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Without Vows
03:50
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And then there was the time you got home so drunk and stoned you neglected your only child
You whacked his mother, your high school lover, till she couldn’t even crack a smile
And although you stuck around, with or without vows, and tried to clear your name
Nothing hurts more than being called a whore when your nose is clogged with cocaine
Broken chairs and two affairs sitting by the door
Kitchen table mornings, coffee poured
Broken chairs and two affairs sitting by the door
With no one but yourself to ignore
Remember when your kid at age twelve used to hate himself and considered suicide?
He’d spend his days through the lunchtime haze and would come home to choose a side
Well he learned to talk to her, no matter where you were, at the age of thirteen
But he’ll never wake up to live before the break-up or through the day that you get clean
You’ve strained your hands as a provider
Gathered strength to get up out of bed
But you’ve raised your son to be a liar
Afraid to be wrong, stubborn in the head
Broken chairs and two affairs sitting by the door
Kitchen table mornings, coffee poured
Broken chairs and two affairs sitting by the door
With no one but yourself to ignore
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Small Hands of Lavender
04:11
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She’s awake in a shirt that’s a size too large
Just to feel if the thread count was up to par
Early rays want to meet her, she keeps them out
And even the dogs are afraid to shout
Her small hands of lavender and cardamom
Hold the lamppost of a man that she’s leaning on
And when her rising tide’s too old to break
It’ll be the dogs that keep her awake
She rubs her given purity in the empty tub
Salvaging a whimper that she heard above
All without the sweaty grip she thinks she needs
Her hair runs dry and her back is clean
The threads were uninviting, the rays already know
And the ringing in her ears begins to grow
And underneath the tired suitcase hides honesty
But the dogs will gladly show her where it ought to be
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Greens & Blues
04:22
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My greens and blues were showing, they strangled up my lungs
Lessons in my pockets, kindness on my tongue
Sticky armpits, monsoon air, comfort withdrawals
But unlike my home in LA, I didn’t cloud my flaws
I lived within the genuine and unrehearsed
Miles away from the underpaid and overworked
When the drizzle passed my brow, I earned another year
Wise enough to laugh it off and decorate my fears
I washed my hands in my room, the prison where I grew
Where routine kills a dreamer on the way to something new
I lived within the genuine and unrehearsed
Miles away from the underpaid and overworked
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Wild Garden
04:00
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She said, “It’ll be a while before I find a reason to come back.”
I looked at her like she was gone, only familiar with her past
And I wondered who she spoke to today
But that’s none of my business anyway
I kept the secrets of a child who was terrified of being alone
She cleaned the mirrors in her room till the day that she was grown
And it seemed her memory failed her all night long
Or maybe wasn’t sure where I belonged
I couldn’t stare for long cause the rust was in her eyes
I gazed at my neglect and revisited my lies
And her new laugh crawled underneath my skin
But as long as she was smiling once again
The wild garden took back all the Earth
Overripe but aware of all its worth
And her hair was much shorter today
But that’s none of my business anyway
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Jaded Fortune
03:16
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I want to meet a girl who’s never cried before
So I can break her for the first time and call her immature
And she’ll learn her name as she lets me go
And drag along that jaded fortune beneath the shallow snow
Bleak emptiness
When I touch her wrist
And when I gently cuff her hands
Will I remind her of her dad?
Who blessed her with antiquated stabs
Or will she understand?
I need a crumbled dream that’s never been shared
That started as a glowing sunrise but ended unprepared
And when I tear it out and burn it in her face
Would she recognize the devil or live through his mistake?
Bleak emptiness
When I touch her wrist
And when I gently cuff her hands
Will I remind her of her dad?
Who blessed her with antiquated stabs
Or will she understand?
I want to meet a girl who’s never cried before
So I can break her for the first time and call her immature
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Pink Appetite
04:03
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Burning streets look down on him
Beaten like the rest of them
Graveyard shift strapped to his back
Welcomed by an envelope stack
Pink appetite stays up at night
Counting up quarters, dissatisfied
Looking for comport in bloodshot eyes
We’re moving out next year
We’re moving out next year
Tender companion waits in the dark
Impatient and restless for the door to unlock
His baby quits crying when she feels him there
His lover runs her fingers through his thinning hair
Pink appetite stays up at night
Counting up quarters, dissatisfied
Looking for comfort in bloodshot eyes
Pink appetite stays up at night
We’re moving out next year
We’re moving out
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Glossy Brochures
05:43
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I’m in the front row pew with a bleeding tattoo
Hair flaked with drying shampoo
I bury the grudge when I smell the blood
And lift up my jaw from the mud
Your daddy was a pawn, he screams from his lawn
Measured your uniform
Shell-shocked platoon staring through a tomb
Brainwashed back to the womb
Somehow your window was boarded and too narrow to find
Your spoon-fed horizon was garnished with arrogant pride
Your elders were raised to push you with their hands tied
Attracted by glossy brochures and pamphlets of lies
We’re glad you’re not dead, and here are your legs
You’re two months away from holding a pen
You can be a cashier but you’ll be in a chair
These pills make you numb between the ears
We’ll stand up and cheer as we go grab a beer
And maybe a team souvenir
Thanks for the sleep and for keeping gas cheap
You deserve more than just something to eat
Somehow your window was boarded and too narrow to find
Your spoon-fed horizon was garnished with arrogant pride
Your elders were raised to push you with their hands tied
Attracted by glossy brochures and pamphlets of lies
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Baby Blue Gown
03:40
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I spoke with Mia when she quit school
She said, "I learned enough inside those waiting rooms"
She spoke with anger from the heart that she outgrew
And back home was penniless with a license to renew
And all her family broke their veneers
Put white-out on a will that sat for 18 years
All her blouses, stained with tears
And she's trying to figure out which of the three she's gonna wear
The man looked so run-down
In that baby blue gown
And Mia sobbing on the ground
She squeezed the memory of that orange Ford
To Phoenix with no seat-belt so she had to hold the door
Hotel room behind them and the highway roared
Rummaging for work till they made it to the shore
She smiled through his stories with a lump inside her throat
And tried to see them all as lessons untold
That night together she was six years old
She held his last breath in her hand till his fingers turned cold
The man looked so run-down
In that baby blue gown
And Mia sobbing on the ground
And Mia sobbing on the ground
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Morning Harvester Los Angeles, California
Singer/songwriter
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