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New Bird Call
04:12
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Where do you like to sleep
When your sheets are dirty
The bedbugs rest peacefully
In your hour of need
Warm wet rain fills my head
Tossing, turning inside me
Fraudulent balanced checks
Fill my bag full of money
And the weeping willow
Decides when tears will fall
While I return
To an infantile crawl
And have you noticed?
My eyes are closing?
And have you heard
The New Bird call?
I love you with my burdened chest
Featherweight
Pay-per-viewing
Wrap your hair around my neck
To ease the pain of lovebirds cooing
Are you scared of absolutes?
Blinding truths and surgeon's warnings?
Warm white wine and sweet vermouth
Your tooth decay covers your body
And the weeping willow
Decides when tears will fall
While I return
To an infantile crawl
And have you noticed?
My eyes are closing?
And have you heard
The New Bird call?
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2. |
Morning Do
02:17
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Leave the bed unmade
Pull the sheets to your ankles
I'm leaving soon
I gotta go back home
But the morning feels nice
I don't like to be alone
So you wrap your hands
Round the small of my back
And suddenly
The mornings gone
Its afternoon,
The sun shines too bright in your room
Calloused hands cover my eyes
Making for a shitty disguise
Wisecrack a joke
And fumble around
In yesterday's clothes
Turn to me love
You've got something on your
Nose
And I've got you
I've got you
I've got you
When there's nothing to do
I've got you
I've got you
Yeah I've got you
When the day is through
In the dark you may be
Overreacting
I'm your love
Don't forget
In the dark I may be
Constantly cooing
For something I'll
Never get
I've got you
I've got you
I've got you
When there's nothing to do
I've got you
I've got you
Yeah I've got you
When the day is through
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I could find myself
In the living room
Between the couch cushions
And the beer bottles
Could you spare me some change
I've gotta take the train
Back to the suburbs
Eat through all my leftovers it's
Not that hard
To run away
It's not that fucking difficult
To just stay
Where did I leave my brain again
I thought I had solved all the
Problems I had
With my friends
Where do I fit in
To your scenic overlook at a
Coffee shop
Somewhere in Brooklyn
Your name
Looks so divine
Littered all across my notebooks
In my lazy fifth grade cursive
I wrote you a letter
And here's something better
It's only been three days
Since we met at your place
If time makes no sense then
Spring forward and fall back again
And I'm terrified
Of losing my closest friends
Cause all they want is my
Social presence
But I think I'll go back to Brooklyn
Again
I'm a suburban burnout and I could use a hand
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4. |
Reciprocity
04:21
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Mosquitoes never bite me
I'm much too bitter for their liking
You say you can't get naked
Is that not what we've been doing?
Slowly learning divine masculine apathy
I've never seen you eat
But that's not what we've been doing
Atom from adam's blood
I'm still bare but you bare none
So take off your clothes to make me feel better
Say a bit too much to make me feel better
Be sick over me
So I am not the only one
In this memory
Barely naked chewing gum
And it won't be long
Till you come around
Barely thinking 'bout
Any naked doubt
Sharing an orange you get half I get a quarter
The other quarter goes to feed the doubt
That's been sitting
We're watching TV you turn your body just to face me
The freckles in your eyes tell me everything you're thinking
Watch the crystallizing sugar crust my eyes without blinking
The orange juice dripping down my chin
Sticking to my sin
So take off your clothes to make me feel better
Spill a little wine to make me feel better
Be sick over me
So I am not the only one in this memory
Barely naked chewing gum
Sick over me
So I am not the only one in the memory
Barely naked chewing gum mmm
And it won't be long
Till you come around
Barely thinkin' bout
Any naked doubt
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5. |
Bridge Under Water
04:31
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Chasing the penny forward
A long time
Cut back and spend some more
In no time
Chasing the penny forward
A long time
You're knocking on my door
At the wrong time
The wrong time, the wrong time
Brown water through my floors
It's hard to get right
But I brought a show dog
To a gun fight
Brown water pools some more
I'll lay there in spite
I brought a dog to a gun fight
A gun fight, a gun fight
With nowhere left to live
Nowhere left to live
Nowhere left to live
Nowhere left to live,
An old crustacean has taken my shoes
For his own
To be his forever and lawfully wed to the state of my body
As his home
Nowhere left to live,
Float my things down the river to give
All I offer to some distant pig
Heavy rocks weigh down under
The bridge under water
It's all water under the bridge
You set me up again and it's not right
How to survive with no money to bribe
How to know answers in marshes and tides
I'm a ruined romantic at differing heights
With nowhere left to live
Nowhere left to live
Nowhere left to live
Nowhere left to live,
An old crustacean has taken my shoes for his own
To be his forever and lawfully wed to the state of my body
As his home,
Nowhere left to live
Float my things down the river to give
All I offer to some distant pig
Heavy rocks weigh down under
The bridge under water
It's all water under the bridge
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6. |
Ghosts in the Garden
03:45
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Ghosts in the garden
Are you here to haunt or torture
Have you been watching
Me waking through the window every morning?
Under the floorboards
I hear a little voice calling for me
Out in the cold
I thought that only I could please his pleading
So I let you live in my garden
But you put four walls up instead
Built a big house in my garden
And covered my body in cement
You cut down the garden
Flattened all the flowers for your party
Kicked out the cat that's
Been wandering around
Naked and starving
Oh how you still haunt me,
After all the mice have left their homes
No water left to drown me
And when I die I won't be left alone
Still I let you live in my garden
But you put four walls up instead
Built a big house in my garden
And covered my body in cement
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7. |
Sidewalk
03:28
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The bugs on the sidewalk
Are looking up my skirt
They see my underwear,
All I see is dirt
Locking my knees
And crossing my eyes
Cutting myself short
For the millionth time
Crossing my T's
And dotting my I's
Letting the shadow
Carve into my spine
The old man watches as I
Roll another joint
The bells ring fast on the hour
Again, I disappoint
So I set it on fire
And burn it to bits
Asking the ashes
To tell me a secret
Eyes on the prize
And hands in the flames
My body's a temple
Or what little remains of me
I have no degree
Of sight beyond the stranger who claims
She knows me
Well I've got a trick up my sleeve
Subway car magic and
Slight of hand tragedy strikes me
Fish in the microwave and
Poison on my tongue
Seek the means to the end of the meat
Which you have won and
Swallow it down,
Down and meet with the bugs
Swallow it down, down
And meet with the bugs
Swallow it down, down
And meet with the bugs
Swallow it down, down
And meet with the bugs
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8. |
Hunting Song
04:30
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I'm aiming my bow up at the sky
But I can't find my target
All the birds seem to pass me by
The closer and closer I get
Maybe they're shy
Or maybe they just don't like me
Either way they'll die
So cheers to not knowing me
I've never been the best at
Keeping things quiet
So go
Lay in the tall dry grass
And try not to make a sound
You see it's harder than you think
To keep control of everything
As much as my mother likes
To scold me in the mornings
I do love that early light
But it doesn't think much of me
Nothing sticks like glue
But I still feel the heartache
Of puddles I fell into,
A nervous clock rewinding
You're a sad excuse for
Something walking
A four poster bed of
Glass and rocks and
Each love talks of
Ending while we're still young
If only you could
Mind your chatter
Pray, be still oh
What's the matter?
I'll send the cat to
Go catch your tongue
Now there's a moment
Now there's a moment
Now there's a moment
And I'll
Lay in the tall dry grass
And try not to make a sound
I fire my final shot
And aim it right into your crown
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Whirlybird New York, New York
Trans sound maker with a penchant for birds
Atlanta, New York
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