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November
03:56
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The faces are melting off all the jack-o-lanterns, and tears are dripping like wax down a candle fast burning out its wick. And I've got a head full of kisses, and it's killing me. It's not working again, it's not working again. I am going to give in.
I'm at a crossroads, and I've been standing here for the longest time. I want two things at once: I want his love, and I want his demise.
Is it just me, or are you offering a way out? I want to believe, but I have forgotten how. I keep looking backwards, baby, just turn me around. 'Cause I've got a head full of kisses and a heart full of doubt.
We're at the part where everything is great and everything is absolutely horrible, unbearable, unquenchable, 'til I know that you know and you know that I know.
I think I want to wait for our first kiss forever.
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Bodily Harm
03:45
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Who knew all I had to do was stop looking for trouble? I never figured out how to shut my mouth. I always need the last word. But this is no conversation, so I will turn my back on you.
'Cause it's done. It's been done. It's been done like nothing's ever been done before. I messed things up. I messed things up real good. I messed things up and for a while I didn't feel too good. But now I do. Oh, now I so do. I feel so good, I feel like I never thought I could.
And just when I'm worried you might be better off, thank god, you started smoking cigarettes. But I never did wish you any bodily harm, so good luck with all the lung cancer.
I think I need to start listening to good music again. I think I need to pretend you weren't the one to get me into Laura Stevenson. I think I need to remember how it felt when you said, "I feel nothing," and "I love you," in the same sentence.
Because I think that was important for me to hear, but please won't you shout it next time, just to be sure? Shout it right in her ear.
And just when I'm worried you might be better off, thank god, you started smoking cigarettes. But I never did wish you any bodily harm, so good luck with all the lung cancer.
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Turn Me Down
00:35
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There will come a time when I will reach for your hand. Do me a favor, turn me down.
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Domestication
04:56
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I had a vision of a dog on a leash. It turned into a bird in a cage. It made me want to go to the pet store, and buy all the animals, and set them free. But you know they'd all starve on their own. Domestication has a funny way of dulling your instincts. But the beast in me knows what's best. The beast in me is gonna make you a bet, against all the odds.
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Soviet Love
03:49
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You're getting that faraway look in your eyes, and I quickly come to realize we're not talking about the Soviet Union anymore.
I will need you forever 'til I don't. I will want you forever 'til I won't. I will love you forever 'til I can't anymore. I will be here forever 'til I'm gone.
You said you wished you could have more rules, that way you knew what you could not do. Integrity by boundary is one way to live, I suppose.
I will need you forever 'til I don't. I will want you forever 'til I won't. I will love you forever 'til I can't anymore. I will be here forever 'til I'm gone.
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Looks On Your Faces
01:55
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You asked me if I was happy with my new boyfriend. Well, aren't you happy with my old boyfriend? Why don't you mind your own business?
People get kinda freaked out when I'm mad. I think they'd like it better if I stayed sad. It'd make 'em feel less bad.
But I'm not complaisant. I'm not here for you. The looks on your faces, there is nothing I can do.
The only thing being honest gets you is a load of bullshit or a fuck you. None of what I say ever gets through.
But I'm not complaisant. I'm not here for you. The looks on your faces, there is nothing I can do.
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Captain Sorely
03:38
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Captain Sorely was a poet, and he died without a mouth among the mouthless millions he'd written his poems about.
And we should be so lucky to die like Captain Sorely, to die mouthless and gory, with teeth left to tell our stories.
'Cause when I die, I'll die without a mouth, I'll die without a mouth, I'll die without a mouth. And we all will die without our mouths, without our mouths, without our mouths.
The blind eye sees no honor or tears or praise or hurt. The love you had is in the trenches, and the trenches have filled with dirt.
And I should be so lucky to die without any glory, to die without any loving, to die without any seeing, to die like Captain Sorely, and have enough left for a story.
'Cause when I die, I'll die without a mouth, I'll die without a mouth, I'll die without a mouth. And we all will die without our mouths, without our mouths, without our mouths.
Captain Sorely was a poet and he was shot in the head, so here's to you my captain, so lovely and mouthless and dead. You'll never know my singing 'cause you're lovely and mouthless and dead. One day, someday, I sing of the day we'll be lovely and mouthless and dead.
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"Bundle up," my mother said, so we put our hats upon our heads and our boots upon our feet and we squinted against the sleet. When we dug for Gracie's grave, I pretended I was digging a way to China like I'd always dreamed, as a kid in the sand on the beach. "Oh Mama what do they use? Do they use shovels like we do? Are there still grave diggers around?" She said, "No, I think they've got machines to put us in the ground." I thought about that while we kept digging and I couldn't stop myself from saying, "When I die, no one I love will dig a grave for me." She said, "Why?" and I said, "Well, because don't they have machines?"
Have you ever felt the weight of the soil? It gets heavier the deeper you toil. Just put me in a shallow hole, then let nature do what it will. 'Cause if you ever dig a grave for me, I know hard it is to dig six feet deep.
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Baby Teeth
02:37
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I'm at the halfway point to being halfway dead. Remember holidays and first times? No, I already forgot them. But when does magic die? Is it in the root of a baby tooth? There's something about growing up. It sucks.
And in somebody else's eyes, I am still a child. But one day, I will be that somebody else.
I need some kinda map to tell me exactly where to go. If I have to make one more choice, I think I'm going to explode. But when does time sneak by? Is it through the back of algebra class? There's something about growing up. It sucks.
And in somebody else's eyes, I am still a child. But one day, I will be that somebody else. And in my own mind, I am still a child. But one day, I might be a somebody. Oh please, just let me be somebody.
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Over the Ocean
01:16
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On the day you leave to fly over the ocean, I will run to the gate just to say goodbye. It won't fix a thing, but I think we'll feel better, and I'd like to see your face before you fly over the ocean.
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Blankets for Laura Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Blankets for Laura is the mostly defunct solo music project of Shay Park. She now makes music with Soda Club. facebook.com/sodaclubpgh
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