1. |
The Last Few Years
03:30
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She said
"I'm leaving right now - lover don't wait - lover don't wait on me"
I said
"I don't know how, but I'll find you again - I'll dream of you next to me"
It's raining downtown in the springtime, and the city lights are beautiful
and her eyes are glowing green
like an alibi
"be mine tonight," she said
it's pouring in your heart
i can see it now, as we wade through these crowds
it may be just a shower
but i'll matter to you
I swear I'll matter to you
I'll do my best
love
In this epilogue
to us
What if the next few years were like our last few,
would that change you at all?
If our next few days were like sitcom reruns,
would that change you at all?
If i don't wake up with you
I won't know what to do at all
If i don't wake up breathing next to you
It's snowing hard outside in that little town I never got to bring you to.
Fires are burning through these Ashland streets, I swear everyone was waiting to meet you.
The city streets are on fire tonight
The city streets are on fire tonight
The city streets are on fire tonight
(and I can't wait to meet you)
I'll do my best
love
In this epilogue
to us
What if the next few years were like our last few,
would that change you at all?
If our next few days were like sitcom reruns,
would that change you at all?
If i don't wake up with you
I won't know what to do at all
If i don't wake up breathing next to you
Take me to that bar - teach me to drink
(You could have taken me to that bar
to teach me to drink
we could have gone to that bar
to teach each other to drink so hard)
Take me to that bar, and teach me to drink
Take me to that bar, and teach me to drink so hard
Take me to that bar, and teach me to drink
What if the next few years were like our last few,
would that change you at all?
If our next few days were like sitcom reruns,
would that change you at all?
If i don't wake up with you
I won't know what to do at all
If i don't wake up breathing next to you...
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2. |
Last Call
04:24
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we'd sit on the floor
on drunken sunday mornings
picking up pieces of puzzles off the floor
walking around and looking for our clothing
wondering,
just what happened the night before?
because
It hasn't been a party 'til you've called me a dick
and I've called you a whore
you make me wanna make
lampshades over my mind
from the feathers of wild turkeys
and so that's how i came to realize
we are all just ashes
throughout time
in those drunk cold decembers
here's to the fights
here's to the nights that we'll never remember
so tell me again, just what were you expecting?
we'd get breakfast at nine, then we'd catch the mid-day mass?
because all of your points and all of your words inflected
and all of your bitter statements have come to pass
makes me wonder,
did you really think that it was ok?
to make me wanna make
lampshades over my mind
from the feathers of wild turkeys
and so that's how i came to realize
we are all just ashes
throughout time
in those drunk cold decembers
here's to the fights
here's to the nights that we'll never remember
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3. |
The Yard Sale
04:34
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So let's start this sale with just one clearance item.
It'll do no harm to get this shit out of my wallet.
Or will it?
Let's start this night, let's start it off with just one kiss
The kind that could start a war, or the kind that could end it.
Don't end it.
I know I could do this right
I know I could really fuck this up before we hit the night
I know I could turn you on
I know I could really fuck this up before night turns to dawn
Start this party; start it off with a backbeat
Then get her in the room and then get her on her feet
Start this story - greet the city with this ending:
Love means so much, and rules are for bending...
There are no endings.
I know I could do this right
But I know I could really fuck this up before we hit the night
I know I turn you on
But I know I could really fuck this up and sleep straight through a dawn
The painting is wrapped in plastic. I say ‘is’ because it was in my most recent memory and they rarely visit the basement. Beauty. I think that's what I'd call that painting. I think that's what I’d call Angeline’s room. I think that's what I’d call Angeline. Honesty. Honesty and beauty and friendship. Love. This isn't a love story, but this might be the most important thing I say: Don’t lie to those that you love. Don’t claim to love those who you don’t trust.
So start a war
So start a war
So start a war
So start a war
So start a war
So start a war
I know I could do this right
But I know I could really fuck this up before we hit the night
I know I turn you on
But I know I could really fuck this up and sleep straight through a dawn
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4. |
The Yard Sale [clean]
04:32
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fuck
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