1. |
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2. |
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Turn out the lights—
What’s that she’s concealing?
High as a kite
up all night
painting patterns on the ceiling?
And I’m sprawled out on the hardwood,
begging her pardon
best as I could
Paint hits the ceiling fan propeller—
spits and sprays
She’ll be cleaning up the mess she’s made for days
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
How does she make you feel?
How does she keep it up?
Salt in the burn from a cigarette butt
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
Bait her with oranges—
her eyes will do the chewing
like a forlorn syringe
that might have been a greater man’s undoing
Her apartment floor was slanted. Still,
I couldn’t understand how
every suggestion
I had planted rolled beneath her bed
Guess they’re safer there
than stranded in her empty head
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
How does she make you feel?
How does she keep it up?
Salt in the burn from a cigarette butt
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
With her hair tied up in ribbons
a pie in the face could be forgiven
I’m licking my lips for every trace
but something stays
We’ll be cleaning up the mess we’ve made for days
Smile like a lemon peel
Smile like a lemon peel
Smile like a lemon peel
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3. |
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Blue eyes saw the danger,
but I didn’t even flinch
That night I was so green
you must’ve thought I’d be a cinch
You say now I’m too starry-eyed
to waste your precious time
but that’s OK —
I know my vision’s fine
Blue eyes raw with anger —
You just blamed it on my youth
And packed me in you suitcase
with your socks and shopworn truths
You say we’ll meet again —
You’ll just be back to pick my bones
But that’s OK —
I’m better in my own
No I won’t cry —
The possibilities are open as the sky
Blue in all directions
Flawless as a child at birth
The eggshell of the planet
The eyelid of the Earth
You left me like a cloud
that breaks up into atmosphere
But that’s OK,
’cause now my view is clear
That’s OK —
Now my view is clear
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4. |
Half-Circles
05:18
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God is made of wheat
God is made of wheat
Grown in row on row
repeat
God is made of wheat
But ain’t that incomplete?
Ain’t that incomplete?
How far can my shadow
stretch beyond my feet
when the sun is high?
Now, love is made of sky
Love is made of sky
Deep and blue as far as you and I
Up on the moon
there’s a sea — a sea of tranquility
Could it be,
that’s the tune that keeps killing me?
But sooner or later
we’re gonna fill in this crater
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5. |
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6. |
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Turn out the lights—
What’s that she’s concealing?
High as a kite
up all night
painting patterns on the ceiling?
And I’m sprawled out on the hardwood,
begging her pardon
best as I could
Paint hits the ceiling fan propeller—
spits and sprays
She’ll be cleaning up the mess she’s made for days
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
How does she make you feel?
How does she keep it up?
Salt in the burn from a cigarette butt
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
Bait her with oranges—
her eyes will do the chewing
like a forlorn syringe
that might have been a greater man’s undoing
Her apartment floor was slanted. Still,
I couldn’t understand how
every suggestion
I had planted rolled beneath her bed
Guess they’re safer there
than stranded in her empty head
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
How does she make you feel?
How does she keep it up?
Salt in the burn from a cigarette butt
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
With her hair tied up in ribbons
a pie in the face could be forgiven
I’m licking my lips for every trace
but something stays
We’ll be cleaning up the mess we’ve made for days
Smile like a lemon peel
Smile like a lemon peel
Smile like a lemon peel
|
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7. |
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Blue eyes saw the danger,
but I didn’t even flinch
That night I was so green
you must’ve thought I’d be a cinch
You say now I’m too starry-eyed
to waste your precious time
but that’s OK —
I know my vision’s fine
Blue eyes raw with anger —
You just blamed it on my youth
And packed me in you suitcase
with your socks and shopworn truths
You say we’ll meet again —
You’ll just be back to pick my bones
But that’s OK —
I’m better in my own
No I won’t cry —
The possibilities are open as the sky
Blue in all directions
Flawless as a child at birth
The eggshell of the planet
The eyelid of the Earth
You left me like a cloud
that breaks up into atmosphere
But that’s OK,
’cause now my view is clear
That’s OK —
Now my view is clear
|
||||
8. |
||||
Turn out the lights—
What’s that she’s concealing?
High as a kite
up all night
painting patterns on the ceiling?
And I’m sprawled out on the hardwood,
begging her pardon
best as I could
Paint hits the ceiling fan propeller—
spits and sprays
She’ll be cleaning up the mess she’s made for days
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
How does she make you feel?
How does she keep it up?
Salt in the burn from a cigarette butt
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
Bait her with oranges—
her eyes will do the chewing
like a forlorn syringe
that might have been a greater man’s undoing
Her apartment floor was slanted. Still,
I couldn’t understand how
every suggestion
I had planted rolled beneath her bed
Guess they’re safer there
than stranded in her empty head
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
How does she make you feel?
How does she keep it up?
Salt in the burn from a cigarette butt
Smile like a lemon peel
Kiss like a paper cut
With her hair tied up in ribbons
a pie in the face could be forgiven
I’m licking my lips for every trace
but something stays
We’ll be cleaning up the mess we’ve made for days
Smile like a lemon peel
Smile like a lemon peel
Smile like a lemon peel
|
||||
9. |
||||
Blue eyes saw the danger,
but I didn’t even flinch
That night I was so green
you must’ve thought I’d be a cinch
You say now I’m too starry-eyed
to waste your precious time
but that’s OK —
I know my vision’s fine
Blue eyes raw with anger —
You just blamed it on my youth
And packed me in you suitcase
with your socks and shopworn truths
You say we’ll meet again —
You’ll just be back to pick my bones
But that’s OK —
I’m better in my own
No I won’t cry —
The possibilities are open as the sky
Blue in all directions
Flawless as a child at birth
The eggshell of the planet
The eyelid of the Earth
You left me like a cloud
that breaks up into atmosphere
But that’s OK,
’cause now my view is clear
That’s OK —
Now my view is clear
|
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