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Bloodstream
04:20
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Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you feel me in your bloodstream?
Are you flying? Are you floating?
There is freedom in not knowing
Are you still dancing in the morning when the sun floods open windows?
And does your breath fog in the kitchen, with the stove on, I don't miss it
Or are you sleeping wrapped in satin, smoking saffron-scented flowers?
Are you a lover like your mother, who'll do better than this sucker?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you feel me in your bloodstream?
You can forgive, you can forget
you can spit in my old face again
I'll be living on my mountain, made of sequins, made of ashtrays
made of shivers down your boyfriends,
made of songs on Christmas morning
If there's a chip upon your shoulder,
you just wait till you get older
are you still here? are you listening?
can you feel me in your bloodstream?
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2. |
Portrait
09:11
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i could never tell, each time she walked on through the door
if her body was a spider's thread, or a whisp of white from a cigarette
or a ray of light from when the sun don't set
had to try so hard to tell the fool from flesh
i could never hear, past her syllables and tears
i would follow 'round her dancing lips
watch her drum her fingertips
i only knew her rhythms, and would paint a portrait of her
upon a canvas
in the air between us
the aether gold dust
Freyja find me
worth
your
hold
i could never guess, just what day i'd see her next
Grace runs on a fever's fire
and she dances on a silver wire
and laughs at pleas to pull her down
it's hardly worth the noise to shout
and on the day that she returned
to the sky where she was born
i realized then, i never knew
the ground from which the goddess grew
the scars all up and down her back,
the things she'd love about the men she'd ask
to hold her strong and loose and long
who'd run around and lead her on
and maybe if i cried
all throughout the night
like all the times i swore, i'd love her till i died
i could catch a flight on the undertow
no one else would know, no one else would know
and meet her once again, beyond the bitter end
and stop procuring time, to pat her back and sigh
and maybe all good love is words without intent
maybe all good love is present, better yet-
maybe all good love is open to be shared
but don't pretend that holding on will change you to a man beyond
whatever you have grown to be, before her dancing eyes
cuz i wasted all that time, and i never really tried
and i know love never dies
but i only loved her light
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3. |
Mercury
04:22
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Air out that dirty laundry and shower me in dust
just make it seem like you're walking away with cool blood
And that you'll piledrive a thirteenth plea for trust
sucks...sometimes it takes an atom bomb to break us
and i don't know why, but i'm sure i've been on both sides of the door
and i don't know why you can't see, but that mercury's been worrying me
Put out that fire burning for half a second's time
find solace in the early morning sunshine
i've walked on red-hot splinters and wandered in the wild
i'm still alive and breathing in the meantime
and i don't know why it cuts deep to see you twist your face at me
and i don't know why you can't see, but that mercury's been worrying me
she said "in time i wish i could love you,
and i wish you could make me move
like the boys back home, with the things you do
but my body's tuned-
to a song and dance, in the open air
i'll bide my time, because i know i'm right
that he's in my hand"
without a condition, i told her to leave my step
those good superstitions bog you down like the rest
and i'm ever a poor man, in silver and soul
and either way it don't matter,
there's no one on the table to be bought or sold
a phoenix feather broke your heart
and in the wind it will blow on home
and i'm going blind and feeling weak, that mercury's been worrying me
and i'm wasting time, and my fever's peaked,
that mercury's been worrying me
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4. |
Tower
04:51
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Lord I know, I'm the devil
in the eyes of all the people
on her side of the road
and i sleep still as stone
and feel her tremor
is she dreaming of the same things?
i fight from holding on
her heels touch endless highways
from my heart down to my fingertips
and gently, oh so gently, pulls me in
i wake up every morning
to her songs that silence sparrows
out my window, they all stop to listen in
there is no other Venus in my heavens
all that star light that my friends point out,
and tell me to follow
is as bright as the hot air
i can still hear softly echo
from my mouth
as if it came from another man
as if i'd find the same love again
as if the way she'd still kiss my neck
doesn't make it harder yet
to break her heart and find
a way to untangle mine
and i can't keep pretending,
i'm not just a boy whose twenty-three years
didn't give me room to hold your love
Grace, you tower over me
what crazy life could you have lead
to deal with all the shit i'm dishing out?
so i guess i'm moving out
i'll kiss your head and slip away for now
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5. |
Uptown/Inbound
04:27
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Though i know i won't get that far, i'll be a smooth operator
if that gets me a start- in the race towards the bottom of your heart!
Thought i'm not on a violent thread, i'll burn a bridge!
and beat upon my chest!
if THAT'S the man to best!
i got NO money, but that's OK!
i'll bail you out of county and spot you more cocaine!
(....till the fever starts to fray....)
now i've been running around, uptown
with the soles upon my shoes worn right on through
and no crown upon my head can shield me from the rain
inbound near everyday i find i'm falling through
climbing faster of the ivy walls
you're shadow in a ray of sunlight calls on out
past me
i know no matter the speed i run
i'll never catch what's hiding behind the fleeting sun
the fool that i've become
i've made my peace and apologized
to free a soul reserved for a mirage built 'round your eyes
staring into mine
now people look to me like i've grown
and marvel at the clothes that are hanging off my bones
i put 'em on for you when i left home
now i've been running around, uptown
with the soles upon my shoes worn right on through
right down to my aching bones still waiting for you
but I've found I've built myself a comfortable charade
to lay down the wants and wares i never would have made
my own, without a summit like your loving hold
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6. |
Montauk
06:38
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Broke(n), but with nothing to do but ride on and on
Woken, by a tap on my window and a breath of fog
"I'm up!"
Years, erased by a river of rye, and good fun
Worn 'neath the eyes all swallowed with the same blood
lost love
a warm buzz
and i can't believe i'm going home
i'm sleepy and a little stoned
the cycle seems to carry on
routine for me to near explode
but now it's creeped upon the kid
she's seventeen and flipped a switch
tempted by my postcard view of drinking down the morning dew
please, if you'll ever believe me just once, or anyone
leave all the promises made to act tough, for anyone
stay in the crossfire hurricane back home
i'll find a way to sleep in my hive all alone
and i can't believe i'm going home
i'm sleepy and a little stoned
proud that in your lost control
you sought the love that can't be sold
it's better than a string of brides
or gambling with your silly pride
tempted by my postcard view of drinking down the morning dew
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7. |
Shame
06:06
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i would love to, but i would hate you
i would make you miss the sunlight to hold me tight
and friends are fleeting,
i hear the heat sing
"she's a woman, and her touch will bring you light"
and i'll try
but i'm not a blue sky
if it's true, i love you
but it's true, i'm lost too
and i don't want to share that shame, i don't want to catch the blame
for any failure that's my own fault
and every time i feel the push, i got to beat around the bush
if i hope to stay inside your dancing eyes
fire floating trails your shoulders
warm my blue veins, hold me closer if you must
you're a tender song and splendour
hanging hazy on my arms and breathing slow
and i know how this goes
it's been a long long time and it shows
if it's true i love you
oh it's true
and i don't want to share that shame, i don't want to catch the blame
for any failure that's my own fault
and every time i feel the push, i got to beat around the bush
if i hope to stay inside your dancing eyes
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8. |
Cafuné
01:23
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9. |
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07:26
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she said “i never had a lover ‘fore i jetted for another
bigger city to recover my ghost-
you were light as a needle, and i’m such a grand schemer,
you’re a sweetheart but were never a stone
breaking up a bad bust I’m really sorry if your trust
in good love is lost dust on the road
then she chuckled with a “babe”, told me time for you to get laid,
you’re making money now selling your soul.”
so enough’s enough
i know not…
I’m watching people pass by, cross-eyed, sleepy-time,
bones locked to blow off in the wind
I’m out sailing around without season or sound
with a note to let nobody in
I thought I broke her apart, but then she sewed up the scars
within a minute then was in it again
but i kept burning myself, I was a butcher and felt,
that I should never take a lover back in
so enough’s enough
i know not….
sometimes the ego manifests as a hole in your chest,
and you beat yourself down to the ground
it’s time to claw out the dirt, sow an iris like her
it’s been a wild ride waiting around
so enough’s enough
i’ll go find love
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Humble Digs Massachusetts
Songs flowing out of my head, please send help at humbledigsband@gmail.com
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