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Same Old Thrill
02:55
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By now we’re off the carousel
And I can almost tell, summer’s gonna lose you
Allow for some weathered shell, seaside bagatelle
To stand in for our time, warm your windowsill
It’s still the same old thrill
By now you’re midway down the lane,
I’m back home again, wondering how to hold you
But how will I avoid the pain, but to hear your name
Crawling through the air waves, rolling down the hill
It’s still the same old thrill
By now September’s come and gone
I’m out on the lawn, trying not to tease you
Out loud, how to grow alone - curious, outshone
Waiting in the light, like a whippoorwill
It’s still the same old thrill
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Jenny
02:45
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It was a time of fences made of bones
And a river of virgin tears
She wore a daisy chain of lies
And he was gone for years
And the trials were bound to multiply
As her temper gently seared
She knew that her heart, at twenty summers
Would be blinded out of fear
No cold daydream of revenge
And no escape from stone
She was locked away for hours
Waiting all alone
When the bars were finally broken
For to make their loving strong
The last small glance, stole with care,
Left her warm down to the bone
She’ll be waiting till the rushes lose their light
Not the crown you want to fight
Whisperin’ that it’s got to be tonight
Hold me, just be polite
Well the days were troubled, nights long
But their love it always grew
He combed her hair, heard a knock
And his arms she fell into
And forever to part company
Forgiven by those he knew
Her one true Lance, filled with pride
Had to hold and bid her adieu
She’ll be waiting till the rushes lose their light
Not the crown you want to fight
Whisperin’ that it’s got to be tonight
Hold me, just be polite
Hold me, just be polite
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Swept Below
03:25
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Wrinkled coat, knowing eye
String of pearls wrapped me round your little finger
Linger, she whispered
Had me at hello, swept below
Wholesome smile, siren wave
Golden chain’s now become cold on my finger
Linger, she whispered
Had me at hello, swept below
Cleaning house, walking slow
Found a coat with a wrinkle
Learn not to linger, linger, linger
Had me at hello, swept below
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4. |
Little Blue Refrain
03:26
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I’ll remind you, I just can’t tell you enough
They all pass through
All those smokers think they’re tough
You've got ashes on your coat and a pocket filled with rain
So you brave the night alone,
With a little blue refrain
Saw a june bug, I turned on the evening fan
What I heard of
Was a lost ship reaching land
Got a glow stick in the dark,
I hoped it could light the way
Wait, it only goes so long
And it’s on its final spark
Have a lodestar and it’s always pointing wrong
I invite you, go ahead and sing along
You still have your old refrain
And you wear it like a watch
Open up, stay the same
Compass hands are always
I was northbound when you called me on the train
It’s been five years, but your voice still sounds the same
God I wish that I were free to say what you mean to me
But you’re late again, again, again I guess it has to wait
God I wish that I were free to say what you mean to me
But you’re late again, again, again I guess it has to wait
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Write Soon
03:11
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Fancy that, the horizon
Fancy a glass of wine?
Sometimes we’re just talking
Sometimes left behind
Thought I’d go to Tahoe
Sounds like you’re doing fine
Cave Rocks on the postcard
Sometime drop a line
And I’m writing by the window of the room
And I hope that I’ll be seeing you
Well how did you finish up in school?
Fancy that
Write soon
They say wonders all around us
But I’m immune to its charm
They could sing all in chorus
I could give a darn
I take out my old paintbox
I start to paint the sky
Wondrin' if you’re still dreaming
Still ask yourself why
And I’m writing by the window of the room
And I hope that I’ll be seeing you
Well how did you finish up in school?
Fancy that
And I’m writing by the window of the room
And I hope that I’ll be seeing you
Well how did you finish up in school?
Fancy that
Well fancy that
Well fancy that
Write soon
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Language
02:47
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Where once was fire in the night
Once a circle burning bright
Once we had no dismay
Such a shame to hear you say
We got language
Hesitation
My tired communication
We got votive little candles
Filled your space with imagination
Where once hands raised to talk
Once two strangers on a walk
Building up room to say
Maybe we’re out of luck
We got people worth knowing
We got footwork that’s worth showing
Travel plans, well, they may vary
Fill my space or I’ll get going
We got language
Hesitation
My tired communication
We got votive little candles
Fill my space with imagination
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Chesapeake Coat
03:53
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Run straight for the cover
And run for me a quick mile
You’ll be my vagrant lover
Lonesome vagabond smile
Take me past this great snowfall
And read me past this great tome
A shimmer, a lightness
Where I can be lone
Where I can be home
To your Chesapeake coat
Bury me close to the lilies
And shepherd me ‘neath a stream
Kindness once so unknown
I’d grown with a conscious so clean
Down past the willows
And swept along Wabasha
A sweetness arose
And there a great fall
Where first I saw
Your Chesapeake coat
Taken down with such sorrow
And led astray with such vice
Then you would show me something
Something that could be nice
Bright like the first morning
And blessed like the glow
Awake in the night
With eyes so remote
Never we spoke
About your Chesapeake coat
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Lady love was sugar on the playground
Mother nature she was the dirt
Where do you go, where do you go
Where do you go when you get yourself hurt?
Strung out on a string
Beer to make you sing
A lullaby, a ballad from the sea
Laser-vision quick, don’t it make you sick
To represent yourself to the scene?
Supposin’ that I knew you better
Supposin’ that I liked your face
Supposin’ we’d be back by dinner
Could we get out of this place?
Spinnin' little treats, fairy lights and sweets
Anything to catch your eye
Where do you buy, where do you buy,
Where do you buy a pretty little lie?
Little circles intertwined, an outline of a state
A bird, a bat, mechanics of a bull
Tattoo on my fist
A little girl has paid for this
To represent herself to the scene
Supposin’ that I knew you better
Supposin’ that I liked your face
Supposin’ we’d be back by dinner
Could we get out of this place?
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Tanbark Brooklyn, New York
Tanbark is Chloe Nelson and James Jannicelli from Brooklyn, New York.
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