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The Talent I Never Had
02:23
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Does a modern man with a hat make a sound
When his vanished build finally hits the ground
These well-worn doubts still feed a kind of pain
Making me feel like I’m always against the grain
I never lost the talent I never really had
Even the best cliché will one day go bad
Everyone deserves someone like ‘the one’
Who makes you feel something, something like love
We’re all here to cut to the deepest quick
And if there’s anything left, hope it someday sticks
That knocking hand upon the slightly cracked door
Who says with warmth, in a mannered tone
‘Leave me alone’
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I got the Hermes Baby out
And my fingers took flight
Doesn’t matter if I get the facts right
I knew her as Blue
But her real name was Maud
She loved the Shangri-La’s
And the Paisley Underground
Ooh la la la oh
She spoke with a mangled lisp
Her Superfudge paperback
Lay near the bed
Next to the dog-eared Marx
That she never read
After just one year
In these hallowed halls
This girl from the sticks
Leaned over the falls
What she did next would shock
A ruddy-faced nun
She trust-fell over the railing
When she knew there was no one
Ooh la la
And now she can’t go back home to find
A carved message left behind
It was still in the arm of the oak
A document of an inside joke
Oh when they fished her out
There was little doubt
It was the French major
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3. |
Confidence Trick
04:35
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I won’t mince matters lest I laugh
I’m an everyday matter of fact
I’ve been middle of the road
For as long as these eyes have known
Leave that nerve on the ledge
It’s all we have left
What I lack in luster, I find in rituals of artifice
Oh it’s just a trick of confidence
I’ve been my own half glass of hope and lifeline
Of the arch and Midwest and forlorn kind
Let’s not split the River Styx in two
My steely guts keep me alive for you
Leave that nerve on the ledge
It’s all I have left
Lean into Eros
Is not the same thing
As lean into arrows
Despite the chance
Of being hurt
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4. |
Hot Pink & Tussock
03:30
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Laura, you were dreaming
In miniature and madeleines
Laura, you were dreaming
In hot pink and tussock
Laura, you were dreaming
When the wave of want hit
Oh Laura, there is no god
Never been, not even a one
If you need some solace
Come on over tonight, I’ve got some
Laura, you keep desire close
Never arch and always wise
Laura, you play Lennon’s God always at sunrise
Laura your mind is a nimble thing
Varied when married to witnessing
Oh Laura, there is no god
Never been, not even a one
Over and over
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5. |
Rocket Was a Pony
02:55
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Rocket was a pony
‘Round the year of 1980
I was just a wee bit
Oh so deep between the ears
You and I cannot set the clock back
In its city grave
Clearly its father time
Telling me that days are numbered
I’ve been reckoning with the fables of my mind
I’ve been feeling the rushing course of time
Rocket was a pony
Always wore a stiff upper lip when alive
Until his toes turned up in the air in ‘85
I’ve been adding frame to life all this time
Betting on the cloudy math of my mind
Halcyon days in the rearview mirror glow
Always golden as our life will go
Rocket was a pony
Until he wasn’t a pony anymore
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6. |
Summertime Entrances
03:29
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I am somewhere, along a straight
Tenth and Center, just east of Eighth
I’m cycling through summer moments
In morning light with everything in past tense
The meadows are open, far and wide
No one but you, beside your side, oh
Life can be, sometimes it doesn’t have to be
It’s hole and corner business just trying to be me
Love can be, it also doesn’t have to be
There are fewer and fewer mysteries that truly interest me
Falling through a void of summertime entrances
That will fade away
I remain trapped in the anchor of my own amber
Of a question raised, born inside an answer
Stars worth their stay, dimmed so long ago
What it all means is sometimes it feels hollow
And it feels so hollow
It will fade away
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A drunk and naked god on call
Slurred through the day and nightfall
All my friends and foes and me
Glazed and golden along the worn out sea
At the dance party of hushed throes
Time at one’s elbow and time our woes
As for a tomorrow nobody really knows
Because that’s just how it always goes
How this orgy goes
I whispered in the most gentle of way
“There’s nothing beyond today”
All our books and songs and quotes
In the mighty wave where nothing floats
At the dance party a hushed echo
A doo-wop guru’s chant at death’s repose
As for a redemption nobody really knows
Because that’s just how it always goes
How the ash flows
Like a washout, like a bust
The human story, fucked by us
Our greedy guts, just full of lust
How much can you get from zero times zero
Feels like the end of the show
With this grave nature and weight
We snickered along the straight
All the ghosts and ghouls and me
Stumble toward a cruel and sullen sea
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8. |
To Be Seen By You
03:22
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All those days, the building of airs
So little of myself I could ever share
All the mistakes I brought to bare
Still you came from out of nowhere
And tenderly said, “babe, I see you”
You took the suitcase of my past
That ample yoke on my vaulted back
Moved all that history to the dustbin
Nary a thought ‘bout the man I’d been
And still you came from out of nowhere
And tenderly said, “babe, I see you”
I know it’s just a bit, but a bit of me has to be enough
I’m all done with the distance and the buried text hiding
Behind these eyes
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9. |
Actualities on a Beach
06:28
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I wish to be our city’s lonesome laureate
Of one-liners, ‘cause I can’t afford the two
Come on in world, walk through the open door
That rigged-up threshold ain’t a line anymore
This is my trick, this is one type of beige life
It can be as dull as an easygoing (in) knife
It can be as fictional as wrong is to right
I want to help you babe suss this muck all out
Angle your eyes to fill in these holes of doubt
I hunger by and by in my garden at dusk
Masking the hurt still hoping for a bit of luck
Prose is the judgment, death is the other
And that’s the final thing I want to say
Let the bronzed bodies fall where they may
But even in our worst state in a double light
Through a long hallway straight into the night
I don’t need any story of the beyond you see
When girl, you’re sleeping in the hole next to me
When the laws of knowing come down to it
I’m gonna take the gumshoe’s theory and make it fit
Cut me loose now babe or sunder me never
You and I know there’s more to this than truth
Like a secret buried in a wall of a house you once ran through
And when there’s nothing to be done
And you and I for good ol’ fun
Scribble out the words in sand
Words from Because I Am
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10. |
A Clumsy Lover's Hand
04:45
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At the end of the dry salvages
The sun soothes and assuages
I slumped to a grass stained knee
Before your wincing face and sea
And the sea’s mouth agape
Left no room for escape
At the end of my pitch, a measly mess
If you do, I will too, I guess
And the sea’s mouth agape
Left no room for escape
This moment won’t last, its already gone
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Broken Hearts Are Blue Detroit, Michigan
Broken Hearts Are Blue are a indie rock band whose members live in Kalamazoo, Minneapolis, Alameda, and Los Angeles.
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