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Where We Met
02:45
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Where we met was a smoke-filled disaster
But it had its charms
It was almost worth the cancer
But, hey, the beer was cheap, and that mattered then
More than future harm
The smoke clung to our clothing
And my smoke-clung peacoat’s what first caught your eye
A compliment and then
A great night
Where we met was the place we’d most visit
In those waning days
Of youth and optimism
There with so much free time and cheap beer
Through the smell and haze
Grew friendships and good stories
And, yeah, those friends were great, but all my favorite nights
Were just me and you
Just right
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2. |
(You) Haunt Me
04:03
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After the wedding, I watched you writhe
On the floor of the house of the husband and bride
You wanted to smoke but it was too cold outside
So you writhed
Of course there was drama, of course there was wine
Of course there were feelings that were kept inside
Impulses shared that we should have applied
If we’d tried
And I know we’re past the ‘after’
And I know things turned out for the best
And I know we’d have been a disaster
The likes of which no one had ever witnessed
And it shouldn’t have felt so daunting
Since we were so often on the same page
And I know it shouldn’t haunt me
But it haunts me all the same
So many exploits and late, aimless drives
And so many joints and purple-teethed nights
So much that still lingers at the front of my mind
All this time
And of course there was drama, but we let most things slide
When the sun came up, you remained by my side
But now we’re too far, there will be no more writhes
Or more wine
And I know we’re past the ‘after’
And I know things turned out for the best
And I know we’d have been a disaster
The likes of which no one had ever witnessed
And it shouldn’t have felt so daunting
Since we were so often on the same page
And I know it shouldn’t haunt me
But it haunts me all the same
You haunt me
You haunt me
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3. |
Ashley At The Frist
02:04
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Ashley
By coincidence
We’re at the same event
‘Paris In Film & Art’
On screen
It’s a surrealist two
'Un Chien Andalou'
Paired with 'L’Atalante'
(They don’t have a permanent collection here
A lot depends on their exhibits
And frankly it’s more miss than hit)
Ashley
It’s almost been a year
How’ve you been doing, dear?
I’m glad you chose to come out
Sadly
It’s easy to ignore
Your boyfriend’s still at war
That’s just the way things are now
There’s no art in permanent aggression
Despite the words of long-ago dead men
It’s better to be floating down the Seine
Like newlyweds
With no plans ahead
Slipping through the days
In peaceful naivete
Ashley
It’s a nice surprise
To see you one more time
Within this Deco facade
I’m glad we
Could catch up again
Among these long-dead men
I’m sure our secret’s safe with them
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4. |
Cold
05:33
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It’s not as if I’m too bummed
There was never any doubt
It would always be fleeting
And I don’t need to know the answers
Or start a quest for truth
Or search for greater meaning
Yeah, I was fearful of disconnection
And still I did not call
Did not upset the perceived order
Made no move to break our fall
What was once so easy-going
Is now clinical, detached
The words stripped of emotion
The effort far from max
You left me cold
You left me cold, you know, you know
Wet winter, wetter springtime
Still I walked in the rain
Tempering expectations
Of a birch-forested bedroom
Concluding those great nights
Of wine and conversation
It was so effortless
Easy-going and relaxed
After all, there was a feeling
After all, it’s all but lapsed
So here we go, here’s disconnection
All one has to do is call
Disregard all perceived order
Find what once was mutual
You left me cold
You left me
You left
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5. |
Don't Puke
02:51
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We had plans but got caught
Up in the pleasantness of talk
Hours passed and we were still
In the same spot
Stories went, stories came
Over cocktails with stupid names
And stupid prices, yet we stayed til
The lights came up
We each stumbled down the steps
Fully felt the night’s effects
A growing crush, and the drinks, of course
Two butterflies
And at your door, you looked so cute
I touched your cheek, I said, ‘don’t puke’
So we kissed and kissed some more
Then went inside
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