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september summer’s here
the leaves are dark green
and shining in the sun
the air is cold and clean
i said goodbye to you two days ago
but now it’s sinking in
drinking coffee in your kitchen while the day gets cold
you look so much like him
and it has to end so something else can start
and my head knows this but not my stupid heart
but my autumn skies are blue
and they’re just as blue without you
and the rain is soft and warm
and i never was scared of a thunderstorm
september summer’s here
my horoscope has good news
next month i’m getting rich
my enemies will all lose
he still makes me nervous like he used to do
like we’re in school again
why do i feel so surprised when anyone is nice to me?
like they’re just playing pretend
and it has to end so something else can start
when the branches bend brown leaves cover my yard
but my sunset shines so bright
there’s all sorts of things to do at night
and we’ve still got time before it snows
and i’ll just fly south if it starts to get too cold
september summers here
september summers here
21 perfect days
of love, envy, and fear
september summers here
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2. |
mary jo
06:06
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mary jo went over the bridge on her way home
no seatbelts, no worries, all hurry, and a flurry of mo-tion
teddy was so charming, it’s alarming how he made her blush so
it’s a scandal, and his friends still at the party, how they made him rush so
mary jo
oh, mary jo
and the people all say they know
mary jo’s not in love, she’s just young, and her lips are so pale
she smokes the doctor-recommended cigarette, and her roads have no guard rails
she works hard in that boiler room, all her fingers are ink stained
caught the eyes of a blue blood fool, now he wraps her up in chains
mary jo
oh, mary jo
and they’re selling tickets to your show
mary jo plays softball, she’s a catcher, likes the red sox, and she typed bob’s speeches
all the men in this town, they’ve got power, but they live like leaches
mary jo’s pantyhose are all torn, and her red hair is in tangles
her blue eyes are frozen wide open and she’s looking at an upward angle
mary jo
oh, mary jo
yeah you’re looking up from down below
mary jo’s never been a heavy drinker, until tonight
she loves jesus, and her mother and father, she’d make a beautiful wife
it’s a legacy, it’s a tragedy
it’s a curse on all those fucking kennedys
mary jo
(drag me down to the bottom of the sea
i am not what i set out to be
tell me no and i will run away
chase me off and i will try to stay
feed me flattery and i'll turn sweet
make you cry then make you kiss my feet
lo, my lover hovers over me
she finds she is not what she set out to be)
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bring us home, cut my hair, dan
samson won't know the difference anyway
take these words, weave a story for me, dan
i'll pretend that you're never gonna leave
go to sleep, let me worry for you
take your time, there's no hurry for you
i'll live through the end of your eras
if you'll forgive my fickle heart
i know we're unlikely, i know we're
born losers, i miss you and jamie,
i'll lace up your boots
don't forget all you've left behind you
turn towards the sun, i will water your roots
(i’ll be the dirt around them too, keep winter warm and summer cool)
never doubt how the world was made
to forge a path for you
(i’ll paint you yellow when you’re blue, keep winter warm and summer cool)
think of me sometimes,
like i think of you
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4. |
people person
02:38
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a hundred thousand wasps
live underneath my skin
and i can’t stop them
once they start their buzzing
the tornado in my mind
starts to spin again
wind whips my hair
and blows the yellow walls in
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
before it gets better
it has to get worse, and
i am not a people person
you interrupt my sleep
you stray me from my plans
your wear me out your
every wish is my command
your voice makes me feel weak
succumbing to quicksand
my power is usurped
i need your warm hands
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
before it gets better
it has to get worse, and
i am not a people person
i am on a mission
to get more liquor in my system
jumping up and down in rhythm
kissing on counters in the kitchen
baby you can find me always
blazing faster than a comet down the hallways
god i hate these kinds of parties
no one try to break my heart please
i am not a people person
i am not a people person
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i'm nobody
03:15
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"i'm nobody who are you
are you nobody too
there's a pair of us
don't tell
they'd banish us you know"
i don't need your friendship
i have lots of friends
i don't need your money
i have my own ends
i don't need your time
i got plenty of my own
i don't want to see you so leave me alone
"how dreadful to be someone
how public like a frog
to tell one's name
the livelong day
to the admiring bog"
don't take my hand cuz
i'll lead you astray
keep up the pace now
i don’t have all day
turn out your pockets
and give me your shoes
life is a game
and i know i won't lose
won't lose
won't lose
won't lose
i'm no-body
i'm no-body
i'm no-body who are you
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the party
04:21
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the ice machine makes ice,
and groans its awful sound
won’t waste my time, chasing someone
who doesn’t want to be found
rolling around on the tarmac
no sign of takeoff coming soon
jukebox in the bar playing love shack
please, no more songs about the moon
and when i walk down the street i feel you watching
and my feet never touch the ground
and my friends and i are all hot shit
the party’s always at my house
the party’s always at my house
bottles on the counter
red cups all on the lawn
little baggies full of powder
and all your moneys gone
don’t need no lessons for black jack
been playing since you learned to read
jukebox in the bar still playing love shack
somebody’s got it on repeat (it’s me)
and when i walk down the street i feel you watching
and my feet never touch the ground
and my friends and i are all hot shit
the party’s always at my house
the party’s always at my house
the ice machine makes ice
and it wakes me up at night
you were never nice
i was always right
bursting into flame on the tarmac
never even got it off the ground
everybody at the bar is singing love shack
i’ll go buy us another round
and when we walk down the street we feel you watching
and our feet never touch the ground
yeah my friends and i are all hot shit
the party’s always at our house
the party’s always at our house
the party’s always at my house
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7. |
me + you
02:22
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so i’ll play joanie and you’re the dauphin
i won’t listen to what the usurpers said
despite your flaws, i was sent by god
and when he whispered in my right ear i accepted with a nod
i made a pact
it’s like a pinky swear
but when you break it then they stake you and they cut off all your hair
you gave me power
i fetched you flowers
they said no one can break the english siege, i did it in an hour
i’ll play joanie, and you’re cherie currie
and when you threw your bags into my car i told you not to worry
i’ll take care of you, dye your hair for you
make sure everyone in the fucking world is aware of you
let’s get high
the way they do in movies
you don’t need the teens and the scream queens when i’m your biggest groupie
let’s get famous
drunk and aimless
and when they try to kick us out we’ll just say fuck you, pay us
so i’ll play joanie, and you’ll be bette davis
you can be the cool one because i’m content with shameless
you take the oscar, i’m still ms crawford
and i hate you so much that i wouldn’t take it if you offered
i’ll play joanie and you’re the dauphin
i won’t listen to what the usurpers said
despite your flaws, i was sent by god
and when he whispered in my right ear i accepted with a nod
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leave me alone
03:59
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i strum my guitar
to the sounds of the city
i pretend that i’m not thinking about you
i bring you up
to our old friends
i ask them how it happened
i pretend that i don’t care, i pretend that i don’t care
but by 2pm
i hear your voice coming through the phone
and later i hear you again, on the radio
and by 3 pm
you’re starring in every tv show
you’re the most stubborn ghost i’ve ever known
why won’t you leave me alone?
leave me alone
your shoreside heart
oh it was always raging
and now everyone owns that blue puff coat you wore
(doing double takes in the street, thinking i see you)
i cast you out
i exorcise you each night
(you are like a mold that grows on my skin)
but by grey dawn creeping through my sheets i never say no
(now all the poetry in the world couldn't save me)
and by 4pm
i’m paranoid, i’m seeing things
i hope a glooming peace the morning with it brings
but by 5pm
you’re standing here in front of me
you talk to me in all my dreams
i’m slipping it seems
leave me alone (etc)
you follow me wherever i go
is it you or me talking in my sleep
why won’t you leave me alone?
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9. |
my place in the city
04:16
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batten down the hatches
my grandfather was a man of the sea
and i’ll be damned
if anyone thinks they can fuck with me
hundreds upon hundreds
of stalks of basil plants
pinch the leaves with my thumbnail
separate brown from green by hand
separate brown from green by hand
and someday you’ll visit my place in the city
and you’ll see: the records covering my walls
and you say: something snide and condescending
and i can finally tell you not to insult my
music taste, you stupid fucking bastard
oh we had some good times
gabe and i still chat once a month or so
and that cabin in the desert that we built together
all covered in moss and stone
(you’re a liar, do you hate me?
getting drunk and masturbating
everybody was so jealous
nothin’ nobody could tell us
we were rulers, we were killers
fucking up just for the thrill
but then you blew it when you left me
i’m a psycho, don’t you test me)
i was always trying
to impress you, or move you, or make you my friend
but how many rocks can one person throw in a pond
before they accept, none of them are jumping out again
none of them are jumping out again
and someday, you’ll visit my place in the city
and you’ll see: my basil plants, bountiful as ever
and i’ll be: far more beautiful than you remember
and i can finally tell you i don’t wanna be your friend, and what will you do then? you stupid fucking bastard
you blew it
and send my love to your mother
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danny
02:58
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i wake up tired
i close my eyes
i am in italy
they like my poetry
take me back
hold me close
say you love me
tell me you love me
don’t make me ask
i want what i can’t have
you were my everything
i loved you so much
but you’re gone, anyway
drinking in the dark
(dying in the dark)
feeling torn apart
(knowing we’re apart)
giving love away
like i’m getting paid
check my fever
check my pulse
i miss you
oh, i miss you
i miss you i miss you
i love you i love you
i’m lonely i’m lonely
you got any money
you promised you’d love me
you’d hurt me you’d leave me
so tell me i'm stupid
i know i asked for it
i'll leave all my love
and i'll move to the forest
i'll grow down my roots
and i'll reach up my branches
i'll run to the river
and call out for daphne
i'll turn to a tree
and then nothing can hurt me
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