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mary died a lover
02:30
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hiding books in walls
sitting back to trees
painting on her fingers
family names and river leaves
if it was the morning
the yolk was in the spoon
mary died a lover
pray to god that we will too
if it was the baby
lost at seven weeks
nothing for the memory
but the blood across the sheet
no one knew the reasons
no one knew the rules
mary died a lover
pray to god that we will too
i went down with you love
with the cold packs and drugs
when the old house got tore down
and the dead horse dug up
we were looking for something
that we could hold dear
i don’t know what it was
but i know we're here
and i know we’re not done
she was a feather flocker river crosser
holy rider fire walker
don’t be stupid don’t be lazy
hang on tight now you’re my baby
wake up in the morning and that’s all it is
so if it was the mornings
we didn’t feel afraid
picking through the garden
for the kitchen sill bouquet
light across the table
ghosts in every room
mary died a lover
pray to god that we will too
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let's go to the mountain
let's tell everyone
world war 3 is gonna be so dumb
when none of our questions revealed our condition
were we part of the story were we even omissions
were we bound by our badness were we misunderstood
did the future come save us did we think that it would
and when the darkness appeared as relentless
riding a gray horse vicious and headless
did i say anything
when they said they could fix it
did i say anything
when they said it's just business
when they said to get hungry
when they said to get rich
when they said to have fun
when they said to have kids
when they said to get happy
when they said to stay true
when they said to keep laughing
when they called it the blues
are there ways to be dying
she was kind when the captain came over
she was dead when they landed in dover
there's a dog in the kitchen looking up at the chef
says you know what i'm missing why are you making me beg
i don't understand why i'm so often surprised
by the lengths that we go so we don't have to try
when i spend all this time getting fooled by my mind
by these mumbling ghosts and these meaningless crimes
are there ways to be dying
i don't mean the evenings
i don't mean the fighting
or the traffic in cleveland
and i don't mean the walmarts
or the home before suppers
or the family we don't see
or the ways that you love her
i don't mean to be cryptic
i don't care about god
i'm not trying to fix this
i swear that i'm not
i just want to stop dying
i want to stop dying
i want to stop dying
for now just for now for now
let's go to the mountain
let's tell everyone
world war 3 is gonna be so dumb
i'm lying awake
there's a song in the wind
yesterday i thought i had nothing to say
then i heard what someone else was saying
she loves the mornings
she gardens for hours
she doesn't grow food
she only grows flowers
she feels like an idiot
then she feels like a hypocrite
then she feels if she's focused and lucky
she might just barely be good at this
then i go out walking
and i'm humming this song
and the chorus is stupid
and it's probably too long
maybe we thought it was a robbery
that was out of control
so the best we could do
was grab something and go
i lost didn't i
we lost didn't we
we're losers i guess
aren't there worse things to be
if you want to keep going
i'm here and i'm down
but i won't wait forever
i'm not even waiting now
let's go to the mountain
let's tell everyone
world war 3 is gonna be so dumb
i'm lying awake
there's a song in the wind
it's gonna break our hearts
we just don't know when
it's cold in the mornings
that's just like the weather
always getting worse
always getting better
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la scala
02:41
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i was not expecting much but i was hoping for more
every dumbass in the world knows how to shut a door
i don’t know how i got so far from where i thought i was going
now everything i write sounds so small and lame
how does anyone get old without going insane
and how do we all keep hurting each other without knowing
la scala
maybe you were drunk
maybe you were right no one ever loves anyone enough
la scala
ayiyiyi
i want to say i know you
i want to say goodbye
do you know the one about the bird who only sleeps on wires
the story goes he got forgotten in a forest fire
and before he learned to fly he learned to fall and run and choke
your favorite high school teacher said hey kid just be yourself
and if they don’t like you screw them go and find somebody else
she must’ve thought that you were nervous it was more like you were always seeing smoke
la scala
maybe you were drunk
maybe you were right no one ever loves anyone enough
la scala
ayiyiyi
i want to say i know you
i want to say goodbye
and suddenly we all could see that none of us knew anything and we were having babies
and running them around the yard with nothing else to say we had one side of the family
that got used to people dying and that grandmother went crazy or at least she’d say she’s trying
we all wanted to get somewhere and we wanted it to last and we wanted to be people
who could love somebody back and we wanted to be careful and we wanted to be brave
and we wanted to be different and we knew we were the same
la scala
let's say we tried
let's say we're drunk
let's say you're right
la scala
ayiyiyi
i want to say i know you
i want to say goodnight
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i saw the devil he looks like me
moonlight on a dying tree
early snow and a daughter deer
no no daughter you're not safe here
no no daughter you're not safe now
in the field with the frat boys fucking around
there’s a wolf in the water a snake in the weeds
but i saw the devil he looks like me
my friend
are these our lives
are these our days
are these our nights
oh my friend
i thought of you
and in that memory there was something of me too
then i saw the devil come swooping down
like a fat kingfisher out fucking around
like a cat in a river that’s about to drown
all i ever really needed was solid ground
but i was dreaming scheming pen to paper
shy naive little lady chaser
bright young man awful sweet
yeah i saw the devil he looks like me
my friend
are these our lives
our glory days
our holy nights
oh my friend
i thought of you
and in that memory there was something of me too
oh my friend
have we changed at all
did we drive to vancouver
did we sleep in your car
did you move back to cleveland
take care of your dad
did you ask him the questions
we were too scared to ask
you said i don't need heaven
and i don’t need hell
i don’t know how this happened
but i know how it felt
the canadian highway
was endless and dark
you said i don’t need answers
to whatever we are
i just want to be here
making this up
at the edge of my body
at the edge of my love
cause i saw the devil
he looks just like you
don’t take it to hard though
i look like him too
i just want to be here
making this up
at the edge of my body
at the edge of my love
cause i saw the devil
he looks just like you
don’t take it to heart though
i look like him too
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the gods of wasted time
02:29
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tell me all the ways you lost your mind
i’ll bring over a pizza and i’ll pay for it this time
just tell me all the ways you lost your mind
goldenrod the moon the gods we made of wasted time
they were gold and i was half alive
they were gold and i was half rehearsing all the time
they were gold and i was passing by
they were gold and standing still and tall and strong and light
all was bright
the stars were many
how was i
still unsteady
all was bright
all soft and silent night
all was bright
so tell me all the ways you lost your mind
a deer was hit in traffic and they dragged it to the side
a story that you said you didn’t like
the kind of love you're scared you'll never had the blood to find
a line about a forest in her eyes
then part of me there hoping that you saw something in mine
isn't that a way to lose your mind
isn't that a way sometimes
what i like
what i touch
what my hands can do when i'm not so rushed
was i mean
did you think
was i building my castles and calling them dreams
all was bright
the stars were many
how was i
still unsteady
all was bright
all soft and silent night
all was bright
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so i went back sober and lean
with an island of rags that i found in a dream
i don't care anymore what it could mean to you now
sha la la la don't say it clean
you can harness the hardest the wings or the beast
with this generous well of baseless belief in it now
the cat tracks in sweet grass the crown prince's lilacs
and maybe i never was there
maybe the feeling is rare
how many rooms how many bodies
before you were found turning blue in the lobby
and weren't all the watchers wearing the same pair of eyes
and wasn't the moon big in the window
until maybe geese went across it in shadow
and weren't you a goose and weren't you the moon too then
so what if it's roses and what if it's poses
it's sha la la la la la
the silence in mangroves
the violence in plainclothes
i don't mean to name it or try to explain it
the cat brought some mice in but where are their faces
and sha la la la la la
sha la la la la la
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7. |
rich man
02:56
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my father said redemption is a slow revolving door
that jesus was a poor man but he’s not poor anymore
and like he used to say to the first apostle paul
if you’re stealing from a rich man you’re not stealing at all
ah na na na na na na
here we are lost again
ah some headline bird’s eye bad guys win
sit on back and take it in
i don’t hate the rich kid or the russian car he rode in
but every puerto rican knows you can’t steal what’s stolen
hotels so high he knows they’re gonna fall
if you’re stealing from a rich man you’re not stealing at all
you could call me robin hood but sonny you’d be wrong
i don’t take it i don’t give it i just write it in a song
i’m a hypocrite i admit a little bit a coward
i get jealous of the boys who exercise their will to power
so go ahead and get rich and play some fucking golf
but if they start stealing from you i won’t blame them at all
ah na na na na na na
here we are lost again
ah some headline fish fry good guys win
it’s endless netflix deathwish racket
it’s lawyers it’s hoarders it’s bankers it’s batshit
it’s one and done bubblegum capital clatter
it’s folk singers secretly want to be rappers
i know that you know this i’m not talking at you
i don’t want to trick you or try to distract you
i don’t want a trophy i don’t think i’m clever
i don’t want to win i want something better
i want you to tell me that you feel it too
the gun in your chest when you’re stuck in your room
the hope and the dread and the trembling hands
the song in your head that you can’t understand
the hate in your heart that could maybe be love
the hate in your heart that could maybe be love
the hate in your heart that could maybe be love
there’s nobody coming it’s always been us
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all i need is something good
i don’t need it understood
all the waters high the runaways
the silverfish the teeming lake
the dirty part of reason
is they’d hunt you all along
i don’t need to find the center
i just need another song
so what if i write it wrong
we got hurt this time nothing worse than any other
la la la la la
i’ve been over all of this
been above or falling in
i don’t know if revelation
is the engine or the racing
i drove all the way to crowns
over wet and heaving ground
i was thinking of the reasons
that you wanted me to see them
like a tree has any meaning
like the empty field is grieving
like the auctioneer is leaving
like i care what you’ve been reading
we got hurt this time nothing worse than any other
la la la la la
so here's where we found what if anything there was to will
and here's where even the world can be killed
so still so scared so sweet
here's to them who shoot and miss and here's to you and me
we got hurt this time nothing worse than any other
la la la la la
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sad, babe
05:39
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out here most days you don’t like the way you are
out here redemption’s a song you sing in your car
out here the coyotes come when you call them
i know i get brave but not all that often
i wished you were with me when i drove through cleveland
i was sadder than sad babe but not in a bad way
out here i thought we’d arrive in a city of stars
then i saw the universe sitting alone at a bar
and i saw her leaving when we were sixteen
and i knew what she wanted and it wasn’t me
then the lights took the mirrors and bam it got clearer
i was sadder than sad babe but not in a bad way
out here i passed him his airbags a cumulus cloud
i got to his suv just as he tried getting out
blood on his forehead but boy was he laughing
and asking the night sky hey what the hell happened
hey call my ex wife he said say to come get me
say larry’s sorry say larry just had two drinks
like three hours later i turned on the radio
prx poetry call it fear joy harjo
call it a church choir call it an ocean
call it a race horse’s ribcage exploding
if he’s got the whole world then why does he waste it
if mary’s a virgin why wouldn’t she hate him
if larry’s a drunk i think we could take him
hey larry hey larry hey larry you’re shaking
out here the singing birds seem to stay longer each year
you’ve always been anxious but it’s getting worse out here
when did we give up and who did we lose to
where’s brutus when you need him
where’s pedro albizu
what's beautiful now in the nothing the new moon
the no place we're going the no one to sing to
even this song i'm writing is not what i want
one day it's worth fighting the next it's just not
i know that i'm guilty even more than most maybe
hey larry hey larry it's you and me baby
and you’ve got a right to
i lied to you first
i wanted salvation
that just made it worse
the car was a planet
and the road was a sky
i was light in the darkness
i was barely alive
hey baby keep going
out here most days you don’t like the way you are
you got what you need and some days you got it by far
i don't want to just say it's fine i forgive you
but baby out here the truth is i do
and it occurred to me you might’ve forgiven me too
i was sadder than sad babe but not in a bad way
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10. |
the rocketeer
04:12
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in the distance dogs are barking
a crow is car alarming
the sky is that shade of blue
where the trees are dark the day is through
and you find yourself unguarded
then your lungs start overflowing
your chest finally opens
you see the person next to you
you see them like you’ve wanted to in that moment
and they know it
when i was sick for forty days
i left my bed all kinds of ways
i slept out in a field of deer
cut my hair like the rocketeer
all around me sweet people
were fighting that machine evil
and i thought that i’d be on their side
way up in the crystal skies
now i’m grown or so it seems
and i can’t find those rocket wings
the sun is setting so am i
yellow gasping gauzy light
i’m riding in the back of a camry
you know who you are you’re family
i don’t want to teach them
i don’t want to try to reach them
i don’t care if they can’t understand me
don’t tell her where to turn
don’t tell her how to drive
if she's not getting through
maybe that’s on you
maybe talk to your guys
i wish i was a young lord
pa que tu lo sepas
but i live in maine
and i learned to speak mostly from telenovelas
there’s a war going on
there’s a bird in a cage
there’s a cure for corruption
it’s rage
of course i don’t think this’ll end well
the life force might just be pain
and at best we might turn into saviors with nothing to save
of course i’m still trying like crazy
here’s a truck full of garbage and news
here’s a jar full of coins for a family to pay for a cruise
of course i need her unlike anything
maybe church but for something more real
they say it won’t last they say it never has but my faith is in the way it feels
you’re too young to be a poet and too old to be a hit
you’re not sure enough for violence but you think about it
you know nothing ever changes you know change is all there is
you fell for this completely so there's one good thing you did
you’ll be singing every morning
like a kingfisher in fog
like the rabid little foxes
so we can’t let out the dog
there are pockets of the daytime
where every little thing is clear
where you’re busting through a skylight
like the fucking rocketeer
then you’re back to going circles
all around a kind of greed
it is early in the spring still
but the yard is full of weeds
and i don’t think this’ll end well
even if we learned to fly
we could save the day today
and tomorrow not know why
in the distance dogs are barking
a crow a car alarm
the sky is that shade of blue
where the trees are dark and the day is through
and you find yourself unguarded
then your lungs start overflowing
and your chest finally opens
and you see the person next to you
you see everything they are to you in that moment
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Son Canciones Barcelona, Spain
Quiet songs for restless souls since 2014.
Son Canciones is an independent record label from Barcelona.
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