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Memory
03:39
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The closest thing to heaven or hell is the feeling
I get when you tell of me,
The roots of the willow trees nudge me softly out of my sleep
So I can look upon your memory and weep
For you, with you, for me
If you could, I’d like a fall one when the red sun’s
Just a hint of warm -- when the homespun joys
Swallowed down the poison at our backdoors
If at all you choose to keep anything,
Let it be the way I speak to you
Don’t let my voice get weak, unable to greet
Your conscience once more
The closest thing to heaven or hell is the feeling
I get when you tell of me,
The roots of the willow trees nudge me softly out of my sleep
So I can look upon your memory and weep
For you, with you, for me
I don’t need no idols and I do well without beads
I find it feels better to lie between the heather and weeds
My soul would climb up a dandelion puff
And catch the wind somewhere
Leave the granite alone, don’t you look for my bones,
They’re not there
The closest thing to heaven or hell is the feeling
I get when you tell of me,
The roots of the willow trees nudge me softly out of my sleep
So I can look upon your memory and weep
For you, with you, for me
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2. |
Kiss Me
03:23
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Time is tugging on your sleeve, begging for a brief reprieve
From all the running that it’s done in the past four years
Pipes and brick lay all exposed,
Burlesque show of battered holes,
Where the people throw their stones at what they fear
But nothing’s really here, is it?
Passing in the round for your hit of something good
That tells you, yes, you’re feeling the way you should
So won’t you kiss me, and you will see
How important I am to you and all the things that I would do
To calm the chatter that’s rattling within you
My words hang heavy in the air, I nervously arrange my hair
To distract my hands from what they wish to do
A thought is only that until you let it leave the windowsill
Of consciousness out of which you let it pine through
But nothing’s really here, is it?
Passing in the round for your hit of something good
That tells you, yes, you’re feeling the way you should
So won’t you kiss me, and you will see
How important I am to you and all the things that I would do
To calm the chatter that’s rattling within you
Cause I like the colors I paint you in my mind
Burgundies and indigo mixing in with mine
We come to find that all we really needed was a little more time
But nothing’s really here, is it?
Passing in the round for your hit of something good
That tells you, yes, you’re feeling the way you should
So won’t you kiss me, and you will see
How important I am to you and all the things that I would do
To calm the chatter that’s rattling within you
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3. |
A Short Note
03:05
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I don’t really wanna love you, but I know I should
I don’t really wanna love you, darling,
Even though people say it’ll make me feel good
Cause the tension’s all I’ve ever known, it’s how I’ve grown
And I find it easier to give in to the nasty thoughts
That cloud and rot my fragile skin
But I know I should love you, so I’m going to learn
To think the very highest of you, gonna make sure our love burns
I know I should care about how you feel
And where you wanna go
What mood you’re in, if you’re high or if you’re low
Oh I think that I could be all that I need for me if I tried
But I don’t wanna love you, I feel it in my bones
I never quite fit in the skin that I’m in,
Never felt like my home
Even though the bills and magazines were all addressed to me
I could not shake the thought
That I’d be found to be locked out without a key -- a fraud
But I know I should love you, so I’m going to learn
To think the very highest of you, gonna make sure our love burns
I’m gonna care about how you feel and where you wanna go,
What mood you’re in, if you’re high or if you’re low,
Oh I think that I could be all that I need for me if I try
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4. |
Goldman
04:11
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Beneath the moon she sings a song she hasn’t sung before
Serrated imitation, soft contemplation, waiting to run the course
She watches the waves red as wine
Dance back and forth into the brine
That swallows every strand of fragmented light
Yet she cries and she swoons for her kingdom that fell
When the poor masters of the earth drew up ringleaders of hell
Her gaze cuts through the night as lords and concubines
Break the reeds and burn the strings in jagged bursts of time
I’d search said she every nook of the land,
Over hell and half of Georgia I’d go to find a man
Who weaves gold out of the air
Spins his hands and then it’s there
And would his fingers dancing now with such
Tender consideration look the same as they are
Dancing through my hair, oh touch me there
Sifting through syntax, devouring lines
Searching for scraps of what in her mind
Is a dream of herself, self cast and self praised
Wrapped round the towers that seen better days
Dipped in the blue of an Atlantic hue
Searching for sounds both poignant and true
Strands of gold tie her hands to his
In the light of the evening, in the wake of a wish
I’d search said she every nook of the land,
Over hell and half of Georgia I’d go to find a man
Who weaves gold out of the air
Spins his hands and then it’s there
And would his fingers dancing now with such
Tender consideration look the same as they are
Dancing through my hair, oh touch me there
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You say you love me cause of the way I burn you in the night
You say you love me better than the other girls
Because I put up a fight
You always were attracted to the spirits on my lips
And the way I let you kiss me slowly
Cloudy thoughts sprung from a well,
And I was too fucked up to tell
That I was only running from the lonely
You say the rage behind my eyes lights a spark
The likes of which you’d never seen
Running from the monsters that I meet in the dark
In the bottom most depths of my dreams
A twisted messy pirouette I try my best just to forget
Until another time spins me round again
Into the haunches of a lion that I am fruitlessly trying
To beard inside of his own den
But I love you still despite the thrill that chill me to my bone
I’ll never get my fill of lead and chamomile,
For better or worse, you are my home
I roll another smoke for us to eat for breakfast, then for lunch,
We sip a little wine and talk in stares
And I let your eyes melt into mine,
Feel you make home in my mind, a prick or two
But I never cared
For I always was attracted to the spirits on your lips,
And the way you let me kiss you slowly
I never stood from when I fell into my own personal hell
That made me feel divinely unholy
But I love you still despite the thrill that chill me to my bone
I’ll never get my fill of lead and chamomile,
For better or worse, you are my home
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6. |
Valentine
03:54
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Times are hard, I just get by, this day and age
Half a man’s wage goes towards paying for him to die
But I make do, live a good life
I’ve got land with a view and a pretty wife, my valentine
Still, the frost is coming, I see it on both sides
Of the glass reflecting back with no reprieve
Oh, the seasons start to change and I find
The same changes in me
Sometimes looking in my eyes is the only confirmation
That I’m still the man I recall trying to be
So when you lay me down to turn to dust,
Promise me you’ll go and have a strong drink for the both of us
Sink all my money in it, the kind we’d only get if
We struck gold down in the mine
But I jumped planes, waded through gray,
It’s not a trick I manage each day
So I think that this time it would be fine
If from now on and for tonight you drink yours and mine
They’ll take your money for most anything,
Rip out your cords, stick em to the door,
And then ask for you to sing
The call is out, a cry for help
We’re busy handing out pills we wouldn’t dare swallow ourselfs
I sometimes wonder if it’s under me to try,
But regardless if I’m high or not, we’d both find ways to die + rot
Rinse the memories till you’ve forgot
And after you’ve spoken your parting words
Promise me you’ll dust off that bottle of top shelf reserve
It’s not pure denial, but a better way to mourn,
Pour a drink and take it down, and the memory is born
Oh I carried the weight, looked down from the bridge,
I kept it together, I didn’t slip
In the name of moving on, it would be right
If from now on and for tonight you drink yours and mine
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7. |
Tornado
02:33
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The sky is turning green and the boughs are bending hard
The birds have flown away, felt something different
In their hearts, and so it starts, and so it starts
Black freight train tunnels down a straight lane
To my front door and it comes on in like it’s been there before
Like it’s been there before
Opens up my cupboard drawers
And spills the pots and pans on the kitchen floor,
Then scatters and dances with em till my ears are sore
Rolls out with a deafening shout, towards town square
Leaving trails everywhere of blood and dirt and mire
Along the way
And the benches where I used to tease you
Found new homes in the sycamore trees, ooh
I don’t know how much more this place can take
Sirens blaring and a stranger’s telling me
To move location to a place I’d rather be
But home’s just a pile of matchsticks along the way
Cause I saw it coming from a mile away, and stayed,
Sometimes I get that way
Wanna stare it in its face
Cause I saw it coming from a mile away, and stayed,
Sometimes I get that way
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I fell in love with a figment of my imagination,
Tough shit, far too much hesitation
I would like to learn to open my doors
But the handles aren’t there any more, I don’t know what for
You are the brightest soul that heaven’s ever seen
You’ve got the type of soul that’d make Jesus Christ look mean
I wish I could catch you, but you’re just too high for me
Fingertips are just out of reach, blind and I forgot how to see
I fell apart when you took my hand and kissed it
Just the start and I knew I couldn’t miss it
The space between us makes me want to fucking scream
Not as bad as it seems, wish I could keep you in my dreams
But oh, I wish a lot of things
You had the sweetest way of saying that it’s over
Your words are milk and honey, your voice a four leaf clover
You twist the language beautifully my dear
Tell me what I like to hear,
Tell me not to fear,
Your intentions were clear
I knew the song had to end and it looks like she’s right here
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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky
Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.
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