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Bonnie
01:17
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When We Were Kids
03:42
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I know I can find us all beneath
The sheets that we once hid
And see the world through our prying eyes
The places that we've been
Along the way and stayed the night
Keeping lovless secrets hid
Within the lies begin anew
As kids we used to go play hide and seek
In backyards that weren't ours
As kids we used to climb on rooftops and
Stare up at the stars
As kids we used to find the time to do
The things the we once loved
When we were kids but we're not kids
I wanna go back to the times where
I didn't care to fall
I wanna fit back in the places that
I could when I was small
Beneath the couch where no one knew
I miss the times when you were you
I know I can find us as all behind
The walls that we've raised
See the world through the jaded lens
Of that summer haze
When we walked home without a sound
Can Someone tell me what this life's about
All about
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Turning Over New Leaves
03:52
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Hey it's time
You see me now
Not who I'm not
Or who I want to be
Take me as I am
Flaws and vices too
Please just take it all
With you
So come on enjoy the show
Take a look and see
All that I have to hold
Slipping away from me
And dad maybe this one's for you
Show me that people can change
After fall a new leaf awaits
These dark dark days
Dark dark days
It's hard to say
Dad maybe this one's for you
Show me that people can change
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4. |
The Dead, They Waltz
04:06
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With bricks for shoes
My feet abuse this
Wooden floor
Beneath me
And I can't follow you
So I will fall from you
This aisle of red it calls to me
As I flow towards its peak
I swear I could be the one for you
Oh and you the one for me
And tendrils start to crease my spine
My breath has shortened up
Reprimand the man I am
Because I'm a poor fuck of a love
My chest it holds a chronic part
Who's beats are humming thin
And although I'm an atheist
Father please forgive my sins
The dead they waltz behind the door
It's been awhile since we've touched
And mom I know you loved the floor
But I'm a poor excuse for a son
I'm a poor excuse for a son
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5. |
John & Mary
01:51
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I swore I saw an angel
Back when I was ten
It filled my head with hope
But that's when I was ten
And now I'm not so trusting
And I hate what I've become
A body filled with pestilence
Because I'm a slave to what I love
And they said
Boy turn it down
Boy turn it down
Your voice is just too loud
I said boy turn it down
Babe we should stop fighting
It's three more ticks till dawn
I'll just take the couch
Because my words came out wrong
And I'll put my hands away
Because these walls have had it's fill
My eyes they start to sting
My knuckles stained and still
My knuckles run from the cracks we've created
I thought we made it
But quarrelsome words stick quarrels to my chest
Picked at a particular cadence
Payments are due and I swear I know my debt
So to you these words I'll give you what I have kept
And I said
Boy turn them down
Boy turn them down
They're voices are too loud
I said boy turn it down
Boy turn them down
Boy turn them down
But I can't
Because I don't know how
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7. |
Sweet, Sweet Magdalene
06:20
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The smallest part of me
Is an echoing cavern
Ready to be filled by the
Light of your lantern
Kerosene careens
From your grip onto the floor
And you're looking to the place
You think I might have torn
My bag it holds a camera
Sniffing salts and rakes
A brownish hand recorder
Just to put the sounds to tape
To play back for you later
On inauguration day
And you will teach them slowly how
To pronounce your name
Sweet sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
I'm sturdy like the Soo Line
But I'm one dead Nazarene
Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh what the hell
Stay a spell tonight babe
And I'll make love to you
The whole night through
I warned you would find bleeding
A crease in my long back
This is long before you knew me
I was a slave to hearts attack
You need it like a train track
Needs its pins and spikes
And the town below the dam falls
Needs it's gutter and its dikes
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8. |
A Life, A Loss
06:16
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Hold me like a vice or a flaw
Like one you can't stop committing
Even though it gives you pause
Hopefully it's just a phase
But it's hard to take the blame
When It's not my fault my blue veins
Appeal to this silver switch blade
Take time off my lifespan with a rusty spade
Am I digging a hole
Or am I digging a grave
Or is it just the same damn thing these days
And I can't get out of them
So frivolous
Talking about it all just makes people scatterbrained and chivalrous
While I'm shivering in the cold serpents slithering round my feet
Fold scales over my back and voldy offer me a Bailey Sweet
But I don't want it
Preaching stop it
Stop preaching
Preach to an atheist who
Shaves his wrist and
Locks his wits in a locket stop it
A dark heart brings up memories that
Should have been forgetten
Playing through scenarios in your mind
Because you could never drop it
Stop it
Put those thoughts below
The deepest penny in your pocket
Soon you'll be digging for copper coins
In the same holes dug
By the one who lost it
Soon you'll be digging for copper coins
In the same holes dug
By the one who lost it
I wont call you my friend
If you wont see me again
Anymore
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Say your breath has shortened up
And I know you're down on luck
Please just make your mind unstuck
Maybe we can find you
Say your lips have intertwined
Please don't ask if you are mine
There's no walking out this time
Hopefully they find you
I know why
Why I try
I know why
Why I try
Say your breath has shortened
And I see you're down on luck
Please just get yourself unstuck
I think they will find you
We sit in silence
In this empty room
We sit in silence
In this empty room
Our conversation lasted
Until you said your piece
But I’m feeling unforgiving
And you can’t see
The line you’ve crossed
with your intemperance
I swear look at the line
The line
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10. |
The Marriott
02:34
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When I'm depressed
I find a guest
To fill my time
It's best if we
Climb in to bed
And read some lines
Entwined in books
Soaked in wine
You shook and stole
My weary mind
Until release
We reach the peak
And cease to speak
Seek weeks we've tossed
Peek in beseech
The sleep we've lost
The fights we've stopped
Through sweat and pills
We pop like hot
Balloons and fill
The room with heat
It's red the bed
Instead a burden
I must bare
Etched in my back
I am so stressed
I put it back
But fuck it finds me
Winding tendrils
Latch inside me
Hold me up a
Puppet shackled
By its lines
I try to move
This crucifix
Looming above
When im depressed
I find a guest
To fill my time
It’s best if we
Climb into bed
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11. |
The Time I'm Gone
05:29
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Come and meld your pistons
Run them true and red
Drag lead all on the counter babe
For storing present threats
My pulse churns like a semaphore
With static toning hymns
I'll begin this raised essential babe
As the swollen clouds roll in
I finally found my footsteps
Crossing south and west
Ill forge my best from winter suns
While tendrils cool my chest
Tendrils cool my chest
My veins form a noose
And the velvet pulls me in
Crawling from his satchel babe
My shadow's growing thin
My sternum takes less punishment
From the clock held deep within
Someone close the cannery
And my form will fill it in
The ground has found the leaves again
Though they fooled it once or twice
holocene grabbed a foothold
And held on with a vice
Hold me with a vice
Hold me with a vice
Hold me with a vice
Hold me like a vice
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12. |
A Happy Ending
03:45
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I met you on an evening walk
And I don't get scared
Because you're not that hot
I guess this is a good time to talk
I'll be myself and you be you
You're crazy but intriguing too
I guess we have some more
Conversating to do
Weeks go by and you're still not hot
But your mind has got me all worked up
It's like Plato and Magdalene
Mixed with Joseph Conrad
We don't sleep a lot
But when we do
The sex is good and so are you
So I guess there's slightly less
Conversating to do
And people think we're quite a pari
Or so with think since people stare
As they watch
Our polka dots disappear
And hooking up with your best friend
Is the best damn thing intil it ends
Because when it ends
You're not hooking up with anyone
And now I still can't help but picture you naked
I still can't help but picture you naked
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Chasing Nora Los Angeles, California
Chasing Nora is a project that hopes to evoke reflective, pensive thoughts in its
listeners.
www.chasingnora.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCu0T4YHejamtgCc1aQjqdSg
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