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1. |
Aimee
04:25
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Aimee,
in a dream I saw you shivering
beneath the sodium streetlights,
his hand on your thigh.
I felt either
impaired or hurt.
Aimee,
I’ve had trouble sitting next to you
for the last three months—
wasn’t cool enough to be touched.
Now I’m either
in love or not.
Crazy
how some hearts are always breaking,
that there’s streets they’re always paving—
still never a clear route to get back to you.
There’s either
a heaven or hell.
I’m either
in love or not.
(You're not. Ugh.)
But when I saw your eyes
in that picture you put online,
I knew I wasn’t fine.
I wrote some shitty songs
‘bout how the river smelled like wine.
I bet you don’t have the time to listen, do you, Aimee?
Wish I could be a little older.
Be a little older/taller.
Be a little older/smarter.
Be a little older/harder.
Be a little older/cooler.
Be a little older/wiser.
Be a little older.
Be a little.
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Before I saw her
standing in my kitchen,
I couldn't breathe right,
I didn't know what I was missing.
But then I saw her
standing in my kitchen.
So I said, 'Darling,'
but she didn't feel like kissing then.
I said to her,
'Well I'm glad I met you
just before
the walls caved in.'
Now I remember
knocking on her window—
the July moonlight
just laying on the bay.
And when I saw her
standing in that window,
hair tied to the side,
it kinda made me feel like dancing.
Now I love her
and I
want her all the time
and it seems like that's alright.
Wrote a list of all the
things she means to me.
Thought of all the nights we
stayed out way past three.
If I had
more to give I would, but
baby all I've got for you
are these songs.
Girl living down on the Susquehanna.
Girl living down on the Susquehanna.
Girl living down on the Susquehanna.
Girl living down on the Susquehanna.
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3. |
Come Visit, Baby
03:12
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Hey Joe,
it's aunt ———.
When you get a chance,
give me a call, you'd be
going right by Evergreen,
I think, coming from Crested
Butt? Butte? Whatever?
I don't know if you had a specific reason
to go to Boulder or if you were just planning
on meeting us? So give me a call
and let me know. I don't know
how you're traveling either.
Bus? Car? Hitchhiking?
What's going on?
Talk to you.
Bye.
I've heard that things haven't
gone so well for you.
You lost your dog,
running in the street, you can't
kick percocet.
I bought that new Car Seat Headrest.
It sounded like Elliot Smith with
the best-cursed grunge band
anyone's ever met.
Do you have plans yet
for tomorrow night?
I don't know, if you want
you can come over.
We'll flip off the lights
and listen.
You won't even have to say
a single word. There's no point
in talking over this,
we'll just lay there like kids.
You've got such wary, shaded eyes.
You speak those sweet O'Hara lines.
Come visit, baby.
It's been a long, hot summer.
Have you gone and found another? If not,
come visit, baby.
I know we haven't talked much.
But right now I'm dying for your touch.
Come visit, baby.
What good's it do us not to try?
Who knows maybe we'll work this time?
Come visit, baby.
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4. |
In Aberdeen
03:45
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It’s all I can do
to write about you
now that you’ve found another.
We had so much fun
in the nude all June.
Who cares it pissed off your mother?
I miss your hair,
miss your August gloom.
I miss your thing for Burnett’s.
So what can I do
when the sun sinks low,
and the moon slinks picturesque?
The morning mist forms a dew
on grass never seen
by your eyes,
an endless green.
Because they left me long ago
when we were both seventeen—
in Aberdeen.
Sure, you looked cool
in your Cass McCombs shirt,
but we grew up, you gave in.
You made me a mix
I still listen to some
(I don’t like most of it
anymore).
The morning mist forms a dew
on grass never seen
by your eyes,
an endless green.
Because they left me long ago
when we were both seventeen—
in Aberdeen.
It’s all I can do
to sit and think of you.
It’s all I can do
to sleep and dream of you.
I don’t know why
but I think I still love you—
if only in Aberdeen.
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5. |
Susky/Slow Life
03:31
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So let’s go down to the park,
pray for the rain,
follow the strays around.
Cuz I’ve been waiting for weeks,
faking for weeks,
hoping you’d care,
cuz that’s what I need now.
Get out of bed.
It’s been how many weeks?
My friend's got some beer,
I got the weed.
Oh come on darling
(we used to be darlings),
and now that you’re home,
well, I already tried not calling.
I’ve missed the Susky, the slow life,
the way the moon shone in your eyes.
Now that we’re back on the river,
I want your skin on mine all the time.
Tell me all ‘bout your new friends,
the South Beach trends.
Do you miss the fall?
I miss the way I fell for you then,
we read the newspaper and
you did the crosswords.
Nights, we spent ‘em all.
I’ve missed the Susky, the slow life,
the way the moon shone in your eyes.
Now that we’re back on the river,
I want your skin on mine all the time.
I’ve missed the Susky, the slow life,
kept having dreams where you were mine.
Now that we’re back on the river
I’m feeling high.
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6. |
Marlboro Dudes
02:06
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They’d have pirate eyes
and shit-eating smiles.
They’d be all strung up
with their throats on fire.
Why don’t they just say,
’OK we’ll step off our thrones?’
Or say, ‘No sir, it’s too cold,
we’re going home?’
Listen closely
the water’s warm, time to de-robe.
Don’t say, ‘No sir, it’s too cold,
I’m going home.’
Alone.
Marlboro (Marlboro) dudes.
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7. |
F*cked Up Song
03:46
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These last couple months,
I haven’t slept enough.
Been out late every night,
been drinking to make things right.
In my head there’s a song,
and it keeps sounding wrong.
But next time you’re in my room,
if you want, I’ll play it for you.
It should sound like
all of the colors in the sky
were put there
for me and you.
Sometimes when I get to
thinking about it,
yeah I find I can hardly speak.
Yeah I got such a bleeding heart
about it.
So I’ll just sing. I’ll just sing
my fucked up song.
It should sound like
all of the colors in the sky
were put there
for me and you.
Sometimes when I get to
thinking about it.
Yeah I find I can hardly speak.
Yeah I got such a bleeding heart
about it.
So I’ll just sing. I’ll just sing
my fucked up song.
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8. |
Signs of the Holocene
06:52
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In the garden
I could hear you hum. (mmmmm)
Sounded a little like
a crooning Judee Sill.
And it’s funny how different tongues can taste—
cheap wine, double bubble gum.
Or how all my insecurities
shelf in aisle three?
Away from me.
I've got a sister
who reads dreams for fun.
I’ve got a mother
who reads obituaries.
How come every time you text me it’s to say you’re in love
with somebody new?
Your mind is moving, moving, moving, moving, moving,
and mine’s staying still.
In the time I’ve come to know you
I’ve been trying
to ignore the way December leaves
signs of the Holocene.
It’s been really good to know you
in this century.
Let’s keep running ’til we run out of
signs of the Holocene.
I need to get up out of bed,
I need to go and wash my hair.
I need to write another song,
they keep not going anywhere.
How come every night I wake up to the same freighter train
flashing through the trees?
You’d think that now I would be used to it—
now I would be—I’m not used to it.
In the time I’ve come to know you
I’ve been trying
to ignore way December leaves,
signs of the Holocene.
It’s been really good to know you
in this century.
Let’s keep running ’til we run out of
signs of the Holocene.
(Well now Aimee heres the thing:
I've got time left still to sing,
so here's the deal.
I'm sorry.
Lately I've been feeling dead.
You've got such a comfy bed.
I hope you're sleeping
better than me.
Now that I've had time to think,
now I'm eight days since a drink,
it's time to—
time to start on the rest.
Now that all these things are said,
now that I've kicked cigarettes,
it's time to—
time to start on the rest.)
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