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I Promised Her A Tower
02:37
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I promised her a tower
It’d be the envy of the town
Not San Francisco modern
More ‘out-of-time’ than ‘now’
I promised her a cable car
Over rye and mandarins
And I promised her a tower
On a citrus-scented whim
In a heavy, steady rain
As we looked up towards the moon
(They even gave it a new name)
Shining on the out-of-sync-ness that’s oh-so San Francisco modern
An antiseptic aesthetic that is coating every corner
Coating
Choking
Revolting
Stoking
Stoking ire
But mostly
Stoking nothing
As useful as the clouds over a pink-hued city hall
By jazzmen jailed with no favors left at all
I promised her a tower
Cutting through the misty air
An undeserved record
Of a paper-thin affair
I promised her a tower
I never followed through
Stumbling downhill along Powell
Searching for a good excuse
I promised her a tower
In the city, in the rain
The first of many failures
She never brought it up again
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The Fade
04:55
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Stare at the ceiling
Don’t make a sound
Keep the breathing slow
There was a feeling
Was just around
Where did the damn thing go?
Thought it’d be different
Thought things had changed
The fickleness was quashed
A yawning distance
More of the same
An all-too-common loss
There’s nothing here past today
It’s not fair to her
A losing battle
As I start to fade
She doesn’t even stir
Nothing besides us
A gentle snore
A brief domestic glimpse
An easy kindness
But nothing more
Why does it go like this?
There’s nothing here past today
It’s not fair to her
A losing battle
As I start to fade
She doesn’t even stir
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Old Town Scottsdale
02:04
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We had cocktails
In Scottsdale
The Old Town
With sunburned arms
That were once pale
Pre-Scottsdale
The Giants fans
Clog the bars
Past retail
And art sales
The galleries
Become a blur
The air stale
In Scottsdale
Our last time
Is inferred
Thoughts trail
No avail
At the hotel
The hint received
Words fail
In Scottsdale
A clumsy hug
I watched you leave
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Topgolf Bullshit
03:39
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In the waning days of my ‘hot stuff’ phase
When I was dumb enough to believe
That I could keep a streak of optimism going
For longer than a couple weeks
It was close enough to my birthday
Where we could go ahead and indulge
On a wintry Monday evening, it was like
We had the whole town to ourselves
Hustling through the billiard hall
You claimed that you let me win
We escaped the karaoke place
Before the karaoke could begin
In and out of the brasserie
With the chintzy 80’s neon sign
We caught some pints at the British pub before
Walking to the local dive
Who’d have thought we could ever feel so charmed
While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
A joy that’s caught, and a lust for life recharged
While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
Two years since I found myself here
And I’m far from being settled in
The only thing that’s certain’s that
This ‘stranger’ act is wearing thin
There’s so much still to explore, and I’d love
To explore it with you by my side
And maybe get a streak of optimism
Lasting far beyond the wintertime
Who’d have thought we could ever feel so charmed
While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
A joy that’s caught, and a lust for life recharged
While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
Who’d have thought we could ever feel so charmed
While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
A joy that’s caught, and a lust for life recharged
While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
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5. |
The Fade (Out)
05:07
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This song is an instrumental.
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