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A wet nosed friend of mine
All and all and by and by
Nothing even close to shy
All and all and by and by
I can’t help you, but I wish I could
Slept at the foot of my bed
Much stuffed in his hard head
Warm asleep and well fed
Much Stuffed in his hard head
I can’t help you, but I wish I could
Chase a cottontail
Smell the spring soil
On a boat I sail
Let your body coil
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College Song
02:00
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It’s blue outside and my mom went to bed
Eyes too fast to read the book you read
I feel like a car on the back of a tow truck with my parts hanging out
A leaf tucked under my windshield wiper
Couldn’t get sponsored by Pit Viper
I look like a hardwood forgotten pew through a stained-glass cloud
It’s okay, it’s okay
I promise I’ll graduate
It’s okay, it’s okay
I know what you want me to say, so I’ll say it either way
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I wonder every night when I go to bed
If I’m going to hell for using so much plastic
It’s hard not to worry when your entire degree
Makes every f*cking paper straw feel drastic
All my friends buying boats and investing in landlocked land
I’m lost in a sea of false hope, and you’re left on the sand
If my brain became a microwave, would you still love me?
If my body became a flatscreen, would you still love me?
If we had the same consciousness, would you still love me?
I don’t know if I would, I don’t know if I could
Every indie sap story I listen to at night
The glamorized apocalypse ends with a billionaire funded flight
I don’t wanna die but I don’t know what else to do
So I sit and brew waiting for you like a long-term perpetual stew
If my brain became a microwave, would you still love me?
If my body became a flatscreen, would you still love me?
If we had the same consciousness, would you still love me?
I don’t know if I would, I don’t know if I could
It’s so wild how this kind of tune has been sung so much before
A prophecy philosophy pedagogy as a result of endless war
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If I'd Been Born
05:07
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Smooth plastic mares
Swearing like sailors
Can’t keep track of the flavors
On the board
If I’d been born anywhere else, I don’t know if I’d be anyone else
Red cowboy boots
Purple recorder flutes
Play a Zeppelin tune
While my brother learned guitar
If I’d been born anywhere else, I don’t know if I’d be anyone else
Drawing cowgirls and puppies and fields with no wedge
Suburban soft landscape Bostonian edge
Pretend to hear wolves in mt front yard
It’s just traffic noise filtered through a field of Swiss chard
Stick together with glue
Paper collage in blue
Propped up right next to
A dog who would roll his eyes if he could
If I’d been born anywhere else, I don’t know if I’d be anyone else
An adorable narrative I got so used
With hints of constitution, I later tried to undo
Doing my best but I know I’ll go back to
The range of my street with squirrels that run away from you
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A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my life had entered it
And there were troughs beside
The closing of the simple lid
That opened to the sun
Until my tender carpenter
perpetual nail it down
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Inevitability
03:07
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She places her hand on my soft shoulders
And squeezes way too tight, so much colder
Chattering her teeth in my ear
Stop putting up a fight dear
Snow on soil caskets melts beneath my feet
Long forgotten faces leave behind skulls and teeth
I’m comforted to know how much is left when we leave
and I can breathe
I can breathe
Recipes written with disappearing hands
Birthday cards and graveyards
Are all I hold of them in the material sense
Like a weighted blanket I feel a presence
Spirits of dead horses trot around in my dreams
Their bodies disappearing in microbial streams
Afterlife or trees, whatever we may be
I can breathe
I can breathe
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Sparrows and Crows
03:32
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Hatchback with four flat tires
Sagging power wires
Hanging from the snow
A AAA tow in my icerink driveway
Late night at the emergency vet
Haven’t been told to pack it up yet
Water on my cheek
You can’t get me to speak
But we went home with some meds
Sparrows and crows don’t fly south for winter
They just sit here and stay in the cold
If you leave someone north will you still talk fondly with her?
Even if she’s nowhere to hold?
Nowhere to hold
A dog bite speckled with mud
You turn so pale at the sight of blood
Your sweet hazel eyes
Can’t take it as I wrap my wounded hand with gauze
Lifting turtles out of the road
I get back in my car to my dusty abode
The highway like a rope drags me up the slope
Leaving you behind in an avian dream
Sparrows and crows don’t fly south for winter
They just sit here and stay in the cold
If you leave someone north will you still talk fondly with her?
Even if she’s nowhere to hold?
Nowhere to hold
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You Smell
02:14
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I love you but you smell really bad
You should have kept that shampoo that you had
I can’t smell well anyway so you come to my place
Anyone of these days, any day
It’s a long ways away, so you might then perspirate
And if you decide to stay, bring me a bouquet
I love you but you smell really bad
It’s kind of cute so I’m really not that mad
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Adrenaline Junkie
02:34
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Baby you’re an adrenaline junkie
Why don’t you just go on and dump me?
Addicted to a thrill
Have you written up your will?
Risking living fast and dying young
Sounds like way too much fun for me
Cut my head off jumping off a cliff
Pull my chest out sending a front flip
Blades on my feet, chomping at the bit
I’m screaming so I can’t speak of it
You get off on the risk of it all
There’s nothing more climactic than a freefall
If it’s worth it to you I can have a back full of screws
But I need to sign a waiver just to go out with you
Baby you’re an adrenaline junkie
Why don’t you just go on and dump me?
Addicted to a thrill
Have you written up your will?
Risking living fast and dying young
Sounds like way too much fun for me
You’re an impossibility
A liability
Please don’t laugh at me when I see
Baby you’re an adrenaline junkie
Why don’t you just go on and dump me?
Addicted to a thrill
Have you written up your will?
Risking living fast and dying young
Sounds like way too much fun for me
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