1. |
Horse and Home
05:17
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We smoke in stairwells
kiss in Castaic hills
And my baby is made of love
And if you see her
digging and planting things into me
don’t worry, she knows what she’s doing
And now that you’re here
the fear kicks in
but still I can’t wait
and thank God I found you
when I did
in the most unsuspecting place
my life keeps changing in so many ways
it’s strange to me
and thank God I found you
where I did
on a bridge over hell
We undress in quiet room and open windows
and someday...
we’ll have a horse and a home
and I’d be a fool
to think I could possess her soul
but maybe her body could be my clothes
And now that you’re here
the fear kicks in
but still I can’t wait
and thank God I found you
when I did
in the most unsuspecting place
my life keeps changing in so many ways
it’s strange to me
and thank God I found you
where I did
on a bridge over hell
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2. |
Beachwood
04:11
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I drove up Beachwood
To meet you in the canyon
that was so long ago
We slept in a kid bed
the blanket barely covered up
that was so long ago
You are a great mountain range
that I keep seeing in different ways
clothed in sunlight, clothed in the night
you are the heart
the blood of my life
I drove down Franklin
to meet you in the holly hills
that was so long ago
We smoked on the rooftop
the blanket barely covered us
that was so long ago
You are a great mountain range
that I keep seeing in different ways
clothed in sunlight, clothed in the night
you are the heart
the blood of my life
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3. |
Junkies
03:59
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The junkies on Prince Ave
are roasting in the desert sun
looking for the warmest glove
the gutterpunks stroll down Country Club
always wearing shades of black
always starting right back
I don’t really wanna
I don’t really wanna go home
not yet!
I don’t really wanna
I don’t really wanna go home
not yet!
The progesstive in coffee joints
are always making moot points
always tryna’ gird their loins
The rednecks in monster trucks
are worshipping American Jesus
and the red, white and blue that cleaves us
I don’t really wanna
I don’t really wanna go home
not yet!
I don’t really wanna
I don’t really wanna go home
not yet!
The rainbow sunset explodes
with orange mammatus clouds
I just wanna drive around
The junkies on Prince Ave
are howling at the desert moon
tryna’ get back there soon
I don’t really wanna
I don’t really wanna go home
not yet!
I don’t really wanna
I don’t really wanna go home
not yet!
not yet
not yet….
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4. |
Stay Here
03:40
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Let’s stay here awhile
the nighthawks are hunting
Let’s stay here awhile
A long while
Let’s stay here awhile
Just naked and laughing
the world’s gone to hell
So I’m holding your brave hands
Let’s always stay wild
In this ocean of creosote
Let’s stay here awhile
A long while
Let’s honor the child
His love is an ocean
Let’s stay here awhile
holding his brave hands
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5. |
Hildegard
03:24
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Where’s everyone?
Where’s Hildegard?
Making plasma
for all the stars
Where’s Jacopone?
Where’s T-Bone?
Where’s Mr Jones?
They’re down in Sierra Leone
maybe somewhere
maybe out there
Where’s all my friends?
Where’s Hildegard?
She got her head down
In the Book of Hours
maybe somewhere
maybe out there
maybe somewhere
maybe out there…..
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6. |
Gitchie
05:19
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we slept through most of the winter
we were much younger than before
let’s go!
knee deep in the snow
February is made for this
let's go out to Gitchie
let's go to Palisades
let's go out to Great Bear
let's go anywhere
we dreamt of horses in the heather
we were much more intrepid than before
This is where the real transformation happens
let us reach deep beneath our faces
let's go out to Gitchie
let's go to Palisades
let's go to Great Bear
let's go anywhere
and I saw the ghost of Jesse
on that bridge over the gully
let's go out to Gitchie
let's go anywhere
let's go anywhere….
let's go anywhere….
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7. |
Blood
04:06
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What’s the problem?
Why can’t we find a way?
What’s the trouble?
I came here to say
Maybe we should go
Maybe we should go
What’s the problem ?
cut by disarray
What’s the trouble?
words we shouldn't say
maybe we should know
maybe we should go
I’m speaking with tongue
I’m speaking with my blood
I’m speaking to ya’
and I get can’t get enough
You look like autumn
You’re all dressed up in love
I’m speaking to ya’
and I can’t get enough
and I can’t get enough!
and I can’t get enough!
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8. |
Birds of Paradise
04:26
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I remember the day
when I came home
everything rearranged
my new skin glowing
just to ride my bike
through the cemetery
just to ride my bike
in April
All my bedspreads were changed
the walls painted green
all mistakes are erased
in the birth of a day
oh the immensity
within a being
oh the immensity
of April
you were new and ripening
before I knew you
walk to work in hospitals
near bodies of water
oh the lavender blooms
the colors of your heart
oh the birds of paradise
in April
we were born from things
that tear
we were born in the blink
of an eyelash
oh the profundity
of life in each other
oh the profundity
of April …..
of April...
of April...
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Fort Lowell Records Wilmington, North Carolina
Independent
Record Label
[Est. 2009]
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