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C U Tomorrow
02:51
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The sunās too bright
It burns my eyes
Standing all alone
In my sickly cokehead glow
I never leave too fast
Always leaves me flying past
Precious moments
Iād remember
If I could
And Iāll see you tomorrow
What happens when Iām gone
Is not my business or my problem
I canāt fix it
Spoiling for a fight
Rising in your eyes
So Iāll play āGoodnightā
Pack my things and say goodbye
The rain cleans my shoes
Itās not my fault for choosing you
So I made some promises
Not sure if they were true
And Iāll see you tomorrow
What happens once youāve gone
Is not my business or my problem
I canāt fix it
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2. |
Soon
01:57
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Rode the train all day
Thought of when you walked away
Though there was nothing left to say
It felt undone
Like a shoelace on a child
I take a walk
To clear my head around the block
Not quite sure itās time to talk but sure weāll get there soon enough
Take it out on me
Lord knows I took it out on you
Stay in bed til four
Throw my suitcase on the floor
Not much left here to adore
But still we stumble through the door
Wish I knew why
Iām still so hard to recognize
Maybe a feeling in my eyes I canāt ignore
But canāt predict yet whatās in store
Said āLet me see you smile,
Lord knows that itās been quite awhileā
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Perfect Detail
04:16
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Every day I write a letter addressed to only you
Dot my iās, I cross my tās, and mind my pās and qās
Canāt remember what Iām saying, but I promise itās the truth
Despite salience of meaning, the words are misconstrued
My headās too heavy on my shoulders, so broad
Canāt sit a single thought up straight
My dialectics and my sunny disposition gone too long
Wonāt catch myself til itās too late
But Iād love to show you everything in perfect detail
Untie the knot inside, though the returns are piecemeal
Strip myself threadbare, I will sing til I believe you
A lovely song, before too long
He holds the door open for demons filled with rage
And as they overtake his soul, they ask to play a game
To see how long heād hold his breath, he jumped into the lake
And as he sank beneath the surf, his heart began to break
And as they showed him everything in perfect detail
He felt a knot untie; his being became piecemeal
The waves will strip him threadbare and heāll sing til he believes you
A lovely song, before too long
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4. |
Carl St Bernard, Part 1
03:02
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That broken vegetableās got a question for my elbow
Making coffee in the hallway with a handshake youāll never forget
Itās always something on a bad night making trouble in the kitchen
Everybodyās out here wishing that everything was different every day
So tell me one more time that itās alright
Iād like to lie and say itās fine
To take my precious time to find the wretched reasons why
To be alive to see the day we walk away
Now I remember you sparkling like a silvery wine
Flowing heavy from a spaceship up above where gravity has had enough
And Iāve heard both sides
But canāt seem to make up any of our minds
So tell me one more time that itās alright
Iād like to lie and say itās fine
To take my precious time to find the wretched reasons why
To be alive to see the day we walk away
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5. |
Needs
01:20
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These days lately heās finding he canāt walk up the stairs
Cobwebs in his bones like theyāre meant to be there
Canāt do it alone; he needs you
His chance has been blown
After work he conjures memories of fights on the stairs
Never pegged you for the type to leave him crying there
He knows he was wrong; he needs you
But tell him so long
After a while, heāll grow tired of being a liar and stand beside her.
Every time she leaves the house she gives a passing glance
Checking up and down the street to forget the chance
To turn him away; she needs you
Donāt ask her to stay
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6. |
Paris, Texas
03:03
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Should have heard me coming but my silent steps donāt sound, Iām learning
Early in the morning, soaring; 95 the long way round
With your head hanging out the window said you wanted it to be more than true
Never really knew just what you meant but Iād accommodate you
Though I had my mind made up, I guess I changed it
When I see you again I know we wonāt be friends
But I promise you, Iām listening
Never really thought that I could be much more than what you asked for
I know that Iāve been falling short, just wishing we could go right back to
Listening to Pedro, talking shit through all of āParis, Texasā
Maybe I could make it just the way you always wanted me to
Thatāll be the day when all my lies come true
When I see you again I know we wonāt be friends
But I promise you, Iām listening
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7. |
Upside Down Photographs
03:43
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Holding upside down photographs up to the light
Another night drinking whiskey on my own
āCome right on in,ā she says to me
But Iām distracted by the leaves falling all around the outside of my house
Forget what youāve forgotten
Project the time, a straight chalk line behind a heart attack
āYou always get your way, but donāt know what the hell to say,ā
He says to me and sips his sour with a laugh
I get the check, Iām out the door, then Iām reminded just once more
Of all the streetlights dancing preternaturally
Forget what youāve forgotten
Project the time, a straight chalk line behind a heart attack
I hope I make it back to that shithole house around the corner from Broad and Girard
To take care of the trees and figure out what I believe
Before the sidewalkās coming up to smile at me
Forget what youāve forgotten
Project the time, a straight chalk line and Iām not coming back
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8. |
Paper Tigers
02:42
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Lost the dream
Canāt abide by your paper tigers
Float away
Wave goodbye to the midnight tirades
Iām alright
Iām alive, I can see it my way now
Take a walk
along the side of a midnight highway
Take to chalk
Turn your pictures into gold
I can talk about it, I will be alright
Though heaven knows everybody dies alone
And Iāve been running around in the darkness I canāt place
Not a clue where Iām bound but I wonāt forget your face
No I donāt forget a face
Blow my tips at the bar
I canāt find you anywhere
Sure, Iāve skipped lots of steps
But I wonāt admit Iām scared
Just because Iām a thousand miles away
It donāt mean I donāt care; I do care
And Iāve been running around in the darkness I canāt place
Not a clue where Iām bound but I wonāt forget your face
No I donāt forget a face
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9. |
Carl St Bernard, Part 2
04:26
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Sometimes I canāt remember if I hate you or I love you
When heaven and the stars above you realign
Convinced that every subtle forfeitureās made up most of the time
Iād draw a line but you know only God decides
So tell me one more time what not to recognize
If I lied, at least then you could say I tried
To unbend all of my branches and push the tables against the wall
When the lights are going dim you know I wonāt fall apart
It used to be you didnāt think that I was capable
But now youāre starting to believe
That I could be so much less than exactly what you need from me
I asked the leaves outside; they told me they agree
So tell me one more time what not to recognize
If I lied, at least then you could say I tried
To unbend all of my branches and push the tables against the wall
When the lights are going dim you know I wonāt fall apart
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10. |
Anymore
02:30
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Donāt know where I am
I canāt breathe
I canāt see a thing
Know that I was already halfway down the drain
I wonāt be around anymore
Watch me walk away
I can see you laugh at me everyday
Know that Iāll not ask you to be there with me
I canāt leave it alone anymore
So please donāt tear me down
Iāll never see you around
But I wonāt let you be
A series of starts for me
Donāt know what I thought
You would say
Was I born yesterday?
Though push has come to shove
The ghost of our love
Still haunts me day to day
Donāt need more (Give me more)
Anymore
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