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Changed Your Mind
01:37
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I haven't pretended you've died
'Cause I'm not very good with lies
And I'd rather not be surprised
To find you someday alive
I see you've changed your mind
You have her now to watch t.v.
And you probably hold her hand
And never think of me
My friends are very bored of you
They all think you're very wrong
A friend called to cheer me up
And we came up with this song
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee weeeell
I'll see you in hell
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2. |
Real Real Blonde
03:07
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You turned your back on trees
But lived for the airbrushed roses
On each protracted nail
And for strutting under disco lights
Into the arms of any danger
In the likeness of dangerous men
Years later you stumbled into motherhood
With a bottle in each hand
One to forget the pain
The other to forget about having to forget
Whatever it was behind those little girl eyes
I still remember your thighs
Choking from the cut of circulation
How you wore your skirt so tight
And your intoxicated laugh
Spilling into the night
After declaring you've always been
A tequila girl and that's true
But we also knew
You were never a real, real blonde
You were never a real, real blonde
You were never a real, real blonde
You were never a real, real blonde
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3. |
Cocaine Cul de Sac
04:56
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Trick Daddy and hits of LSD
On the bedroom floor a brick of weed
Robitussin trips, a forty and speed
This is how you'll be remembered
Sex appeal on a crucifix
Last I heard she's turning tricks
To pay for titties and for a fix
This is how you'll be remembered
This is how you'll be remembered
All houses pink and bright
Strangers entering them at night
Seemed so different in daylight
Seemed so different in daylight
Pastel grandmas in the shade
Watching dealers getting paid
Fake no fear, or be afraid
This is how you'll be remembered
This is how you'll be remembered
This is how you'll be remembered
This is how you'll be remembered
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4. |
XstrawberryX
03:10
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No more calls from Tallahassee to Kansas
You are frozen in twenty-three
I didn't call on your birthday a decade ago
But you exist in the dark, as an afterthought
In the lowest part of me
You whispered your dreams like they were dying words
On the fateful trip to New York
In a stranger's bed with the American Flag
Tied to a need, on your hands and your knees
Like the lines from the devil's joke
I hope you've traded the cards you were dealt
I hope you're looking through rose-colored lens
And who are you now, if not like before?
In those innocent days of a snake and a mouse
Mislead and mistaken for friends
Your hair hangs straight and black
In this photograph of you I keep
You are lost in the light, but like a bullet in flight
Your smile smiles back threatening to get me in my sleep
In my sleep
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5. |
Son Of Barb
03:07
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Every Friday in the shallow waters
Of a cocktail sea
You are born again
Into how you wish you'd be
The women at your side
Laughing at your jokes
But they don't get the gist
That between the lines
Something's amiss
Something's amiss
How is it that I could
Have been so blind
When you came for me
For the second time
Scumbag Jesus
Coming for the dead
Pinned to sky-blue sheets
On your king-sized bed
Compared to you
I'm on the wrong side of time
A minute ahead
Or a decade behind
I've yet to catch up
I've yet to catch up
A minute ahead
Or a decade behind
Now I'm dragging my head across the wall
Leaving a hand in the air to break my fall
In case I fall
In case I fall
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6. |
Mike's Property
03:49
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I am a terrible man, an awful man
Gonna ruin this one for you
Because you'll let me, because I can
And it ain't over 'til I'm through
First you're gonna let me hold your hand
Then I'm gonna whisper in your ear
Trust in my sweet and careful words
I am the definition of sincere
You like my clothes, don't you? You like sushi?
My car and I go really real fast
Let me tell you about the best sex I had
It wasn't with you, and I know you didn't ask
Duh, duh I'm into you
You are exactly what I like
Uhh, I'm so into you
Nice to meet you, I'm Mike
Don't look at me with tears in your eyes
I live to laugh at moments like these
It's your fault for believing in lies
I never said I wasn't a sleaze
Can you blame be for who I am?
I am the son of another man
Well, it's you who doesn't understand
I told you before, I am a terrible man
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7. |
Jason Hatred
03:15
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I had a dream about you
Your blisters wept into my teeth
It was like jumping into
An icy river, your kiss
The night seemed so flat
I saw small houses lit from within
They represented home
But we drove right past it
In my joy I felt the sadness
I held inside my mouth for so long
And I finally had you
But it wasn't like I'd imagined
And I was sorry
And I was so sorry
And I was sorry
For you
I don't know if I'll ever know
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Before the error was trial and there you were
Negotiating kisses under the stars
You had a friend, a minor version of you
He was a wild horse dulled by ketamine nights
You used to merge with him
Dispelling the breeze in opposites
Disheveling the grass under your skin
Backyard wrestling was your favorite thing
Eyes of swamp green leather
Wicked grin
There are many just like you
They have made more every since
On the wall about your bed
There was a portrait of cupid at odds
With everything I ever was
So I held myself hostage from promises
I never made with intentions to keep
And I let your desires down in blankets
And dissolve into floral motifs
I seemed so stupid, didn't I?
These lessons our never ours to choose
Beware of those who have nothing
Beware of those who have nothing to lose
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9. |
Ballerina
03:15
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I've wasted so much time
Staring into stranger's eyes
Mapping out diagrams
For how to live a life
I've talked about things
I didn't understand
I've dressed the parts to hold
Another's hands
In dreams I've been napkins
Folded into swans
In life I've been a thread
Shaking in the wind
And all I've ever really learned is
If you don't bend you'll break
And having all the grace is fine
But it still won't get you saved
Rehearsing new bodies
In silent afternoons
In the emptiness
Of anonymous rooms
Just to forget I even had a name
You are doing it to forget my name
To be nowhere in your thoughts again
(To be honest, I'm doing just the same)
And all I've ever really learned is
If you don't bend you'll break
And having all the grace is fine
But it still won't get you saved
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10. |
Kind Of Bird
03:04
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It's late in this room, even the stars have gone to bed
The whiskey is overworked, I've already forgotten everything we've said
But you still open your mouth and let your weaknesses spill
Saying you're the kind of bird that makes an easy kill
Well there's no sympathy left
For the lonely and bored
When the city begins to feel too tight
No one is there to open its doors
And here you're with the ambassador of broken things
If it's love you want that's the kind of help I cannot bring
There are no words that can change what time takes away
And you're the kind of stubborn man that keeps trying anyway
So tonight upon the pillow
Where you lay your head to rest
Don't think of me, just wish for sleep
That helps you dream
And helps you to forget
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Romantic States Baltimore, Maryland
minimalist rock band out of Baltimore.
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