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Dear Soulmate [demo]
01:47
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So, I'm driving and a leaf blows loosely over the road;
I start to cry profusely cus I think it's a toad.
If I smashed the bastard, I would never know.
I get out and listen closely cus I hear something strange,
And I picture something ghostly and it's sick and deranged,
So I invite it in for tea, cus it's me:
I can't let anything go.
So, late that evening, you get a feeling
I could use some uppers and somebody to hold,
So you pick up flowers and you drive three hours,
You buy some socks because you know my feet will be cold,
And I'm way too drunk and I can barely function,
I watch you tell yourself that this will never get old.
This is the girl with the unreasonable spider obsession,
The girl who hit a hearse during a funeral procession,
And you know she'll never let you get old.
And you know I'm never gonna let you get old.
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Dirty [demo]
03:16
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The plot in front of your house was bare, so I put some plants there.
Still don't know how much you like them, but now you know I care.
Dirt under my nails from rescuing tiny earth worms,
All covered in slime, cus they're all working overtime.
I don't know who said dirt was dirty,
I never felt so new.
They will preach of clorox bleach,
But they won't reach me too.
The mud is where we came from,
And the mud is where we go to rest.
It isn't celestial.
The summer afternoon was lazy, and I find it crazy
How we start coming up roses, and end up pushing daisies.
Dirt under my nails beats dipping them in ammonia.
I'm not going inside, cus out here is where I feel alive.
Well, I don't know who said dirt was dirty,
I never felt so new.
They will preach of clorox bleach,
But they won't reach me too.
The mud is where we came from,
And the mud is where we go to rest.
It isn't celestial.
Where the sun sets and the sky and the earth meet,
That's the very same earth that's under our feet.
Where the sun sets and the sky and the earth meet,
That's the very same earth that's under our feet.
Where the sun sets and the sky and the earth meet,
That's the very same earth that's under our feet.
I don't know who said dirt was dirty,
I never felt so new.
They will preach of clorox bleach,
but they won't reach me too.
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Cam's Lullaby [demo]
03:36
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Once upon a time there was a lovely purple princess.
At night she'd slip away because she was secretly a lioness.
In the palace she would pirouette, in the jungle she would creep.
Psst. Are you asleep?
Once upon a time your aunt was just as small as you.
I know you don't like bedtime and your aunt feels that way too.
Your daddy played with me outside the way that you two do.
And how the time bird flew.
And I can promise you there is a happy ever after.
And I can guarantee you'll wish it would come faster.
All you have to do is focus on one chapter at a time.
You'll be fine. Good things will come to you.
That much I wish I knew, when I was as old as you.
I like the bedtime stories where
You fall asleep before the end.
And you'll wake up and you'll be there.
And it won't be pretend.
And I can promise you there is a happy ever after.
And I can guarantee you'll wish it would come faster.
All you have to do is focus on one chapter at a time.
You'll be fine. Good things will come to you.
That much I wish I knew, when I was as old as you.
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Roaring at Tigers [demo]
01:54
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There's a place you can get
Liquor at the CVS
So you can do some mixing
While you wait for your prescription
To get filled
Cocktails with your pills
But never on Sunday.
And there's a place where they fly the battle flag high
One designed for a war
But they decided southern pride is
What they'd like it to stand for.
Maybe I'll understand one day.
And everywhere I go I find
Everyone has lost their minds
Starting fires, roaring at tigers.
And people spend a lot of time
On things that never cross my mind
Slashing tires, splicing wires
Nothing's wilder than roaring at tigers.
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If only we could heat the apartment
With churning brains and desperate voices.
As we pace and we ponder, our minds start to wander.
We question all our choices.
Sometimes we cover so much
That I feel out of touch
With my daily routine.
But I can't un-see the world I've seen.
If only we could fill up our gas tanks and bank accounts
Using our passionate tears:
The ones that are rolling down our cheeks
As the two of us speak of our futures and fears.
Beyond our careers and our peers and our mirrors
It isn't so clear what we're here to do.
So what do we do?
What's taking action?
Is it fixing what's broken or building what's sturdy,
Or hurdling forward, or sitting out this one
So the bullies can get it all out of their systems?
What's taking action?
Is it making a statement or taking a break?
And how can we be still when there's so much at stake
For our children?
Cus someday we'll have children.
If only we could feed all the hungry and heal all the angry
With songs that we sing.
If every beer that we drank was a way to say
Thank you for everything.
Thanks for the love in our hearts
And the sunlight and art,
and those flowers in spring,
And our children.
Cus someday we'll have children.
We'll have our own children.
We'll be children with children.
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Nell New York, New York
Just a Hammerstein without a Rogers.
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