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Happiness
03:36
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I started drinking again
And making up stories in my head
Who’s the winner in that game?
Who started it, who’s to blame?
When I sing you my songs,
Do you think they’re all about you?
I hear rain outside my window
Hitting hard on the pavement
They recite to me a tune
But I just can’t replicate it
Happiness
Sit and practice my guitar
Try to reach the verse but it’s too far
There’s a melody I cannot find
Trapped inside the mazes in my mind but
When I sing you my songs,
Do you think they’re all about you?
Happiness
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Disco Alone
03:42
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I said everything happens for a reason
But I’m alone humming music on the waterfront
So sure, everything happens for a reason
But I don't know the reason is a good one
You said that my songs were beautiful
Even though the ones about you were mean
Were they beautiful like moonlight or like bug bites
So many kinds of beauty it could be
It’s 2AM after a dance party
And I’m still on the waterfront humming
And I don’t wanna dance at the disco alone
I dressed up in a baby blue suit
Stretched my face to look content
I played dress up like a tall child
Even practiced having the temperament
I told you that I don’t go out solo
But after three drinks I ditch my friends
And I’m running downtown along the harbor
Oh, the waterfront never ends
It’s 2AM after a dance party
And I’m still on the waterfront humming
But I don’t wanna dance at the disco alone
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Karaoke Queen
03:04
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Grocery store sushi, lit up parking lot,
dying by inches under the stars
I take you in and ask myself is it
worth it or wise to risk this heart
But then in an empty bar with laser lights,
you sang your own heart out
Karaoke queen of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania
Ghost stories are your favorite
because they remind you of your dad
You told me that on a freezing night
of laser lights and possibilities
But when you told me you loved me
I knew it was the wine talking
Now I drink too much and you’re a compulsive liar
And the ghosts have gone but you still get a song
Scary stories, laser lights, and all
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Love, Stay Awhile!
04:21
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I don’t know who you think you are
I don’t know who you think I am
Vision’s blurry through stained glass
Love, stay awhile!
Love, stay awhile!
You can have what you want from me
Every moment that you want from me
Every good or awful moment
Love, stay awhile!
Love, stay awhile!
I can sing you my silly songs
You can laugh with your friends after I’m gone
But I know what I wrote is true
Love, stay awhile!
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Swallow (Come Out Clean)
03:05
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I swallow a whole lime wedge
In between shots at the bar
I sob on the street at 2am
To test how patient you are
To show I don’t care about the past
I drink wine in a graveyard
I secretly throw up at the AirBnB
Drunk on punch and hope
Swallow my pride to say I’m happy
Praying you take it as a joke
I’m not perfect and neither are you
The truth is sometimes hard to swallow
So I walk toward the ocean
Just so you can tell me “No!”
I wear my body like a bedsheet ghost
Soil it and toss it in the wash
Hang it on the clothesline with the rest of the laundry
Hope it comes out clean
Comes out...
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Central Park Interlude
01:33
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All Dogs Go To Heaven
03:23
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A shadow in the corner of my room
A shimmer in the mirror of a pool
I know what you are to me
But what am I to you?
Spill out the bowl
Food on the floor
Runt of the litter
Fall asleep in the pet store
Puppy school
Head on my chest
In God’s kingdom of the animals
We loved each other best
And I believe all dogs go to heaven
Though I might go to Hell for my sins
If we end up in different afterlives
Will I ever see you again?
We were so small
And the world is still big
I know what you were to me but
What was I to you now that
You’ve gone away?
Cause I still believe all dogs go to heaven
Though I might go to Hell for my sins
If we end up in different afterlives
Will I see you again?
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8. |
Trophy Wife
04:58
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I walk the dogs
You make the money
I always laugh when you’re
Trying to be funny
Even when the joke doesn’t land
I cook and clean
You pay for groceries
I am neurotic
When you ask to hold me
Cause you always leave me crying like a kid
I wish I wished I didn’t wish this for myself
I wish that I was brave enough to give you Hell
You leave for work
I cut your sandwiches in half
I think it's criminal how
You close your eyes when you laugh
You talk me down
When I overthink
You put me to bed
When I have too much to drink
Because in the end, don’t you own me?
Because in the end, you need me polished like a priceless jewel
I wish I wished I didn’t wish this for myself
I wish that I was brave enough to give you Hell
You take the stand
I testify against you
You’re older and wiser
And so I resent you
I wish I could meet you where you are
You are everything I’ve ever wanted
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Shed Rats
03:59
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Wynn is drunk on the floor of the bathroom in the Mars Cheese Castle
While funky town plays in the background
The world is small the world is fake
The world is many things
It's proof that anything can happen
Won't you lay in the nighttime grass with me
Call me by my nightname so i know that i don’t matter
And i would give anything to be anywhere
Emotionally
Than on the floor of a tourist trap restroom
Watch the shed rats climb the walls
They haven’t died yet
From the paint fumes
They eat the paint chips like a church buffet on Sunday morning
I used to have excuses for this
But i lost my permission slip
It's underneath the bed with no signature
You keep your paintings in the closet
Your mother says she wants the largest one
She hasn’t come collecting
And I would give anything to be anything
But a shed rat
With its bib made out of canvas
You look into the skylight
The crows are watching you
In your fishbowl
You can’t breathe in the water
As a baby my ears were cut off
And sewn back on tighter than ever
It’s not the reason I don’t listen
I just don’t like listening
Wynn tries to string himself through the birds of the forest
I try to string myself thru the constellations
And I would give anything to feel any weight
But that of the water and of crows feet
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Everybody is your best friend
When you’re doing drugs in a foreign country
Tank top, blue pill, vodka soda
Sweat and heat and light and noise and nonsense
Swimming through bodies soft and soaking
Is that one so out of place as I am
I was never the one who
Could sweat it out with techno and the sunrise
If I never left Paris would it feel like there’s a hole
Left in me cause I’m a stranger, an actor, a mimic, trying on a role
Madonna’s voice floods my brain
Piercing through theisveil of anonymity
Like a little prayer
Close my eyes and think the sky is falling
Thumping, violence, eardrums bloody and bruised
Music somehow always wins this war
Walk home at 7:30 A.M.
Overcoming light and noise and nonsense
Shoulder to shoulder on the dance floor
Feeling your hand slip from mine
Feeling blood and bone inside my body
I would feel this all the time
If I never left Paris would it feel like there’s a hole
Left in me in place of where I used to have an innocent soul
So the music plays on and on and on
This music that was left in me while
Doing drugs in a foreign country
a foreign country
a foreign country
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11. |
David Attenborough
04:02
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Sometimes it’s like a nature documentary
Like I’m a penguin and my mind is a leopard seal
I eat a banana every morning like a primate
My distant relatives, our distant relatives
Sometimes it’s like a nature documentary
The way I’m just a primitive being
Intuition and instinct fail me again
Will they kick in next time
Like a tropical bird building a nest and a home
Like a sea turtle on a voyage in the big blue ocean
Or the spiders who sail with their webs on the wind
There’s a sense of desperation and survival
But I don’t have fins or a pouch or a prehensile tail
And I’m not a polar bear starving on an iceberg
I don’t need to scavenge and I know that now
But it’s still in my bones, in my bones
Would David Attenborough narrate the way
I move to pop a pimple on your back
Years of evolution in the bones of my hand
Just for this moment, a disgusting little moment
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12. |
Long Time
03:40
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I wrote this song for you on a Sunday night at 1am
It was a holiday weekend so I didn’t have to go bed on time
Wasting the night watching YouTube clips like
“Top Ten Scariest Demon Sightings Caught On Tape”
When you’re in a sunset all your pale skin
Takes on the hue of the lavender lighting
And we can lay by the ocean for hours
But only in the summer when the past was
I wish we could live it over and over
And sometimes I think that we could live by the ocean
But then I stop thinking that cause it’s stupid
Expensive and impractical with climate change
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time, babe
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time, babe
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time, babe
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time
I wanna be here long time, babe
Can we lay here with my head in the crook of your neck forever?
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Evan Grey Caldwell Boston, Massachusetts
serious music for unserious people
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