my heartbeat flows in crystal water falls
you were so beautiful in your elegant bed
you'd have my blues for your Nantucket reds
i'd wait in the dark balanced on a thread
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butter on a summer day
i was on the tracks
when the gate came down
suddenly i recognized
those bloodshot rearview mirror eyes as mine
i heard that whistle call my name
i almost drove away
but... i had a feeling that you would be on that train
so i just waited there for you
caught a ride to another town
where the air was clean
and the sun never goes down
everyone was standing in a line
between the landing and the stairs
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discovery channel on the tv
oh we're wasting our time again
would you please shut the door?
collarbone jungle
i call late but you're not at home again
i know i would like to
take what you want to
cause i don't mind if you don't mind
and all that you want to,
know what you'd like to do,
she said time it passed me by
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the soap is old the dry is cold and i cannot fold
my socks in knots as the quarters drop and i’m stuck in parking lots
as i listen to the machines go ‘round
the next time i am at the laundromat i’m gonna call my dad
and the next time i call my dad i will apologize
the snack machine is stuck between the tv and magazines
that talk about our self-doubt and the things we can’t live without
as i listen to the machines go ‘round
i’ve been waitin’ after weekend after weekend after
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the bluest summer skies cloudless in your eyes
a little out of focus here
and the rain belongs to all the tender songs
that i might not ever sing to you
don't be afraid of anything that faces you today
you might not know this but i'm with you all the way
if i could read the lines to find the smile you hide behind
i wonder what encouragement i'd find
if you could only see this photograph of you and me
it's always out of focus in my mind
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we're all stuck in the middle
we're throwing our cash at books of cliches
they say the cost is little
it might work
but not for me
'cause my soul
is not for sale
just be here now!
i saw no fire
well, can't you see it's better
to die on your feet than live down on your knees
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lady, running down to the riptide
taken away to the dark side
i wanna be your left hand man
i love you when you're singing that song
and i got a lump in my throat
'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong
there's this movie that i think you'll like
this guy decides to quit his job and heads to new york city
this cowboy's running from himself
and she's been living on the highest shelf
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midnight moon i hold you for this perfect night
love is born to linger in your magic light
with that girl beside me and you above
you must also be in love
midnight moon that bathes me
she's got an angel face
meet us here tomorrow night in the very same place
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there's something in the way i felt before you
something in the time that wasn't there
another way to give you what i sold you
but holding back is more than i can bear
it's the last time for this past time
we can't keep on going on, going on, we’re going like this
it's strange in the room that feels like it's closing in
strange there's a gloom that only lets darkness in
remaining calm to show you i am gaining
every step is doubled by my voice
fighting you is all that i'm refraining
and every step i start to lose my choice
i'm sinking from the way i used to listen
fold my cards and give them all to you
broken by the way I used to hear it
i've wasted more than i could give to you
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the big blue chair
you’re soaking in
eating laughter from a can
and it will stay until we send
i hung on tight
‘cause i thought i loved her
oh my marvel
you suck me in
tell me stories i was to sing
flying dragons in my sleep
tell me stories
i wish you’d speak
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sandman and you
do what you can
when the dream comes
and we’re all dancing in our own hands
watching yourself do what you want to do
without anyone else in the room
making the taboo taboo
making a taboo out of you
welcome to the spectacle
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if i could stand to be on my own
then i would probably just leave you alone
but i'm gonna feel this way
till i'm six feet underground
crazy as it sounds
i need you around
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say he's got a dollar but a dollar won't make you stay
she says ain't got the time for the big boys
all lining up on their thrones
who says daddy's little girl
never likes to be alone
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tell me your confessions
let me be the ears for all your sins
let me take advantage of your whims
my life is no haven, have a feel
but it's just worth saving, craving
and you will feel appalled as you bare it all,
and i don't even know if i'll be listening
if i could stand it I'd let you believe what you choose
but how can i let you proceed when there's only one view?
simple to state but don't dare implicate that i'm wrong
i'll dish the dirt and i'll show you the door
and if you keep coming i'll tell you to try a little, harder
make a little sadder, all your tales
just enough to feel good without scales
fill my head with things I haven't done
the more the black the better, shelter
and you're my saving grace with your tragic case
live a life, just make sure it's your own one
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made a little money playing in the bars
with two beat up drums and two old guitars
from the crescent city to the great salt lake
it ain't what you got, it's what you make
when the road got rough and the wheels all broke
couldn't take more then we could tow
making something out of nothing with a scratcher and our hope
with two old guitars like a shovel and a rope
mixtape vi: sfumato
1. wicked blood - sea wolf
2. megan - smoking popes
3. jumanji - glass towers
4. laundromat - bombadil
5. don't be afraid - smoking popes
6. in case of rapture - as tall as lions
7. riptide - vance joy
8. midnight moon - smoking popes
9. going on like this - tully on tully
10. hung on tight - snakadaktal
11. spectacle - anna oxygen
12. need you around - smoking popes
13. dollar - thelma plum
14. accused of stealing - the delgados
15. birmingham - shovels & rope
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