1. |
Given This Long Year
04:30
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I am not your lover; I am not your friend
But one or just the other would be better than this end
We haven’t quit the talking, conversations with our eyes
Feelings by a presence, kissings without lies
Oh my, look at this long year – why am I still in love with you?
When you’re in the room, you’ve got a hold you got a hold of my heartbeat
It’s the rhythm of a tune that’s no longer about you
When you’re in the room, you’re holding on, you gotta hold to the beat of my heart but
It’s the rhythm of a tune that’s no longer about you
The feeling isn’t fire and it isn’t like they say
I wouldn’t call it special in the normal kind of way
It might be how you see me: a puppet cutting string
Could be how you hear me: the song of a quiet thing
Why, given this long year, why am I still in love with you?
When you’re in the room, you’ve got a hold you got a hold of my heartbeat
It’s the rhythm of a tune that’s no longer about you
When you’re in the room, you’re holding on, you gotta hold to the beat of my heart but
It’s the rhythm of a tune that’s no longer about you
But I’d rather have the rhythm go…
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2. |
Miss Haley
04:43
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Next time just be honest with me, baby. I wanna be sincere; I thought the night was wonderful.
For real is it you? You're prettier than the mirror of a little window view, saw you from afar, met you in the bar now it's par for the course that our speech is forced but no – the mood fits, and we're both aware how strangely all the bits are falling like our misshapen puzzle squares are pieces of the same life.
For real is it true? I've got the kite upon my hand you show me your balloon, stretch along your side, some stickman holding stride. I'm staring at your hide and tryina find some fault in your frame, a quiet in your name, or a certain kind of shame I feel when conversation isn't real, but no – the more I sit and stare at you the more I want to share with you.
Next time just be honest with me, baby. I wanna be sincere; I thought the night was wonderful.
For real is it this? I found you in the fog but now I'm swimming through the mist, met you only twice, and everything's so nice, we fix our eyes I search for all your sides: the darkness and the light, the silence and the fight, or the sixteen different facets of a diamond in the blackness but no, oh here we go, here we go
For real is it this? Are we about to kiss at your doorstep? Is it just a minute more? Stepping closer my mind on your waste, I wonder how you taste; I imagine you. How could I notice there's this fault in the stars, like six of seven sisters or the dripping of the dipper and I know, it doesn't work, wasn't worth it.
Next time just be honest with me, baby. I wanna be sincere; I thought the night was wonderful.
Hey Miss Haley I been thinking lately, wish I hadn't met you, wish I could forget you, wish you knew the power behind the stage that you set.
Hey Miss Haley I been thinking lately, I don't share my kisses, the way I share my bed, now I'm using wishes on the things that I regret.
Hey Miss Haley I been thinking lately, trust is just a thing that I've got to adjust.
Next time just be honest with me, baby. I wanna be sincere; I thought the night was wonderful.
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Stilled and Quieted
04:53
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My heart is not proud, and I got the feeling like I’m waiting in the morning.
I don’t really search for starlight on the earth, where it don’t belong.
I got a sweet heart in me, got that pure heart core.
My heart isn’t proud, my eyes don’t look for fame.
I don’t concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.
I have stilled and quieted my soul.
My heart is not proud, and I keep repeating to myself some lines from the brightside, keep my mind unoccupied.
All these bags of dust, loving just enough, still I belong.
I got a sweet heart in me, got that pure heart core.
My heart isn’t proud, my eyes don’t look for fame.
I don’t concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.
I have stilled and quieted my soul.
Like a weened child with its mother, like a weened child is my soul within me
Like a wee child with its mother, like a tiny little child is my soul within me
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Sun Balloon
03:51
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She gave me a sun balloon the day I left, a sticker on the tomb of our days together, days from a different timeline.
She told me I'm the ray of sun in her sky; look at all the fun we could've had together. But the silence in the way she controlled my light.
Paradox of intimacy with you.
I miss you like charcoal misses fire.
Your energy created me.
I miss you like charcoal misses fire, now I'm smeared across the page. Your energy created me, I wanna recreate a dead relationship.
I see you from a distance there.
The loss is hard to swallow.
I see you with a hollow stare.
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Reminders to Myself
01:35
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A paper bag on the porch
one month later I drop your things off
all your earrings in a cufflink box
the sweats that smell like you
I knock on the door and wait
leaning in to hear you move inside
are those your footsteps or my pulse?
beating heart
knot at my core
you open the door
I can see that you've been crying
just three feet between us
thought I had a lot to say but I'm disoriented by your face
anxiety comes, open my mouth, hoping to save face
but your stare is bare
and I'm still a coward
leave without a word
Six months gone I still feel the roots
of you drawing at my water
eight months I see how you bargained with our trust
held it hostage, you always said
told me you were good at love
A years gone and I still think about our garden
the inner woods
we walked alone
a dying patch of soul
Eighteen months I've finally grown
staring down my shame
our garden never died
some dark star
unchanging until I speak to you again
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6. |
Hover
04:18
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In the doorway you're swimming in yarn and I can hardly breathe
Why would you wear my favorite clothes just to break this off with me?
You're smooth like a porcelain doll, complexion like a lie
I feel the space between our perfect skin, your teasing olive hide
In the doorway you're swimming in yarn and I can hardly breathe
Just one look at you, I forget the question
Just one look at you, I don't wanna lash this thing down
Just one look at you, I forget the question, the question this time
You touch my hand like nobody else, it's desperate and it's real
The passion there behind your hands, what else is it you feel?
Your features form a different space, you smiling, bliss
I never really held your face, and I never felt your kiss
Just one look at you, I forget the question
Just one look at you, I don't wanna lash this thing down
Just one look at you, I forget the question, the question this time
You were my brightest, you were my star, fixed for the moment, perfect in time, you on my mind.
Just one look at you, I forget the question
Just one look at you, I don't wanna lash this thing down
Just one look at you, I forget the question
Just one look at you, I don't wanna lash this thing down
Just one look at you, I forget the question, the question this time
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