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1. |
Sorry, Susan
02:48
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Susan, it’s clear
The end of the line is here
It’s probably for the best
To go ahead and get this over with
At the park I asked you how
You saw yourself five years from now
I noted all I wanted to see and do
Without once mentioning you
Susan, goodbye
It was almost a lovely time
Now I’ll excuse myself
Cuz you clearly deserve someone else
Someone who loves me completely
Someone who’s leagues better than me
Someone who’s selfless and generous
Someone who shares your interests
Someone who always wants me by their side
Someone who always sees you in their life
Someone who’ll keep guys like you away
Someone who’ll be there ‘til your dying day
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2. |
You, Goddamn
03:46
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It was a meeting overdue, almost one year in the making
A chance to start again, to atone for a mistake in
Failing to pick up on the most obvious of signs
But what can I say, that’s the story of my life
On the third floor of a house, getting cozy right around where
We could watch the flurries as they fell upon the town square
With an arm around your shoulder, I turned to you and then
Eliminated any chance I’d make the same mistake again
I had a hunch and it proved true
And then some, all because of
You, goddamn, somehow beyond amazing
You, goddamn, you send my pulse a-racing
You, goddamn, I’d never tire of embracing
You, my dear
You, goddamn, I just want to stay in bed with
You, goddamn, push and pull and push again with
You, goddamn, I never want this to end with
You, my dear
All signs indicate that this shouldn’t work at all, it’s
An endless drifting man and a girl not far removed from college
You are beautiful and optimistic, you are blue-eyed and blond
I’m fatalistic, brown-eyed, and my hair’s either black or gray or gone
I had a hunch and it proved true
And then some, all because of
You, goddamn, you defy all expectation
You, goddamn, the epitome of perfection
You, goddamn, with too many virtues to mention
In one dumb song
You, goddamn, I just want to stay in bed with
You, goddamn, push and pull and push again with
You, goddamn, does this really have to end
That must be wrong
I go away (He goes away)
It’s what I do (It’s what he does)
I can not stay (He can not stay)
Even with you (With you because)
I don’t know when (He doesn’t know)
I can come back (When he’ll be back)
Tomorrow, then, (And he’s too weak to change that)
Will sadly lack in
You, goddamn, somehow beyond amazing
You, goddamn, I’d never tire of embracing
You, goddamn, maybe my luck will someday change, and
I’ll return
You, goddamn, so that I can share the bed with
You, goddamn, push and pull and push again with
You, goddamn, maybe things don’t have to end
But until then . . .
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3. |
Missing Primus
04:28
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Gillian, you had your hair straightened
Partially for your boyfriend
But maybe more for the bass player
Who was here today
You say that it’s the way you look best
And I’ve no way to render judgement
Without having wavy evidence
To contemplate
You still look great, for what it’s worth
This night is not what you deserve
Your day began with so much hope
Your favorite band was putting on a show
At the local casino
It’s not far away
Instead you’re at a bar with me
How can one fall so rapidly?
Sail the seas of discontentment or fly fearlessly
Race on past the mud-flecked indignation
Keep yourself in good spirits, don’t lose your dignity
Despite the night’s frustrations
Gillian, you’re swaying with the beat
So half the time you’re moving closer to me
But I know that where you’d rather be
Feels so far away
Your boyfriend wants you to come home
That doesn’t mean you have to go
Sail the seas of discontentment or fly fearlessly
Race on past the mud-flecked indignation
Keep yourself in good spirits, don’t lose your dignity
Make the most of a bad situation
If we head on down in the dark, we could have ourselves a time
(Though we both know that’s pointless speculation)
A decade in, the status quo’s still stubbornly defined
And so you’ll go home resigned
I’ll stay, and fade from your mind
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4. |
Sorry, Annie
02:54
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Annie, I treated you like shit and I don’t remember why
I don’t remember much of anything beyond that night
When we made out in my car after our friend’s gallery show
Drinking copious amounts of free beer and merlot
Was there a build-up to the moment or did it just happen by chance?
What served as a catalyst for this automotive dalliance
In a dirty Nissan Sentra ill-designed for such courtship
We maneuvered best we could as I kissed your wine-stained lips
And we dryhumped for too long, dryhumped ‘til we both were sore
Then you shuffled down the seat and you did a little more
When we lowered the steamed windows so you could have a smoke
We had cop cars on each side who were only there to watch the show
Nothing more was said or done in the intervening days
When our paths next crossed it was clear, it was clear something had changed
And by ‘something’ I mean me, I was too much of a prick
To never think you might have wanted something more than a one-night thing
I only thought about myself, which was how I rolled back then
You let me know how much I hurt you, and we never spoke again
So I’m sorry and I guess I remembered more than I led on
I hope someday we can meet again so I can try to correct this wrong
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5. |
Olia
05:00
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Am I making a mistake?
Is this a waste of time?
All because I cannot shake
The sorrow in your eyes
Who will regret this more
The storyteller or
The listener?
You can tell me everything
Get it out of your mind
The good, the bad, the dark, the sweet
The warm and not-so-kind
Don’t let the heartache win
Don’t let more doubt creep in
Don’t disappear
You don’t always have to feel
So uneasy
Life’s too short to be spent moping
In the depths of your self-loathing
Can you sense my hesitance?
The wobble in my talk
Empathy is not my strength
But I’ll give it my best shot
If I can help, it’s cool
If not, I guess that’s fine
Don’t let me waste your time
You don’t always have to feel
So uneasy
Life’s too short to be spent moping
In the depths of your self-loathing
You can waste the life you’re given
That’s your right but that’s not living
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It’s too nice a day to let slip by
The June heat’s at a minimum
There’s no real reason for staying inside
The clouds help to temper the sun
Hundreds of miles of coastline here
That are rarely given a passing thought
We take it for granted every year
Meaning to go but then not
There’s no time for excuses
There’s no reason for refusing
There’s only one place we should go
We’ll regret it if we say no, you know
We both know the thought that nags in our minds
Our schedules rarely coalesce
Sooner or later we’ll run out of time
And we’ll both be to blame for the mess
If this keeps up then what is the point
Of being together if we
Are never able to fully enjoy
The other’s much-missed company
So there’s no time for excuses
All that’s left to choose is
Whether to bring along some beers or some wine
Plus a lotion with an SPF that’s sky high
Make a summer playlist
To blare along the way with
Jimmy Cliff and The Ramones
Jimmy Cliff and The Ramones
The Wannadies and Beulah
Elvis, Cults, The Who and
Harold Melvin, Shannon Jones
Harold Melvin, Shannon Jones
The Go-Go’s and The Four Tops
Yo La Tengo, Magnapop
Pet Shop Boys, Jemina Pearl
Pet Shop Boys, Jemina Pearl
Deerhunter, Chuck Berry
Slade and Mungo Jerry
The Lucksmiths and Brazilian Girls
The Lucksmiths and Brazilian Girls
They go bah bah ba-ba bah
Bah bah ba-ba bah
We’ll find a spot where we can lay our things
Set down the towels and start on the drinks
The lotion will make us smell like coconuts
The water is cold but we’ll quickly adjust
As we make our way further in tentative steps
Past seaweed and shells and other detritus
Soon we’ll be swimming and skimming the waves
And perfectly content with wasting the day
You will practice your backstroke, your undersea flips
I’ll grab you and kiss all the salt from your lips
And we will spend hours so happy and free
And when nature calls we’ll just piss in the sea
When the sun starts to set we’ll head back to dry land
Finish our drinks and wash off the sand
You know sometimes I cannot feel more alive
You’re the joy, you’re the joy, the greatest joy in my life
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7. |
Grand Exploits
03:44
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Somehow our mellowest time
Was when you were coked up and I was sleep deprived
And we held off on getting on
Til we finished a ‘Mindfreak’ marathon
What little energy I had left
Was put to good use when we went to bed
Eventually, I passed out, then
You woke me up so we could go again
We were the secret-est of secrets
As different as different gets
No one that we knew
Ever had a single clue
And that made things feel even better yet
One time in my garage
Far from anybody else because
For reasons I still can’t explain
You liked yelling out my roommate’s name
You were bouncing off the walls
At the Vietnamese billiard hall
I eased your mind, I changed your mood
Til we were kicked out of the women’s room
We were the secret-est of secrets
As different as different gets
Virtually guaranteed
To crash and burn eventually
Til then, though, we made the most of it
Never any strings
Never in the day
Never anything
That carried any weight
Never any love
Never any laughs
Never less than fun
But never more than that
We were the secret-est of secrets
And as different as different gets
Everyone we knew
Never cared ‘bout me and you
They tsk-tsked and ‘why, I nevered’
As if they knew any better
So the secrets were unneeded
But the differences were seeded
Much too deeply to keep holding them at bay
Cuz in the harsh light of the morning
There was a mutual disjoining
And no interest once the fun had worn away
And all that became irrelevant
Because predictably we went
Our separate ways then soon after lost touch
But you still enter my mind sometimes
Our grand exploits return when I
Need a good memory to pick me up
But it’s often not enough
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8. |
You
05:28
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It took us by surprise
To see the Northern Lights
On a southbound Midwest drive
I swore a love was there
Thought we were mutually aware
In the temperamental air
And in the years between
You’re still a mystery to me
As elusive as the atmosphere
Impossible to hold
An auroral glow
That could not be more unknown
Because no one knows you
No one knows you
It came as no surprise
You never said goodbye
Just disappeared into the night
But that auroral glow
Persists, endures and grows
More than you will ever know
But no one knows you
No one knows you
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9. |
Jessica, Please
04:07
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We bonded over common fears
Of comfort, irony, and stalled careers
A potentially-fleeting flicker in a moment of chance
You amid a prolonged subdrop
I in charm with my Bang! Bang! socks
Jessica, it’s okay if no one else understands
Here is perfection, here is ideal
Apart from the crowd who’ll never feel what we feel
In the quaintness of cigarette smoke under neon lights
Ironic blasts from the jukebox send
That fear of comfort through us again
Jessica, please, tell me we will be alright
Jessica, please
Jessica, please
Jessica, please
Tell me
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10. |
At The Fuck-It Hour
03:11
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At the ‘fuck-it’ hour
We were allowed to go inside
The final band had just started
The doorman did not seem to mind
You led our way in
Cleared our path through the crowd
You seemed to know most of the people
I was a stranger in the town
Always a stranger in a town
It was garage rock
A festival, a sold-out show
The kind that some in Memphis
Just cannot seem to outgrow
But that’s alright ‘cause
The band you most wanted to see
Was playing all your favorites
They weren’t doing anything for me
But they made you so happy
Earlier, I had a funny feeling
I knew like I had never known before
That if I let these two words guide my evening
Nothing but the best would be in store
Back at your place
With beers we didn’t really need
You sussed out my unenthusiasm
Towards the band we had just seen
So on your laptop
You put on my favorite band
And motioning to the bedroom
You stood up and took my hand
And I gladly took your hand
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