1. |
Anomaly
03:36
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Anomaly
I’m showing up in Amy’s dreams She relays it all to me
It’s like we’re in a movie scene
But the pattern’s all weird And then I just disappear
It’s always hard to start again Pack it up and make amends
Looking for a set of friends
But everyone I meet Seems to see the bad in me
I’m a tragedy and a comedy A deviant an anomaly
I’m a charlatan and a wannabe And I never even knew my family
Amy back in Ohio
Tells me that she found my note I never meant to hurt her so
It happens all the time We get so intertwined
Looking through my photographs I’m trying to figure out the math
The numbers always make me laugh
All the people I’ve known But somehow I feel alone
I’m a tragedy and a comedy A deviant an anomaly
I’m a charlatan and a wannabe And I never even knew my family
I like the way they fall in love with me
But then I don’t know how to be
Every time I leave another town
I burn those bridges down
Standing in the pouring rain Amy says come home James
That’s not even my real name
Tell me how to feel
Nothing ever makes it real
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2. |
Fruitless
03:34
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Fruitless
There’s a sound that you hear
That wakes you from a dream
In the middle of a hot autumn night
A slippery slippery dream
Sliding and climbing
And never ever reaching what you need
Tonight you’ll figure it out I’m sure
Tonight you’re going home for the cure
Lying there in bed
Trying in vein to sleep
You remember another dream when you were small
Riding on your bike
Cool wind at your chest
Trying to crest a hill that was too steep
Tonight you’ll figure it out I’m sure
Tonight you’re going home for the cure
Early in the morning
Sleepless in the sheets
You realize this is how it will always be
Waking and dreaming
Dreaming and awake
You’ll never grasp the things just out of reach
Tonight you’ll figure it out I’m sure
Tonight you’re going home for the cure
Tonight you will find peace in the obscure
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3. |
Twenty-Two Months
02:32
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Twenty Two Months
Pancakes out on the porch
Ice cream from the night before
You’re quiet but we’re alright
Two hours to union station
Feels like we’re on vacation
But you’re going all alone
Twenty two month and three weeks
With breaks in between I’ll wait for you Colleen
You turn and wave to me
Shaking visibly
It’s a while but we’ll be fine
Your hair a tragedy
You smile from the window seat
And the train speeds away
Twenty two month and three weeks
With breaks in between I’ll wait for you Colleen
Remember the day we spent in Maine
We drove for hours then it started to rain
The sky opened up all big and blue and wide
We saw it arc from side to side
And you slipped your hand in mine
Twenty two month and three weeks
With breaks in between I’ll wait for you Colleen
I know you’ll wait for me
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4. |
Racing
03:58
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Racing
I can see where you might have been pretty once
Where the light hits the side of your face then dissipates
Annabelle you’re like a leprechaun
No one ever notices until you’re gone a fleeting fawn
Your strawberry blonde has turned to grey
Nobody looks at you anyway it’s a crying shame
I know you were never the perfect mom
I always want to blame the drugs you were on right or wrong
I hear you stopped taking your medication
You say that you need a small vacation
I hear your voice on my answering machine
And I know you’re racing
All those men that called you theirs
Took us around to the county fairs drinking beers
They never asked me to call them dad
Never tried to fix the bikes I had it was kind of sad
I don’t understand why you do these things
You’re a broken bird with a busted wing and it’s troubling
Tell me that you’re sorry for our history
Tell me that you wanted the best for me mother please
I hear you stopped taking your medication
You say that you need a small vacation
I hear your voice on my answering machine
And I know you’re racing
I don’t even have a photograph
To try and make some sense of the past it’s a laugh
The way your face looks in the passing light
I know you’re feeling a little contrite it’ll be all right
Somehow it’ll be all right
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5. |
A Picture of Kansas
03:22
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A Picture of Kansas
God walks into a bar and shows you a picture of Kansas
All field-field and power-lined grid
Asks you if this is your idea of heaven
Asks you if you ever want to remember
Shows you another of yourself age twelve
Making out with Sarah Simmons
Then some copper-green gutters and a squirrel
Jumping squirrel-like little limb to little limb
Buy me a beer that tastes like childhood
Show me what this place looked like before
Say something that is true and right
Pretend you’re working on an answer
To some big questions
Tell me this sad life holds some meaning
Tell me there’s something to this feeling
Say something that is true and right
Pretend you’re working on an answer
Show me everything I couldn’t see
Whisper secrets in my ear
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6. |
Messy Words
02:27
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Messy Words
Carefully laying
Your clothes on a bed you're trying
To make it just as you remember
When you were a child
By your father's side
You'd help get his things together for the morning
It's 3 am and you're trying to do your best
Drunk as you are you're only making a mess
Then fall asleep in a heap on the floor
Four hours later
Slumped in a seat on the train
You find a note in your pocket
Still a little queasy
From last evening
You try and decipher the scratchy scrawl
Number one start working out two get out of this city
Number three is hard to read but you think it says stop drinking
Though you don't remember writing this at all
Staring down at your messy words as the trains speeds along
You remember your father's suit and wonder where he's gone
And wonder if he wonders about you
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String Bean Girl
03:16
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String Bean Girl
Picture a map in your mind
Move your finger trace a line
A straight shot from where you’ve been
All the way down where you’re going
With your eyes closed you see the road
Drive your uncle’s car straight on through
You can almost feel the wind in your hair
And your mother calling but she’s not there
Pull a record from the shelf
You so love dancing by yourself
Who cares what the anyone think
You’ll be gone before they blink
With your eyes closed you see the road
Drive your uncle’s car straight on through
You can almost feel the wind in your hair
And your mother calling but she’s not there
God damn you wish your dad was here
You miss his face and scratchy beard
The most beautiful man in the world
And you were his string bean girl x3
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8. |
This Night
03:20
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This Night
Tonight I’ll leave my lord
Step out of the light
Though I’ll miss my god I’ll be fine
Sorry I no longer
Place all of my trust
In something that just hovers up above
I don’t remember these nights so cold
I can’t remember feeling so old
And there’s a whisper in my ear
Allaying all my fears Driving me
Save from this choice I made
Make me turn around
I don’t wanna put her in the ground
Knowing that I might get caught
And get what I deserve
At the hand of the lord I once served
I don’t remember these nights so cold
I can’t remember feeling so old
And there’s a whisper in my ear
Allaying all my fears Driving me
Tonight I’ll take a turn
Frolic through the heat
Make all of my problems disappear
And in the light of day
I may be judged and tried
But I don’t need a god by my side
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9. |
Assembles
03:00
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Assembles
Today I’m eating two kinds of medicine
One for my head and one for my heart
One of them assembles
The other tears it apart
Where have you been this past week
I swear sometimes I’m pulling teeth
Your mom in Maine is freaking out
And there’s this rock I’m caught beneath
If lonely was a pill
I’d swallow it whole-heartedly
Still I would complain
The world remains a mystery
You always tell me how I feel
It’s true I haven’t a clue
I can’t get what’s on the inside out
So I remain mute
There’s so much that I want to say to you
But it gets caught on my tongue
Especially when we’re making out
It could happen to anyone
If lonely was a pill
I’d swallow it whole-heartedly
Still I would complain
The world remains a mystery
I have a sense of my mother’s descent
All the down into madness
I know you’re afraid I might follow her there
And sometimes it comes between us
I need you like fire needs oxygen
You are just what I needed
I know that I’m not a picnic
I wouldn’t say you are either
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10. |
Dearest Alaska
02:25
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Dearest Alaska
I’m in the world like a lost little girl
Who wandered off into a fight
Tonight there’s no fire in my eyes recognize
This tragically pitiful blight
Dearest Alaska I’m in still in Virginia
Where you left me
I drove in the storm to think and to mourn
As rain seemed to seep from my eyes
The fog was so thick as I flew through it
A cloud had just dropped from the sky
Dearest Alaska I’m in still in Virginia
Where you left me
Of all the conceivable months or the seasons
I might escape from this place
I consider the fall the best of them all
When leaves drop and you see you birthday
Dearest Alaska I’m in still in Virginia
Where you left me
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burst & bloom records Maine
Burst & Bloom is a small, independent record label and book publisher based in Kittery and Bath, ME.
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