1. |
ex falco - cheap
03:55
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hidden in a pale house
i dove into your pores and found
another kind of power
laying like a kid
i searched the mattress for an answer
so what ambition makes you king?
and what could something little mean?
is all our loving cheap
if what we made we can't keep?
golden in the cockpit
we crashed like waves on the carpet
and watched the dreamers getting restless
heavy like the bottle
like tire talking's all i know
so what ambition could i have
when all i want's to hold her hand?
when all i need's what i have?
if she's not coming back?
if she's not coming back?
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ex falco - conversations
02:41
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your dad's still kind of sexist
and my mom's a loner
the way we love is reckless
and our plans are changing
she tastes like wine
and talking's like sex
we spent the day trying to get it back
but the city is gray
and the water is clean
we laughed at ourselves in a lonely field
this conversation's boring
and our friends are late
she's putting on my shirt
while i'm making breakfast
and i thought it all through
behind a cigarette
confessed my love like a children's book
and i won't try
i won't try
to put up a fight or change your mind
and i know it's wrong
head's in a fog
if i'm still convinced
you're staying
i'm sorry
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3. |
ex falco - faye
02:47
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4. |
ex falco - leaves
04:27
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heavy
02:07
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my head is hard
my heart is heavy in the dark
i feel so strange
maybe it's the wine i had to drink
but i don't mind
it feels ok to feel bad sometimes
when everything
feels like another sacrifice
i had this dream
learned then forgot what it all means
i search my thoughts
the leaves are dancing in the parking lot
are you in the mood?
for something beautiful and good?
if not that's fine
there'll always be another night
i just wanna stay and waste some time
a couple hours out of line
maybe i'll raise my cup
but i won't drink too much
just enough to find
a current in the night
another burning light
a feeling that i might
remember
later on
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stumped
02:38
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mama once told me
that i could be
a painter or a doctor
or whatever
but mostly i'm just stumped these days
and i'm scared i'll always be
so here's hoping i get better
than what i've turned out to be
i've been given such a gift
but what do i have to show for it?
i feel like i've been chewing more than i've bit
i ask you what should i do
and you say, "don't use that word!"
i can't help it, my brain's melted
from all the cautionary tales i've heard
a rolling stone gathers no moss
but maybe moss is what i need?
have you seen it? my back leaning
against the wrong side of the tree
maybe i've been in this hell
cuz i'm afraid of the choice itself
in choosing i must sacrifice part of myself
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7. |
big dipper
01:58
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like water rolling down some hill
i come to rest sometimes
in a low and easy place
so hold me in your cupped hands
now i'm a mirror with a placid surface
turning a bashful cheeks
until i slip through your fingers
what's the use in seeing me?
ian smokes a cigarette
out in the new england cold
i look down and i feel old
standing outside of the show
and in the corner of the parking lot
i point up at orion
and i point at the big dipper
and the dipper points somewhere too
off somewhere out of view...
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8. |
spring
03:05
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i find myself in some kind of love again
the love that i share with my old friends
a voice drifts gently down from the window above
speaking with words like flower buds
"tell us that story you tell!"
i shrug and i say, "what the hell"
can i take a picture of you with the sun in your eyes?
a relic of when fortune shined on me
i'll keep it in my pocket with my memories
there's only so much we get to keep
so let's have another drink
and fade into history
i can still hear the silence beneath it all
when i pay attention to its call
but i neglect to listen more often than not
so easy to say that i forgot
i tie myself up in knots
in service to my wayward thoughts
oh my god
it keeps me up at night
the thought that i might die before i wake
help me out
and keep me company
wandering the streets just messing around
that sounds good to me
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see you later Providence, Rhode Island
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