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Glad
04:20
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All the roads are blocked, the snow has no desire
To give in to our tires. Let's see what's on TV.
Music videos by the inventor of the french horn
With a bachelor's in soft porn from 1993.
It's hard to see, surrounded by all the screens,
Fuck, we're stuck
Listening to Angel Olsen in your car
Conversation constellations and green tea in a mason jar
Highways and narrow roads every Sunday at 4
I never felt so glad to have been born
And there ain't no needles in my eyes now -- I'm driving
Let's welcome our next guest! She comes straight from California,
She has to kids and a hernia, and she's got her eyes on the prize!
In other news today: young folks protest the existence
Of cranberries and raisins -- let the nation hear their cry:
"You can't write raisin without writing sin!
Cranberries are the fruit of Satan!
You can't write raisin without writing sin!
Cranberries are the fruit of Satan!"
It's hard to see, surrounded by all the screens,
Fuck, we're stuck
Listening to Angel Olsen in your car
Conversation constellations and green tea in a mason jar
Highways and narrow roads every Sunday at 4
I never felt so glad to have been born
Listening to Angel Olsen in your car
Conversation constellations and green tea in a mason jar
Highways and narrow roads every Sunday at 4
I never felt so glad to have been born
And there ain't no needles in my eyes now -- I'm driving
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2. |
In Green & Blue
03:37
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Waiting for the red sun to rise
Patience and pain painted in your eyes
21 shoes, rhythm 'n' blues in you
(I always dance alone)
Dirty one two's digging this music
(I can't seem to push me away)
It's always you making the rooms bloom
There's no place I'd rather be, no place, no time, I'm satisfied
('cause I realize)
There's no face I'd rather see, we don't pay no mind, no fee,
In green and blue
Daisy-chaining violets to keys
Let the rain ring its violent love, please
88 long steel strings 8 shorter ones
(shaking for you)
Recreate long-gone stings and have your fun
When I'm waiting 'round caught in vapor thoughts
Cherry-tasting and eating apricots
It's always you making the rooms bloom
There's no place I'd rather be, no place, no time, I'm satisfied
('cause I realize)
There's no face I'd rather see, we don't pay no mind, no fee,
In green and blue
There's no place I'd rather be, no place, no time, I'm satisfied
There's no face I'd rather see, we don't pay no mind, no fee,
In green and blue
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3. |
Intimacy
04:08
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I think I'm obsessed with the rainbows
That formed around my sleepless eyes
Your hand on my chest, at an angle
Removing every disguise
Our bodies are blessed, and the minutes
Are flowing from our fingertips
You're the one I love best, our intimacy
Shakes me, brings me so much bliss
I see my seven shadows swimming in your light, your light
I could get high just on the way you move at night
I can't defend myself anymore
You paint and bend my heart and soul with
The way you move, the way you move makes me wanna
Dance in your grooves, dance in your grooves
Our glasses are blurred, and darkly
We stare at our silence
Our love's most vivid colors
Are tenderness and violence
O life of the flesh, O infinite
Darkness in my solar days,
Perpetual flames in your rhythms
Resonating in our heads
I see my seven shadows swimming in your light, your light
I could get high just on the way you move at night
I can't defend myself anymore
You paint and bend my heart and soul with
The way you move, the way you move makes me wanna
Dance in your grooves, dance in your grooves
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4. |
Tenderness
01:17
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5. |
Lie
03:16
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Lie down, you've had a long day
The sparks are on their way
You lie to yourself about the projects, ambitions,
And ideas you say you'll get to
One day
They talk to you in mysterious ways
But you can't think of anything real to say
You drink, smoke, think you can cope,
Every time you blink your brain loses some hope
You purple heart, you beautiful mess,
You'll fix it when you're hurting less
One day
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6. |
Cut Short
03:09
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All things go in a cardboard box
All the memories between our thoughts
Always receding, "come on we're leaving"
Always taking your final breath
But I can't help but think of what
Could have happened of time that was cut short
And it fucks me up
Oh look, the sun is up
Once again
Time is passing me by like wind
My surroundings just spin, spin, spin
Down in this valley, this hollow gallery,
Where my memories dance without me
As the words fall in out of order
As the light makes my head feel sorta
Heavy now, at least we're moving now
Once again
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Fuck, I didn't eat dinner
Fuck, I should've had something
Fuck, I hope I don't faint or vomit on the crowd
Plug me in let's get started
Are we tuned, are we good?
Can you tell from my voice that I'm losing my mind
Green, purple, yellow, crimson
All the nerves in my spine
Are boiling and telling me that I'm alive
The air is thick as an ocean
The strings are sharp as knives
Let's put this fucker in motion and rise
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8. |
Rise, Part II - Moon
02:11
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We've all got a pain we can't name
A fear that won't disappear
Now I can't speak for you all
But as far as I'm concerned
The music staves off my hurts
When it's good
It calls in the herds
Of demons and birds
The dissonances in my mind
The resolution in your eyes
We start dancing under the fireflies
The night is smiling, our moon is on the rise
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9. |
I've Got Your Back
03:34
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You're not alone, oh no
I've got your back, I do
Tell me what you want me to sing and I will
I'm by your side, for you
I've got your back, yes it's true, I do
Help me help you levitate through threnodies and blues
I've got your back
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10. |
Grateful
01:32
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11. |
Sunday, July 24th
01:32
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Sunday, July 24th
Slowly walking westward and slightly north
I can't write for shit
And the sun shines a bit
Too much today to try
Dropped my smartphone on the pavement
Is this art or entertainment?
I think too much about my mythology
I maximize the distance
Between me and other citizens
And I stare at their dogs for a while
Now I'm floating in this park
And a saxophone lights a spark
But my body's kind of stiff
I think it'll be ok if
I just wait until July 25th
I'll do better on July 25th
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12. |
Dreams Of Flying
02:41
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I'm in a room
Just sitting silent in a room
And I'm dreaming
I percolate
Through the window
Tonight I'm flying
I wave my arms
I wave my arms around me
And it's working
My body's weightless
Between the pine trees in this
Lucid dream
Dreams of flying, dreams of flying
Dreams of flying, dreams of flying
*alarm rings*
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