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Slack Tide
04:03
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Slack tide
Waves rollin in from both sides
Cheap wine
On the back porch tryin to decide
When you paddle out past the breakers
It's easier to see the shore
Given any option
I wouldn't take any other or anymore
It's slack tide
Bikini top on the clothesline
Parallel strides
Eyes like golden sunshine
Take all our walks together
Headed out towards the West
Nowhere's home when the storm's not blowing
Two sets of thoughts, two sets of dreams
A tidal pool at summer's crest
Slack tide
100% bona fide
Coffee on the porch
You and your book right by my side
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2. |
Apt. 8
02:58
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We got out of the pool and went back to your apartment
Poured another round and got a change of clothes
You gave me a pregnant glance
and pretended not to notice that you had noticed that I had noticed
and you turned on your stereo
I never thought I would hear you play this song again
And you never stay up this late
By the time I realized that I'd forgotten my shoes, I was halfway
Up the stairs to Apt. 8
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3. |
Bird Body
03:33
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My tiny bird body collapses into a heap on the floor
You're starin out the window and flickin your cigarette
I can feel the palpitations of the neighbors one floor up
And outside in the frosty rain, the train tracks rumble on
You always walked beside me, even though it meant a faster pace
And it's always been a challenge to understand your muscle heart
Maybe when I'm not so tired, I'll move out or get a job
Everybody's at Lollapalooza but I'm too scared to take out the trash
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4. |
Hometown
04:46
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After the night's first 6-pack
My toes are spread out and your hips crack
You're tellin me you're mad because I never write songs about you
Tomorrow my plane is gonna take to the sky
You're moving away at the end of July
I won't get to see you on the first day of school
But I'm gonna give it my best try
And hope that it feels good
One more is never enough
But I think I got it right this time
The bottom of the hill on Jackson St.
Bittersweet air in the sunshine
Our legs start rubbin, downtown's buzzin
But the night's just fine
Dancing on the porch in the moonlight
While you're still around
I wanna pick you up and take you back to my hometown
Halfway through the next 6-pack
I pass the joint and your lips smack
Your askin me how in the hell are we supposed to do this
In a coupl'a months, the leaves are gonna fall
And I don't know how I'm gonna handle it all
What are you gonna see the next time your eyes close?
I guess we gotta figure it out
From the bay window you can hardly see
The mountains through all the clouds
I guess we'll h ave to see how it goes
I hope that you'll come back for more than heavy pours
At good pubs and going to shows
But I'm gonna give it my best try
One foot over the line
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There's orange in the breeze
And violence in the trees
It was the first day of fall with Olivia
Her hands were soft, the air was clear
It was the first day of fall
That I could even breathe at all
It's the most alive I felt all year
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6. |
Basement Party
01:42
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7. |
Afternoon in Normaltown
04:33
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On the porchswing
Your grandmother's table, Sunday morning
Toast with a spread of preserves
It's nice out
That hangover smoke is just what I needed
To get me through
We've got our day planned
Don't worry, there's no rush to get ready
We won't be late
You put on lipstick
Cream-colored dress with rosy detail
And your new sunglasses
We watched my friend's band
And passed Pulaski on the way
To Taqueria del Sol
We drank at Sam's place
Your second coat of lipstick had mostly faded
We walked downtown
And the sky
Was lavender brown
We almost couldn't remember
Our afternoon in Normaltown
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8. |
Aluminum Moon
03:56
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I can see the headlights of the cars about to pass by
Your hair blows in your eyes
You've pinned it back behind your ear when we get the traffic signal
October sky
And I say
You are the aluminum moon
You can taste the salt and the bitters
The luminance of everything dark
You must've put something in the potion
I'm not supposed to be feeling like this
A fool contesting others from a throne of styrofoam
I'm headed West for one more cup of coffee to help me get home
You're starin at your feet
You moved like a wounded animal when you passed me
Whistlin down the street
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Paraphernalia
07:15
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I think I'll take the check now please
Keep the change and close it out
I'll take the long way home up Broad St.
And you're Philadelphia bound
The hottest part of the summer is almost over
And all the kids are back in town
But I was always stoned and you were always busy
And I never saw you around
And I've gotta hide my paraphernalia
When you're comin by
I gotta get my shit in order if you're comin over
I was so naive when I thought this would be easy
It makes me feel so young
Sometimes I feel like the only one whose heart is never sure
I feel so loosely strung
The band tonight is playing some of my favorite songs
Everybody's kicked off their shoes
I hope that I'm at home when I wake up in the morning
I order another, thinkin bout you
And I've gotta hide my paraphernalia
When you're comin by
I gotta get my shit together if this is gonna get better
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10. |
(Got My) Jazzy Shades On
04:00
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I've been sittin way too long here in this pool chair
I got drunk
Watchin all the flesh tone shapes and bright reflections
Ripple waves
I heard that you were talking about me
Can't imagine what you'd say
You've probably got a stoag in hand with jazzy shades on
Feigning tame
Hey now
There's no need to get ugly
Don't sweat it honey
Chances are, it'll be alright
All I've got left are empties
And this chair's got a broken leg
Watchin all the lazy clouds and empty porches
Sleepy haze
You laughed the first time I kissed you
Underneath that dogwood tree
You're probably walkin by it now with jazzy shades on
Teeth all bared
Hey now
There's no need to call me ugly
Don't sweat it honey
Chances are, it'll be alright
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11. |
Last Fry
01:21
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Oh my my
You're so cute that I wanna cry
You really caught my eye
Girl you know you look so fly
Oh my my
You're so cute that I wanna die
And that's why
I always let you have the last fry
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