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I had a dream last night that you and I were back in each others lives
Except it wasn’t nice this time


I’m hoping I can just forget, it’s been two years and it hasn’t happened yet
I can’t remember half the things you’ve said, but I can still see you in my head 


Embarrassing is just the least of things I feel when worrying why time has passed and I still bring up things I never want to think about again 


This morning’s sunrise never ends I want to go back to sleep again
and re-dream things that have not happened, re-contextualizing whens 


I’m not so ashamed no more of my actions, thoughts, or core
work out the contradictions that keep my brain and muscles sore 



Wintering


I wake up in the middle of the night
and I drift backwards in the light
I never thought what I would say 


It takes a little longer now
and I can’t believe it’s always been the thing
I’ve most feared

I walk you out to your car
it doesn’t seem so far
not as far as it once would
as far as I wish it could 


‘takes a little bit longer 

when I’m headed back
to the front door

Baby you are welcome to it now and ever
Forever as long as I still got one 


But that don’t mean it takes a long time for you to reach me 


And I still think the best part of it all
is that you never even realized 

what is was you’re looking for 


I wake up in the middle of the night

and you were there except
this never happened it’s just a thought that feels good 


I can’t imagine what it’s like
to never remember the worst parts, worst parts of your life

I wish that
I don’t wish that on you
I wouldn’t wish that on anyone
not after this 










Goodness


Goodness, making such a bit fit
who even cares about it?
wouldn’t if it were me 


Liar, it’s all you ever wanted
pretend you wouldn’t flaunt it
if you were up there 


So what? Turns out its not just TV
that’s making up the big dreams
It’s kind of everything 


Loves too trite to make a good point
I feel too optimistic 

Bore me to death


Asking all of the wrong questions
no wonder no one’s out there 

Hang up the phone 



Loves too good
love’s too good

Turns out the big dreams
It’s out there
It’s big dreams
It’s out there

Goodness
(Cares about it) 

Goodness
(Cares about it)


It’s all you ever wanted
If you were up
It’s all you ever wanted


Goodness
It’s kind of everything
Its kind of everything 


Babykins
Babe, Babe you and me, who even cares, cares, cares, 


It’s all you
Pretend you would
Pretend you would
It’s all you (wanted)
(who) makes a good question
Who makes a good question

Who cares if it were me

Make love not death
Make love not questions
Make love not flaunt it

Turns out its not just you asking (me) 


No hang ups no

What it’s not just so 
No hang ups no
(No hang ups no)
(flaunt it) (No hang ups no)
(No no hang ups no)
What it’s not just so?


(One one one one one)


If you ever call on me to turns up the TV 


Goodness who cares if you were kind of optimistic to hang up the phone?










County Line


On the hills of old Virginia

I've crossed a weary mile

And on bended knee

I will sing to thee

As I tie my shoe


One moonlit night in the canyon

I talked about my dreams

Only bugs heard the call

They don't hear me at all

And now I talk in my sleep


When winter comes I'll be way up ahead

'Cause right now it seems so cold

I need her in my arms baby set my alarm

'Cause otherwise I'd sleep til sleeping was dead


And when I get home to my baby

She gonna wear my grandma's ring

And hand in hand we will tell a man

I do

I do

I definitely do


But I won't get drunk without her

And I won't do her no harm

'Cause she's the sweetest blackberry wine


From here to there

From here to there

From here to there


County line

County line

County line

County line

County line

County line

County line

County line

County line










Me N The Rests 


Catch me right if I’ve been wrong
I don’t wanna imagine what happens when I finish this song

Can’t read swim or write or make it back home
I need an extra piece of money
Can’t run amok

I need a runner better than the summer coming
Basking’s second to none 


And I want it all but baby with the warrant out it’s maybe so I’ll call it
It’s snowing out

So I
can’t wait to get a fence
I
can’t wait to get offended
to make you less overt
Anyone else can be around
So it will be, so it will be


Leave it up to me
Won’t be a friend
Give me a call
Show me an end

Running around,
show it on the back porch
back porch

Go smoke it outside on the back porch
Won’t it make a pretty light?


I don’t wanna see what any thing on the end of nothing
won’t you

holding onto something
catch me when I’m dying won’t leave the house without it
won’t leave the house without it

and it means a lot
To me and the rests
To me and the rests
Me and the rests
me n the rests
me n the rests 













Ardor


Trace, walk, and turn around
Breath, set lest you’re coming down 


My eyes will meet with yours
As often we have done before

Edges bend inside
All I want’s to catch your light

Hold me to your delight
Fast strapped to you throughout the night

Screaming in consonance
Our bodies melt, the metal rends
I’ve lost myself inspire of sense

No tricks my mind is made
up of only quite things, fears do abate


Incense, our bodies lent
to actions made not to relent
Drink of the bottle, body’s spent 


Car sex, I love you more,
Roll down the window, jar the door

Laugher and slights of hand
are instruments, but we are the band
trade fifths gently as we can












L.F.V.


You feel like a low frequency vibration 

Like licking a 9v battery all over my body 

and my bones never cry out for rest 


You’re the candy on my lips, 

you’re the midwinters kiss 

and I hope to die of hypothermia 


Savage necktie, O pray for release 

but I don’t wanna make the mistake of you lettin go of me 

So stitch me into your pocket of your favorite jeans 


No I won’t make a ruckus you can just walk along with me 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you


feel like a violin start playing 

When someone really understands just what you’ve been saying 

but you know that without a single word 


You feel like the thrilling sensation 

like spotting an animal from the side of the road 

or deer from the window of your car


You’re the paint on my eyes, 

you’re a clever disguise, 

I know that I can’t see through to you 


Yellow starship, reveal yourself to me 

I won’t be caught dead without your hand in mine 

You’re the smell of the night, my blackberry wine 


No I can’t just stand for it, I think that I must die 

I just can’t stand up when you look me in the eye 


There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you
There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 


No I can’t just stand for it, I think that I must die 

Oh I can’t stand up when you look me in the eye 


There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 


No I can’t just stand for it, I think that I must die 

Oh I just can’t stand up when you look me in the eye


There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 


No I can’t just stand for it, I think that I must die 

Oh I just can’t stand up when you look me in the eye


There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 


No I can’t just stand for it, I think that I must die 

Oh I just can’t stand up when you look me in the eye


There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 

There’s nothing that I’d be more content to do, more content to do than you 
















Re: Potted Plants


Re: Potted Plants 

Can’t make a plan 

Making a difference 


Re-polish it
make it shine for you and me 


I wouldn’t mind taking the train with you 


take me out to the discounted lots 

the supermarket blues

Make a recipe
do it for me
do it for you 


Repo my car
take it from me
if that’s what you’ll do 


Give righteously and never think
it’s for you 


I’m givin it up, I’m giving it up 

I never will think about you again
if that’s you want
then I’ll do it

It’s breaking my heart
before it’s been through it 


I’d rather just skip right to the end 

I know it’s better for the both of us
I know its true 


Make what you will
I will not give my recompense 


Saying La, la de da, la de da  


I said I’m lost in myself
or with someone else
it really just make no sense 


but I’ll still
take the train
and ride our bikes 


If that’s what you want of me 


Still it makes it hard
dry dock 

Going down even slower than I wanted it to

 

Try to savor what you’ve got
or what you want
from me too 


Repossess my home
I couldn’t care less
if that’s what you’d have of me 


So it beats out
another rhythm
to the sick old sound of dying drums 


Repot my plants
wherever you are
take offense 

to my words
I couldn’t care less 


If that’s what you want then that’s what I want 


So I mean it earnestly
I’d like to see you again 

Looking forward to every Thursday evening 


Is that what it would take?
an honest review, from me to you 


If that’s what you want then that’s what I’ll do 


If it means the best, the best thing for us. 


For us
















Going Home


We
have travelled long
I’m going home
We
have travelled long
I’m going home
We
have travelled long
I’m going home
We
have travelled long
I’m going home
We
have travelled long










Ballad for Orion 


I’m checking out what’s on TV to get the message 


Reading up online to check the daily future artifacts 


The kids I think I know but don’t are dropping hints on what to read 


Responding with a signal flash, some super sonic indicators


Quite readily debating styles of life I’m both incapable of


Soliciting investments for my own product I should be buying 


I don’t need subtle gestures to remind me if I should stay in 


I’m forgetting and bargaining all before the party can begin 


Trying to deliver my lines cool like Courtney Barnett 


Cunning schizophreniac like mister Orion 


I’m on the phone I’m dialing up ahead to get the buy in 


Partaking of the fruit we hate to eat but love to talk about 


You told me I should fuck myself over the phone but we had never met 


Intelligence aversion and the curse of what we don’t define yet 


A shaman in the past today is bottled up and thrown away 


Madness bedding geniuses is well and good so long as it’s 

Not too far from the mark 















Control 


I won’t be anything else but moving out of your way

Easier to pass by I guess, I don’t know what to say

Tomorrow hit the restaurant
Eat with all your friends 
Drive home when the city’s dark and you can’t see out your mirrors 


It’s a little like a cascade of chemical events 

No different than an ad page inherited from your parents

Control, make it easy
Give me power and good sense
Control, waste my misery
with my miseries regret

Can I even afford nightlies? What would that even mean 


Driving makes me nervous but I like to grip the wheel
Turn left to dial backward in time and see how it makes you feel

There’s a class action lawsuit
I don’t even know what that means
Is it some kind of retort, or just another way to be mean

Distracted by a toothache
I lie when you go near
I know I’m thinking too much about it
If I could only see it clear

Control, conquer quandaries
Ease my fear and do so promptly
Control what if it takes more than I should give

Have I always been pushing the limit? Compis mentis, my personal gimmick

As far as I can tell so far
It’s just a bit of a drag
You can’t do it if you’re standing up and you sure can’t leaning back 


I tried to stop you at the gas station
To buy another pack
I guess I think it was the right thing to do but
I wish I hadn’t looking back 


Plain white-black curtains hang on my bedroom wall
I keep them far away from the window so I can’t see ‘em at all 


Control, cement, concrete,
Still the ground shake under my feet
Control, can you make me invincible to that 


Caught under fire by the four fists of Yama
I turn my eyes up at the circle of karma 




















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