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Every Morning After
05:05
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if i talked a little less
about the dirt floating 'round in my head
well, i'm sure that today
i'd still have some of it left
but i done talked too much
and i done thought too much
and now i can't recall
now i can't recall
who i was
when you said you were gonna leave
and it would be the best things for me
you sounded sweet on the phone
i bet your eyes looked a little bit empty
'cause you done talked too much
and you done thought too much
and now you can't recall
now you can't recall
any good about us
but i remember every fever
and every morning after
with the birdsong drifting slowly
from somewhere up in the rafters
why don't you remember me?
why don't you remember me?
oh, my darling, you look different
like something key's gone missing
and you tear up when i touch you
and when i whisper you don't listen
you say we've talked enough
and that we've lost enough
and there's nothing left to break
look, now there's nothing left to break
not sure there ever was
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2. |
Coney Island Low
03:17
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if you're thinking 'bout leavin'
scratch your head
if you're thinking 'bout kissing my mouth
do that instead
if you think about me
oh, if you thinking about me
and when you think about me
well, who do you really see
when you think about me?
do you feel like crying
'cause i've said too much?
do you think you might still wanna spend the night?
i know these things are tough
but the thing about you
is that i think about you
and when i think about you
do you think about me too
the way i think about you?
could coney island
still break your heart?
i went there last year
and damn near fell apart
it made me think about you
it made me think about you
it made me think about you
and better times too
it made me think about you
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do ya still talk to your birds?
do ya chirp a little on every word?
do ya call them by their christian names?
and ask 'em why they play the games that they play?
i wonder what they would say
about the games that we play
i told ya you could go or you could stay
and it wouldn't matter either way
you were wise not to call my bluff
just lay down your cards and pack up your stuff
you hadn't had enough
you'd had too much
now i've been awake
for something like twenty-eight days
with a couple of new friends
who fuck me up all night just to take me to bed
it makes a body feel young
to be so far out of love
but i bet you still sing in the shower
while somebody reads on the couch
and getting dressed still takes you two hours
while somebody paces the house
but do ya still talk to your birds?
do ya tell them funny stories you've heard?
do you ever mention my name
to ask 'em how someone could leave as quick as they came?
and what do they have to say about the games that we play?
i wonder what they would say about the games that we play
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4. |
A Place That We Go
02:47
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there's a place that we go
and we don't even let our friends know
and we only go alone
but sometimes i'll see you there
and i wonder what could bring you
to wanna be a ghost like i do
or just something easier to see through
like water and air
i never ask you what you're looking for
but not 'cause i don't care
i'm lost and more than a little unsure
so it just seems unfair
so we just stand in each other's shadows
and move whichever way the wind blows
and then we clean up all the mess that follows
and you wait for me to run
and i wait for you to come
i know i'm easy but let's take this slow
'cause once it's done
then i'm afraid i won't have much to hold
besides this smoking gun
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5. |
Just Like Marie
07:51
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and this wouldn't be complete
without a nod to my marie
while i'm crawling 'cross the rooftop
she's back down on the street
hey, there goes marie
first she swore she'd paint a picture
and she'd send it soon to me
what i got, a two page letter
written incoherently
ain't that just like marie?
writes, "the tree tops here in london
could shade the stars hustlin' l.a.
and the next stop is savannah"
but she ain't been no place
nor is she on the way
still her cigarettes are timeless
like golden a.m. radio
and the smoke behind her eyelids
like some washed-out picture
she gave up long ago
'cause there's nothing quite so dated
as the time marie was sure
"man, there's nothing like movies"
now she just looks bored
sighs, "could there be nothing more?"
than this blue-lit room, real quiet
where marie gets up to go
with something in her pocket
moving awful slow
for the poets and their prose
crawls out the bedroom window
waits out on the fire escape
oh, marie, i'm sure i told you
they'll give back what they take
marie slips away
now there's static talkin' to me
and i'm talkin' to myself
oh, and i'd tell marie what's been told me
but she's long gone someplace else
someplace she'll tell
but i'd wait out in the darkness
and i'd wait 'till it got cold
what she left with in her clenched fist
i'd still like to know
marie, what's there to hold?
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6. |
Easy Stranger Blues
03:41
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it's 'cause she's always changing
he keeps those photos of her
and it just leaves him breathless
to see those eyes that he can't remember
he says, "here she looks like mother
but twenty-five years younger
well, i bet she looks just like her now"
it's 'cause karen's been gone
since the first few weeks of winter
and though she gave her notice
nobody really believed her
when she said, "keep the house
but i just gotta get out
and forget this place somehow"
and he said, "who do you think you're fooling?
you'll come back, i just know you will"
and then he said, "Ooo, please, honey, don't you do this"
when she called from some motel
to say she was far away and well
to say she was terrified but happier still
and it's the reason he stumbles
when he tries to dance
with and easy stranger
that he can hardly stand
he says, "you look like my former lover
but twenty-five years younger
and i think i'd better go now"
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i'm already gone home
i'm already gone home
and i don't believe you'll ever forgive me
i'm already gone home
it rains a lot in san francisco
and i was stayin' there like it was the end of the road
getting by, i guess, but getting old
and i just couldn't stay like you just couldn't let me go
i'm already gone home
i'm already gone home
i didn't want you to see me leave
i'm already gone home
change rarely comes when you want it
i didn't fall out of love, i just lost it
and now i just gotta be someplace i ain't needed
i didn't let you go, i don't know what i did
and when my place touched down in new york city
i pictured you cold and fast asleep
on a day-time couch, drunk enough not to dream
and i wished like hell i'd taken you with me
'cause i don't think that i can ever return
i left so fast, i let those bridges burn
i'm already gone home and now i wanna go back
i'm already gone home and now i wanna go back
i'm already gone home and now i wanna go back
i'm already gone home and now i wanna go back
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it's late and your eyes are closed
but i'm sure that you're home
rocking back and forth in the dark
you just don't want no one to know
you're not sure where now to go
it's been some time since your face lit up
and your muscles lost control
at the sight of someone you love
two-steppin' underneath your window
if you remember, it doesn't show
so, what are you running from?
is it the same thing you loved 'bout being young?
harmless thoughtlessness and bubbleguns
it's still enough, it always ways
and you're wrong to think you stay the same
if you don't grow up
i would've stayed with you
if you weren't always moving on
and i could've made changes too
if any moment had felt wrong
and if you weren't already gone
(but you're already gone)
'cause, you see, you just can't wait to separate
what you've got from what you want
and every minute's just one too late
and that leaves no time for silly songs
or sleeping in all summer long
(or sleeping out on summer lawns)
and i say there's no sense in running 'cause
it's pretty wonderful just being us
with our whole-hearted love and simpler lust
it's still enough, it always was
and either way things are gonna change
babe, what's the rush?
and you're wrong to think you stay the same
if you don't grow up
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