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Acid Winter
02:31
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Acid in the winter, Los angeles. Our eyes met, she said, “David I can’t handle this feeling.” So I spoke from a comforting angle as we stood underneath the soft star-spangled ceiling. “Oh, it’s not the alchemy we’re using. Every time that you kiss me it loses more meaning.” Alcohol in the Scratcher, New York City. Every time I think her name the memories give me fear. When I’d lay my body beside her, she’d pull, yeah, pull me in tighter and nearer. And I’d know there can’t be no other. Do they always have to kill you ‘til you’re covered in tears?
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You say that love is for the birds in a city full of women when you’ve got a way with words. But, tell me, can you get away from hers? It tracks you down walking, it keeps your sinner’s tongue from talking. You have been taken by surprise ‘cause the calculated smile in your honest man’s disguise, always talking with the gift of perfect time, and what could not be resisted has been replaced by something different. You never thought you’d see the day but now it’s here. You have been taken by surprise. It tracks you down walking, it keeps your sinner’s tongue from talking.
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Not A Punk
03:19
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I don’t mind your green hair flowing from your head to your knees and kinda like your bare skin showing through the holes of your jeans. But I don’t have a leather jacket, honey, never been one in my trunk. I’m sorry baby, I’m not a punk. I was watching Jeopardy and listening to Lemonade. You were polishing your studs and sharpening your blades, reading zines by vegan teens who dumpster dive for jackpot junk. I’m sorry baby, I’m not a punk. Hüsker Dü, Siouxsie Sioux, Minutemen, and Minor Threat: love it all but don’t try to call until you’re down with Babs and Bette. If you’re looking for a crusty lover, find yourself a different hunk. I’m sorry baby, I’m not a punk.
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I said so many things, some tender and true. And others were spoken to get a rise from you. The words were rolling off my tongue but I never said I was the one. Some things said sweetly while others in jest. And some were spoken, just meant to impress. I’d tell you anything under the sun but I never said I was the one. Don’t you get so sentimental. It’s not the end of the world. Love isn’t always so gentle. Did you think the roads were paved with diamonds and flowers and pearls? You got a good heart and two working ears but you only ever hear what you wanna hear. Now I don’t wanna confuse you none. I never said I was the one. No, I don’t wanna confuse you none. I never said I was the one.
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Red Front Door
03:35
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I can’t help their inviting glances. But I’m trying hard as I can to stop these hands from sure advances and put to death the ladies man. I’ll be leaving here after breakfast. I’ll think about it on the train. Come home and pick up where I left us and give her nothing to explain. I can’t live this way no more. She keeps a candle burning by the red front door. I can’t live this way no more. She falls asleep and waits for me to come in through the red front door. Now, I can hear the whistle blowing. I can feel the trembling. She never asks me where I’m going and I don’t tell her where I’ve been.
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Maggie's Theme
00:48
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I look at every face. I have now returned where you found me and dug up every memory of the place. I feel the phantom of you all around me and so I look at every face. I look at every face. Love will find you when you least expect it. In between the errands and the chores. In every pair of eyes that passes by me, I retrace the lines until they’re yours.
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Karen
02:45
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Gin is what I’m drinking sitting next to you in the sandy bar. Suddenly I’m thinking, “how do I know so quickly who you are?” Karen. Whiskey for your muzzle. Jukebox plays your favorite Nilsson jam. Talk baseball and puzzles. How do you know exactly who I am? Karen. Show me your apartment, play a record, pour another round. Desire sharpens. I’m kissing you before I leave this town.
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Lulav
05:05
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We are no longer young or noble. We said goodbye even though I didn’t want to let you go. There’s no good reason wasting all the hours in the day. Feeling though at times I can’t help it. Remembering letting you go. I’d give my life to you if you want. I’d dig up all the memories I buried in the yard. And spend my days among the trees. You’ll paint the door with lamb’s blood for all the world to see. No, not in this world, not in this time. Only in dreams. You’ll find the text, encant the words our mothers wrote for us to hear before the candles burn. I’ll hold the fruit and shake the leaf. The citron ripe and golden with the green of hadar tree.
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You wanna be with somebody. It never seems to last. Think you could love anybody if you only had the chance. Cut it off in the middle, acted like you didn’t care. But I saw you in the window throwing punches in the air. Don’t take your heartache out on the world. Wipe the chip off your shoulder, it ain’t no way to live. No one has ever grown colder who once had so much warm love to give. You wanna be with somebody. It never seems to last. Think you could love anybody. You better change up fast. Don’t take your heartache out on the world. Why don’t you wipe away the chip from your shoulder? Pick yourself up, you got so much love to give.
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Magic Words
02:51
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Magic words: looking for magic words that will bring you back to my arms. Singing birds: do they sing magic words that will bring you back to my arms? Magic words: there are no magic words that will bring you back to my arms, darling, bring you back to me.
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