Santa Ana said to me
you're right with your walkin, kid
cause away's the way to be
Santa Ana said to me
The highway's thirty
but the highway's one
and you're not yet further
if you're not yet gone
California said to me
it's all that you've wanted here
but it's all you'll ever see
California said to me
you're more than you think you are
but it's all you'll ever be
California said to me
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3. |
Lobotomy
03:37
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If I could give you a lobotomy
Take all your ought-to-be's
Replace them with the thought of me
Atop a plot of trees
A ways away from anything
responsibility
And holding up a picture frame
To give you honesty
To give you holy sovereignty
over all who wanna be
You hold your own astronomy
I dare you'd do believe
In every star and galaxy
The way you wave away
The way your boots are wearing in
There's art in razor blades
The way you sleep in seraphim
The way you fade away
If I could take the part of you
that seizes up at night
that sulfur-burns your softening
that blisters up in light
if I could take the knives of you
and hold them dear enough
that danger in the shining lies
we've had our fear enough
If I could take the spears of you
if I could swallow all the barbs
If I could take the wheel for you
If could learn to turn the arc
If I could cut your brain apart
I'd take the piece that makes your mind to turn to dark
and I would give you picture frames
and bring you out to rows of
trees on top of silhouettes
and sit you down between
the reed and rotten filaments
and in her hair we’d lay and bare our barest sentiments
id give you residence
in every breath of offering
id stop at nothing you could
catch fall in softening
and see between the trees
the leaves a falling off of them
the way the take to breeze
and what it takes the breath
the way it takes to see that
you're ok the way that leaves fall
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4. |
Field Mice
04:13
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Lyrics
I've been away generations of field mice
that sound in the ceiling
the same as their grandmother's feet
and the leaves on the trees look the likeness to me
though their height has increased
and there's children beneath
tell me when did you breed?
the kids and the trees
grow up when I go
but you and me, loves
we grow only old
I've been away long enough for the letters
I wrote to you all to be news to me now
and there in the spaces I left between phrases
I married the faces I left when I figured it out
that home is the sound
of you laughing in bed while we're reading aloud
war and peace
we've with at least
some twenty-odd years before we put it down
so here's to the words yet to read
and here's to the words yet to be
and here's to the suns yet to rise and yet to be born
a cheers with the wine that we made yesterday
though it yet to be poured
and here's to the roads that lead home
I've been away for at least twenty fevers
and one broken finger and two broken hearts
and I've brought one back to you
no, not a finger,I guess I should be grateful
that I can still play my guitar
I’ll play my guitar
cause I would much rather this broken heart
and home is the sound
of you laughing in bed while we're reading aloud
war and peace
we've with at least
some twenty-odd years before we put it down
so here's to the words yet to read
and here's to the words yet to be
and here's to the suns yet to rise and yet to be born
a cheers with the wine that we made yesterday
though it yet to be poured
and here's to the roads that lead home
I’ve been away for the most of the spring
all the dandys are lions, but one left for me
and just years ago I’d think to pluck it and press it
but all of my pages are songs left to sing
so let’s sing
to the seed yet to blow in the wind
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Sam Rush Nashua, New Hampshire
Sam Rush is a queer trans poet and musician with bunk ears who likes birds.
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