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St. Least
05:09
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She’s the first chic barista, the new Mona Lisa
Topical fashionista, the Virgin Maria
Cynical of context, president of all deflection
She’s a fierce ballerina, but plays so much meaner on her own
So the moment I get petty, I’ve lost
She’s the hipster completa, so artist, no diva
Into shoegaze and streamers, but nothing much cleaner
Prays to cartoon villains, says she don’t believe in velvet
Had a plaid jacket relapse, and rides on her fixie on and off
Still the moment I get petty, I’ve lost
Tight lips, she wants me to sew them
Can’t choose, the mermaid, the devil
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Jimmy Carter
04:23
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I'd like to like the likes of me, the likes of me, I couldn't be
A plan I had at 23, fucked by a tree, fucked by a tree
Like crippled dogs, and mason jars
The common has nothing in common with me
Credit cards, and shitty songs
My morals might backtrack indefinitely
I'd like to like all that I'll be, all that I'll be, I guess I'll see
Hidden fees and Aura Lee, I'm beat as hell at making peace
Michigan is Michigan
Is Michigan, da na na na
Freezer pops, and octagons
I found a backyard too solemn for me
Mulberry teeth, mulberry teeth
So turned around, so turned around
I'm on TV, I'm on TV
I used to be like Jimmy Carter
I’d like to like that you could see, my tongue is tied and shirt is clean
Garden gnomes and herbal tea, and where the hell is Kankakee?
Megaman and minimarts
The motto has words too tiny to read
I made deal on stubborn ground
And then I backed down intentionally
I wouldn't bite, I wouldn't bite
I wouldn't bite, but I'd fuck around
I’m on TV, I’m on TV
I used to be like Jimmy Carter
Hands on my back, I’m pushing up
I’ll say I’m fine, but I’m freaking out
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Inez, KY (Interlude)
01:21
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To the acrobat wall and the pastor in front of it
To the bald boilermaker with pearls and his son on his back
I got lost in the mass
‘Til I found it all crumbled in black
I broke down in Kentucky but felt so unbreakable
To the absentee mother of Heaven and Hailee
To the king who took speed with the Prince of Peace under the tracks
I felt out of my mind
Still I promised, I promised, I’m fine
I broke down in Kentucky but felt so unbreakable
It’s my awful descension down family lines
My padre, I’m bending so badly
I broke down in Kentucky but felt so unbreakable
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Funeral Skirt
03:54
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There’s anything but Orson Welles in my hands
Like outer space and 90’s punk-rock sedans
Still I hope they say I’m sane for the most part
If I had a hypeman I’d be more focused
With a little amnesia I’d be okay
Impossible that Michael, you’d die so young
Your mother told me over Italian one
Or two of the most brave things that I’ve heard
If I had a raft, man I’d cry my eyes out
And float on over wherever you lay
I’d paint my walls
With a pinup of Magdalene
And pray to be more cavalier
I used to think that God’s the girl of my dreams
But carcasses corrected me, so it seems
I never got the hang of devotion
If I had a nightmare it’d be in Eden
And Eve would court me while Adam’s away
I’d paint my walls
With a pinup of Magdalene
And pray to be more cavalier
If I had a hypeman I’d be more focused
If I had a hypeman I’d be okay
I’d paint my walls
With a pinup of Magdalene
And pray to be more cavalier
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Amish Hat / Gold Chains
02:56
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It might’ve been on those steps in Brooklyn
Or I hit a nerve with Clare in L.A.
Still I point the blame on Book & Snake and everything I couldn’t see
But you see that I see that you’re living in Lynwood again
There might be a world where you’re still in Portland
And I’m kind of bored, but you’re doing fine
To think I’d have missed the sideman’s dobro weaving us into the doorjamb
And I’d never have showed you how fast I can run on my hands
Can’t whistle at all
Too good for opinions
I swear, oh I swear I’ve been eating your devil for days
Can’t cross it all off
From boxes to billions
I swear, oh I swear I’ve been eating your devil for days
Well Sam I suppose I’ve tiptoed around it
I went to your home when I left my own
And look how I’ve spent the last 8 years pretending like everything’s okay
And I never did tell you how thankful I was for your fam
Can’t whistle at all
Too good for opinions
I’m stuck, oh I’m stuck in your Amish hat and your gold chains
Can’t cross it all off
From boxes to billions
I’m stuck, oh I’m stuck in your Amish hat and your gold chains
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Your fingers look so ambivalent now
Your teeth, so impossibly short
I had a dream in a feverish way
About a lover that I’ve never known
Make sure you call me, you call me
I might need some distance, some distance
I hate to talk, hate to talk, hate to talk
When your palate is tense, I suppose
What do you hate, do you hate, do you hate about sound?
Is it something you’ve heard of before?
Where’d you forget me, forget me?
And I’ll put my money, my money where
What’s face to face, face to face, face to face
When you bargain with intricate lines?
What can we keep, can I keep, will you keep?
Do you think I think too much?
I’ll hope you check me, you check me
‘Cause I’ll put my money, my money where
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