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Perfect Mouth
04:10
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After your constance, after your beautiful face. After all wilting, there is a reach for love, a reach for love.
Call a line cross a space: see a reach for love, a reach for love. Past the sign, past the grace, past the future in your face. After your constance, after your beautiful face.
After I wanting, after all picture and place. After I wishing, there is a reach for love, a reach for love.
Call a line cross a space: see a reach for love, a reach for love. Past the sign, past the grace, past the future in your face.
And perfect mouth, and perfect say . . .
After your constance, after your beautiful face.
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You're Cruel
05:09
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You’re cruel. Need I remind you? You say that you leave nothing behind you. So don’t count on sympathy when you call.
But I would be so glad, if you came around.
And you, who can deny you? I’m worn straight through, locked in the side view. Don’t count on anything from me at all.
But I would be so glad, if you came around.
I remember that first September, you turned me on your knife. And I can’t stand, still, that long cold April you said you’d change your life.
But I would be so glad, if you came around.
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May
03:42
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Though the light in her eyes is the green-gold of future, still the day breaks her heart like a past-gone love.
Another Spring we stayed to long, we stayed too long. Another Spring we stayed to long, we stayed too long.
Though the call of the pond is sweet sound of future, still the song breaks her heart like a past-gone love.
Another Spring we stayed to long, we stayed too long. Another Spring we stayed to long, we stayed too long. Another Spring we stayed to long, we stayed too long. Another Spring we stayed to long, we stayed too long.
Everything would last forever if it could. Everything would last forever if it could.
Though the field at her feet is the green press of future, still the earth breaks her heart like a past-gone love.
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Nobody Knows You're Gone
05:13
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It takes a while to find the missing pieces in your head. Refrain a while, you won't see the ocean ‘til the land's gone.
Past illusions sparkle. You're a part of everything. Impressions, soft as wax, the sweetness running down your chin.
Drift away into the familiar sweet decay of summer. Nobody knows you're gone. Weightless now over roofs and raindrops...all the silent changes...nobody ever knows.
(In your happy home, you were a stranger. In your weary way, you were courageous.)
Drift away into the familiar sweet decay of summer. Nobody knows you're gone. Weightless now over roofs and raindrops...all the silent changes...nobody ever knows.
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Queen of the Air
04:30
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The hand that makes, the hand divides. Call a figure out of light. Make a specter, to keep me occupied.
The hand that breaks, the hand defines. Make a figure out of light. Hold the specter close, to keep me occupied.
I laid down the ghost of you. I laid down the ghost of you. I laid down the ghost of you.
I laid down the ghost of you to be here, to be here, to be here, to be here, to be here.
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Cellophane
03:50
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Breathe the curtains out. Take a look into the lines of light, the windows of the town. Draw the curtains in. Walk in circles on the hardwood, to the sound, the clock's alarming hands.
Lift the cellophane from my eyes, turn toward me, please. Please be mine. We'll turn the time to love.
Lay a liquid hand on the hollow of the heartbeat, wings against the walls. What's to understand, when it comes as no surprise? Take heart, take everything you can.
Lift the cellophane from my eyes, turn toward me, please. Please be mine. We'll turn the time to love.
Breathe the curtains out. Take a look into the lines of light, the windows of the town.
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Time to Go
05:49
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It’s time for you to go. Your friends won’t tell you so. But it’s three o’clock, and there’s nothing left for you here anyway. You know it’s true.
It’s time for you to go. Your friends won’t tell you so. But you told your jokes, so now look around. There’s no one here for you. You know it’s true.
It’s time for you to go. Your friends won’t tell you so. But they’re pairing off, and you drank too much. There’s nothing left of you. You know it’s true.
Time to go. Time to go. Time to go. Time.
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Lie Awake
06:22
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Suddenly you start to notice, hopefully you know damn well. Industry is in for answers, idleness will tell.
Lie awake. Lie awake another hour, tonight.
And if I could write a word that told you everything about an hour, a flash, a day in my life, that would be something to see. That would be something, wouldn’t it be?
Lie awake. Lie awake another hour, tonight.
From the corner of your eye, the ecstatic imprecision of time gone by.
If it sounds like a confession (lie awake) whispered through a tiger’s tongue (lie awake another hour), you can feel the world divide you (lie awake), telling you you’d better run (lie awake another hour).
Lie awake. Lie awake another hour, tonight.
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Impossible One
03:25
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Chance might find a moment, look at what a chance done. It’s just a flick of the tongue, impossible one. Searching for the body, or just to tease it out some. We were contriving and young. It was so sexy.
You came out of the alabaster skies I guess, or sprung up from the thistles there, to find your way to 2nd Street. I remember how you walked to me (how you walked to me) with sun-spot eyes in a diamond light on a certain day on 2nd Street. With swaying arms you walked to me (how you walked to me).
Cut out on the message and gone before the bell rung. We’ll catch our breath on the run, impossible one. Searching without science. Look at what the hands done. We were contriving and young. It was so sexy.
Then every airless night when we ate nothing and smoked up all your cigarettes, I couldn’t keep but mindfully shaking as you talked to me (how you talked to me), how everything seemed dangerous and every corner sharpening, and sharper as you talked to me (how you talked to me).
Baby’s gone electric. Look at what the kids done out of a chance in the sun, impossible one. Impossible to say you were the impossible one. It’s just a flick of the tongue. It was so sexy.
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Diamond
05:32
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Regina, I didn’t want to talk like this. Here past our last goodbye, Hieronymo’s mad againe. In Livingston when I first broke my mouth and when the cracked gray of your eyes was my last connection. You said ‘nothing’s falling, nothing’s falling, nothing’s wrong’ and then your eyes were not the sky, but the sky receding.
Before half the best had died, when everything was open. Before saturated time, when we could hold a moment. Let’s not say I loved you then or then I loved you fiercely. The cracked gray of your eyes was my last connection.
I shatter I busted mouth and thistle-head. I scatter I gone strange to my own person.
My eye shattering light busted mouth and thistle-head. My eye scattering light like a diamond.
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