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California Burning
03:54
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You set me back a month dear
as cleanly as you could
with California burning
my heart is in the woods
If you think that all the waiting
has done me any good
well California's burning
my heart is in the woods
What else can I say?
I think about you every day
What else can I do?
I'm still in love with you
I'll leave you to the city
and your struggles with the law
when California's fine dear
it might be time to call
What else can I say?
I think about you every day
What else can I do?
I'm still in love with you
What else can I say?
What else can I do?
I'm still in love with you
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2. |
My Father's Clothes
04:13
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I'm just a boy wearing my father's clothes
sitting in the backseat picking my nose
kicking out the rhythm of the divots in the road
just a shitty little kid in his father's old clothes
I'm just a boy wearing my father's shirt
so when did all these punks start calling me sir
slouching in the crisp white kitchen getting stoned
and picking at the fibers of my father's old clothes
I'm just a boy wearing my father's watch
waiting for the call to say the other shoes dropped
46 years since till the pulpit and the rose
marking of the hours in my father's old clothes
just a little bit
just a little bit
just to look a little like your daddy did
just a little bit
just a hint of it
just a hint of it
don't look down you nearly got the hang of it
I'm just a boy wearing my father's name
and isn't it a tragedy and isn't it a shame
all the old houses with all the good bones
and nothing in the closet but their father's old clothes
I'm just a boy wearing my father's clothes
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3. |
Shepherd
06:05
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Of all the arguments to make
and all the consequence
I've been sleeping in on Sundays
and waking up with carols in my head
If every eye was to the sky
and every voice you heard was god
then even here
nestled in a down blanket
don't I have
don't I have the gospel on my tongue?
Oh, doubt is a craven thing
black as a ravens wing
but let me taste the earth while I'm alive
you can bury me with ashes on my eyes
It's true there's comfort in the law
it loves you like the the shepherd loves the lamb
but understand
here among the waiting, and the four horsemen
I am working with the spirit in my hand
I am working with the spirit in my hand
Oh, doubt is a garnish thing
blue as a buntings wing
but let me dress in silk while I'm alive
you can bury in my sackcloth when I die
If every eye was to the sky
and every voice you heard was god
then even here
out among the wild rushes
don't I have
don't I have the gospel on my tongue?
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4. |
Your Favorite Vase
04:54
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I had three cigarettes last night
sitting in the smokers lounge, waiting on my connecting flight
you may be far but you're never far from my mind
do you think about me ever?
John says it gets a little easier
not holding out hope for the rest of the year though
doing dishes to the static on the radio
who's gonna want me when I'm this alone?
And I think songs about love are songs about death
I never lost a lover I didn't try to bargain with
and it's strange how the space has the shape of your face
and I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase
I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase
I have these dreams where you're running to meet me
I have these dreams where you can't meet my eye
I can live with the fever, I can power through fall
but I can't get the best of denial
And i believe songs about love are songs about hope
songs about innocence, songs about smoke
and it might take to the new year to find a measure of grace
but I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase
I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase
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5. |
Pardon the Mess
05:24
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I am reborn a child
I am a downed power line running wild
I am a heart on a stick
I am frenzied and calm
I'm the full Rashomon
I am stuck still but I am not sick
Here I am making a room for a love after all of this rage
please pardon the mess while I renovate
I am too small a belt
I am at the end of myself
I am making my therapist rich
I am stepping on rakes
I'm allergic to heartbreak
It is making my writing hand itch
Here I am building a wall for my heart with a heavier gate
please pardon the mess while I renovate
pardon the mess while I renovate
You can measure the bruise on my chest by the length of the day
I am watching it fade now from purple to gainsboro gray
If you think that it's taking too long honey give me a date
I am stitching and sawing, teething an clawing, pushing my men through the rain
I am fixing a broken an ancient vessel
I'm sorry I can't do it all to a schedule
I am the king of the insincere
the rumor that's dogged you all year
yeah, I'm disappointed in me too
Ah but I am an architects son
with a sledge hammer and a glue gun
and I am all out of glue
So I am turning my love into far more enticing a cage
please pardon the mess while I renovate
pardon the mess while I renovate
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6. |
Sparrowhawk
05:07
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Don’t you feel alone sometimes?
Don’t you feel like dying?
Don’t you feel most comfortable in the dark
Waiting on the sparrowhawk
To let the light in?
And I believe in a holy spirit
I keep myself clean to receive it
I believe there’s a ghost in my bed
And it lives where I live
And it knows
It knows...
Don’t you feel your lying to yourself
When you deny that you’re on fire?
We are not a Tuesday morning crowd
We are only what we say we are out loud
We are liars
And I believe that nothing is a sin
I believe the work has yet to begin
And I am dreaming of the light in your eyes
The crescent smile
The night
The knife...
Dress your nest in fallen feathers
Truss it up in wax and leather
Press your weary hands together
Kiss her ashes to the sky
And I believe in the arc and the line
The sparrow knows
The hawk divines
And I am dreaming of a home in the sky
A beating heart
A cry
And I believe in a holy spirit
I keep myself clear to be near it
So I am leaving for the night
If that’s alright
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7. |
Standing Waters
04:28
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Standing Waters
Him:
There are rumors underneath your heavy eyes
And a whisper in the quiver of your smile
I could have sworn I caught you singing songs to keep your spirits high
And a better man than me would ask you why
Her:
You told me all I ever owed you was the truth
But it’s getting harder to remember when I wasn’t somehow hurting you
Cause you don’t really wanna do this,
You just wanna call me ruthless
And the truth is, I don’t wanna feel this anymore than you do
Them:
So this is a conversation for another time
There’s your mercy
There’s a chance for you to breathe
Leave a heart out in the heat
These still waters still run deep
But you don’t know what standing waters breed
You don’t know what standing waters breed
Her:
You can blame me for the things you should have known
But I won’t drown with you cause you can’t swim alone
And I don’t want waste my day on the things you’re too afraid to say
Him:
I can feel this getting closer to the bone
Them:
So this is a conversation for another time
I’m not your father
And I’m not yours
put the rest of it to sleep
These still waters still run deep
But you don’t know what standing waters breed
You don’t know what standing waters breed
You don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
Him:
You don’t know what standing waters breed
Her:
And you don't know how hard it is to leave
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8. |
Heart Music
03:12
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9. |
Rosalina
04:22
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Was Jesus from the line of Cain?
That all his children cursed his name
the world will make a mark of fame
and a cross for all the dreamers
Tell me, what are you doing in a place like this?
Your henna hair, your miners wrists
a bow of lace around your fist
and a name like Rosalina
Cause I think this town is a sinner waiting to be scorned
I think this town is a shrine at which to mourn
and If I can't see a muscle twitch
I am calling it
for the mud and shit
let others ask the sum of it, I won't stick around for cleanup
Rosalina
Rosalina
While other thieves would dust their eyes
I'd dream of all I'd leave behind
and its not as though the hours were mind
but I am certain I was cheated
Cause I think this town is a shadow of the land that we were promised
I think this town is a lie, if I'm being honest
and if I can't breath and you can't breathe
then problem here is in the air, not me
my legs will give and my palms will bleed but I know what I need now
Cause if I don't leave then you can't grieve
and I promised you a fantasy
If I let this town get the best of me, then bury me Rosalina
Rosalina
Rosalina
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Perhaps it is the color of the sun cut flat
An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads I’m standing at
Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind
I don’t mean you any trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset
I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, “I can’t forget”
I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet
Mama, you been on my mind
I am not askin’ you for words like “yes” or “no”
Please understand me, I got no place I am calling you to go
I’m just whispering to myself, so I can't pretend like I don’t know
Mama, you been on my mind
Even though my mind is hazy an’ my thoughts they might be narrow
Where you been don’t bother me or bring me down in sorrow
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow
But mama, you've been on my mind
When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near you
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clearly
As someone who has had you on his mind
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11. |
Art Of Cruelty
05:08
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It's the art of cruelty
to leave you naked, to leave you beckoning
the lover that doesn't speak
but draws the blade across your cheek
It's the end
It's only the beginning
Of the rhyme
the double memory
The certainty, as surely as you can't believe
the knot
the complicity
how quiet the crowd
how sturdy the tree
It's the end it's only beginning
it's the end
Of the word, like the bottom of a boat
falling in
dancing
It's the end it's only beginning
it's the end
It's the end it's only beginning
it's the end
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Zoob Los Angeles, California
Singer-Songwriter/Guitarist from NYC, living in Pittsburgh PA
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