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i can see the being spread
missing distance by your head
so close to you but doused in dread
i can’t feel you anymore
my heart still beats but strains with sore
what happened to the golden tour, (marco,)
what happened to the golden tour?
i can linger on your bed
warm and seeking cold instead
bruises turn to purple-red
i can’t feel you anymore
my limbs are weak, my palms are sore
what happened to the golden tour, (louise),
what happened to the golden tour?
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2. |
My Baby Knows
03:42
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my baby knows
on sleepless days
in the strangest ways
that i’m at the end of my rope
my baby knows
my body aches
the weighing shame
of a sudden loss of hope
my baby knows
when i’m growing cold
when i’m hurt and i’m old
my baby knows
my baby knows
my weaknesses
the moments when
my knees drop down low
my baby knows
on the longest shifts
that suffering
is inevitable, i suppose
my baby knows
when i’m growing cold
when i’m hurt and i’m old
my baby knows
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3. |
Overcast Buckshot Eraser
03:32
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i miss everything now
how i miss it? on brittle knees, without power
even the easiest sleep
is somewhat restless, given thoughts still unreleased
i miss everything now
i’ve learned everything about
missing everything now
i miss everything now
i miss everything now
i miss everything of you
i miss every pair of eyes you saw me through
talking softly, by still air
feeling your limbs against mine, in time, right there
i miss everything of you
i’m getting used to
missing everything of you
i miss everything of you
i miss everything of you
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4. |
When David Berman Died
02:26
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we were spread across the state when david berman died
and the music emanated from my ears and from my eyes
i felt deep inside like crying, but i never wondered why
so instead i stepped outside
we were watching tv when david berman died
and the moment soon became a memory; it sat behind
bill callahan covered trains across the sea and I learned i
lived just 10 minutes from the guy
i think it was a friday when david berman died
i bet his Wikipedia read page statistics were at an all-time high
someone that i’d miss more if i had a good reason to try
from the darkness comes a light
i think it was a sunny day when david berman died
i wonder if he thought about texas like elliott smith, the guy
I wonder if he thought about texas, like me myself and i
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5. |
Moth Song
02:02
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cold in the spring again
it’s a little taste of autumn
residue is at the bottom
and I’m bold by my fears again
thinking I’ve finally caught em
but there’s no way to stop em
singing in tune for friends
it’s the last time that I saw you
and there’s an old way to be born new
many people will define you
and still only you exist
and there is a soul inside you
like a moth to flame, it finds you
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Dangerous Positioning
00:25
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Use All I Have
02:39
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Bringing everything back home
Grocery car load
I would walk beside you in my sleep
In a park, somewhere near a river
The love as a sliver
Use All I Have
Use All I Have
Filling gas tank, all alone
Presence as so showed
I would give the bits and split them into parts
Of lighted scenes
The love as mean
Use all I have
Use all I have
All I have is all I have until the end
And what remains will be dispersed among my friends
And we’ll all join around a bar table again
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8. |
Leap of Faith
04:15
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If you need milk
You go and buy it
When you arrive at the store
Try not to surprise it
Split in-between aisles
Is 2% hiding?
Someone beside you claims
There’s more that they’re icing
And so you enjoy it
While you can
And on bright days with clear skies
That feel warm upon your hands
Those days that seem freer
When I can better understand
That days are the metric
Laying upon land
If you’re writing poems
And you forget a word
And it irritates you
To the point of concern
You should listen to music
And breathe with the turn
That feeling succeeds you
And leaves tumble by you
And so you enjoy it
While you can
And on bright days with clear skies
That feel warm upon your hands
Those days that seem freer
When I can better understand
That days are the metric
Laying upon land
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9. |
Strawberries
02:31
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The differences reveal themselves in time
And if you wait long enough
They may soon then define
So many scenes that colored many skies
When I have missed you late at night
The behaviors from which you were catalyzed
Were witnessed by some people
That determined they would find
A way to carry with them all their lives
when you were vulnerable in light
lending both your ears,
what’s speaking loud and clear
is the same voice
that you never hear
and its dulcet tones
comfort you at lows
elevate your spirits
when you approach the wave that will swallow you up whole
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10. |
Be Near Your Life
01:57
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Be near your life
And witness those
So many things
That come fast from
A bullet train
A watchful eye
Departing glance
Arrival smile
Be near your life
And taste the sun
And knock on doors
Tell everyone
Descend upon
Where we belong
a gravel road
a country song
Be near your life
To feel the love
Its curling vines
Its stretching long
A lot will happen
A lot will lay
And on your route
I hope to stay
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