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Waiting for Lola
05:26
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I sit here and wonder, "what spell am I under?" My head has been aching for days in waiting for Lola, or anyone else by that name. So, faceless I'm walking through cloud-scented cotton, just trying to find a new face. Racing towards anyone that still has the will for a change. Got them gray day Alabama blues, and if Lola is not coming back...I don't know what I'll do.
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When I Fall
05:08
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3. |
Crippled Inside
04:29
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All That Ever Was
04:55
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Me and Delilah
08:10
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Me and Delilah were sitting by the pond. She was smoking all my cigarettes, staring at the sun. Just before I noticed I was growing fond of her, she stood right up, dusted off, handed me a gun and told me, "Momma knows you're coming, Daddy thinks you're gone, so I'm sure that you have realized just how long I've known that you were never really happy. I never saw you smile. So, I looked back at Delilah, claimed to be a child and told her
"Baby, I'm just trying to get by."
I just don't know how to live, who to trust, how to give my heart to something other than myself. Baby, I feel so obliged to tell you, I am prone to lie. You should not look so surprised when I tell you that I can afford the sky.
I turned my head right down the road, saw everything my life could ever be. Then I clapped my hands for Jesus, and everbody else that I can't see. So, when we reached the river I cracked it open wide, but then I heard the sunshine hit the pavement and found myself believing every word...
That you had ever spoken, or I had ever learned. When you swore that I was broken it came coupled with the concern that the sky was slowly falling on the world as it turned. So, I had the revelation that the heavens may have burned.
I just don't know how to live, who to trust, how to give my heart to something other than myself. Baby, I feel so obliged to tell you I was Born to Die. I will not apologize when I tell you that I'm climbing towards the sky.
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Ophelia
04:18
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7. |
To Waste Away...
03:22
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Darling, could you be gentle on me?
I'm afraid I'll have to play my losing hand,
and if you don't decide to call me on it all that I have said will have to stand. Leave it open. Keep me hoping
that my broken bones, awoken, now will stay in a place where they're believing they could dance away the evening...or the day. But, if in seperation, remind them the elation that they felt when they were free. Though, loneliness in motion is nothing like the ocean, moving whole in solemn peace. So, if there comes a day when all of them may say "We need a body, not release." Correct them, then direct them back to me.
Hear the music? Nothing to it. Seems to me melody, an empty page filled by lonely men who are afraid of growing old...to waste away.
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I asked her a question and, fearing the answer, she told me "Making money is easy as a dancer...and nights are the time to unwind, have a drink and a thrill!" But still she believes that I'll eventually see. Says "They'd kill to have a body and to move it like me!" But I could do nothing but sigh. In the breath I released I found the courage to speak and told my little momma about the things that I need. And I said:
"You're not the one that I want to come home to...I'm sick of trying to be exceptionally in love with you. You need to be under the spotlight, and baby, listen baby...that ain't me."
(Interlude ft. Steven Kim)
Dear, don't you care what they share when you die? If you had yourself a service than would anyone cry? Or would anyone laugh? Would no one have known you at all? Your small talk leads to seeds never sewn, that will never turn green, that will never grow old. Oh! You sold your soul to devils and you're dancing in their Siren call.
Now this long, red space has taken the place of the woman I love in her eyes, her face. Now everyone knows by her teeth, her bones, that I will fill every day empty, wasting time on my own.
Because YOU:
"You're not the one that I want to come home to...I'm sick of trying to be exceptionally in love with you. You need to be under the spotlight, and baby, listen baby...that ain't me."
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Evangeline
07:24
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Evangeline, my dream, let me be your king. I have heard you own a Mr., but I have not seen him. Does he listen when you speak? Love for you? Care for you at all? Darling, when he leaves, I'll be the one who's there to catch you. If...by happenstance, you fall.
Evangeline...I know. You've heard it all before. But, please! Let me sweep you off your feet until you forget your dirty floors.
I want to kiss you on the shoulders. Turn your young, bronze body into gold...or maybe I'm telling stories. At least there will be a story to be told.
Maybe I'm awake.
Maybe it's a dream.
Little girl, I am just as frightened as I seem.
So, I contend the end of beautiful with thoughts of growing old.
Well...I may be telling stories. At least there will be a story to be told.
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