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Ghost Lips
03:20
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I left the ghost I couldn't leave before
And somehow I found myself back in Baltimore
Despite everything, nothing disrespectful
Tonight every little spirit says something insightful
About a summer romance or the taste of a rose hip
The words are smoky as they pass through the ghost lips
Now I'm talking, I'm talking in my sleep about heaven
Until I slice open the blackbird and only find questions
This isn't a lesson in dissection ethics
I only want to hold the ghost under the lens
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Banana Flowers
01:48
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Well I told myself
I would not go back
And I hold myself
To this winding track
But I found the strength to stand much taller
Forgot to find you
I fell among banana flowers
Far behind you
A memory that the earth devours
And now I'm lost in
Meadows that could still inspire
All we tossed in
Through the years a steady fire
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Curator
02:27
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I heard it on the radio
That's how I know
The memories we hold most dear
Get most distorted, yeah that's what I hear
I saw you once, we danced a bit
I might have thought too much of it
I think about you now and then
And wonder if I'll see you once again
The memories we don't retrieve
Get buried deep and never leave
They stay pristine, or so I'm told
Until we dig them up, then they unfold
I ask myself if I'm my own amateur curator
I ask myself if I'm my own unreliable narrator
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Through The Weekend
03:26
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I've been talking to someone
I've been talking to myself
Out here in these riparian valleys
It's getting hard to tell
In all the mystique
Of a song you've never heard
Soft through the weekend
Whispering the words
I've been reading to someone
I've been reading to the woods
I'm just waiting for some words to help me
Make things understood
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Nobska Light
03:00
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Can't recapture
The lighthouse, the glow of the sky
Can't recapture
The coastline, the cold blue light in your eyes
I saw you shine
Nobska Light
I saw you shine
Can't recapture
The starfish curled up on the shore
Can't recapture
Every time I try I miss it more
And if you shine on I'll be back next summer
A little stronger, a little calmer
And if you shine on I'll be back next summer
I never felt this for another
And if you shine on I'll be back next summer
A little calmer, a little stronger
And if you shine on I'll be back next summer
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I drove to the sun
And left the world spinning
'Cause you've been gone
For so very long
And on and on and on
We're breaking
I've learned it well
That I can't repair these broken shelves
And you cast a spell
Now I've come to love these broken shelves
I drove to the north
Just to watch the leaves falling
But I missed you more
Than I ever had before
I had to catch myself from falling
Even when I already knew I fell
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South Carolina
02:41
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I dreamed I walked to South Carolina
And when I woke my feet hurt like hell
I've been told the dog's going blind yeah
I'll be praying I wish her well
I'm moving south
You're moving north
I haven't seen you since August fourth
You'll be alright
I'll be okay
Yeah I'll just keep praying anyway
Praying for everything that I cannot foresee
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Paynes Prairie
02:57
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Drove down to the prairie
I was just looking for sunlight
And if all else fails
I can blaze a new trail
Tonight
Cat-scratched and I'm lonesome
I was dressed always in all white
I'm the only one
To be traveling on
Tonight
And I cannot recall
Seeing you here at all
Drove down to the prairie
I was just searching for some kind of light
I'm the only one
To be traveling on
Tonight
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Like A Tiger
03:14
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Last time I saw you
I was dressed up like a tiger
I was playing drums
And I don't know if I made the best impression
Next time I see you
I'll wear my Roman attire
And I'll expect you to know
The right responses to my confessions
I got a lot of traveling
To do before I move to Florida
I got a lot of traveling to do
And where I've been won't look the same
After where I'm going
I'll live what I'm chasing 'til it's true
Last time I saw you
I was dressed up like a tiger
All sweat in black and orange
In the corner of the room in a punk rock band
Next time I see you
I'll wear my Roman attire
And I'll admit that Rome, New York, is no place
To play in a punk rock band
And I'll remember everything you couldn't stand
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