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Field Song
03:16
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Empty like a field
letting the blue moon tickle you
Beneath those grasses, daisies, marigold, chrysanthemum
a night in May
an empty date
Criss-crossed with fences
and signs that say:
"private property"
"no trespassing"
Faded in the rain
rusted, curled up, cracked and tamed
waiting
to be reclaimed
Will I get misty if the sun
offers to kiss me at dawn?
Or pretend to sleep again?
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2. |
Death Waltz
03:00
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Straight and narrow
you put a stake through my brain
that pinned me up on the fingerboard
of a cheap double bass
And that kept me standing
it kept my back straight
and let me move with you
when the music changed
Now I'm dead
I am alcohol
just curing my taste
I'm feeding a culture
so I don't go to waste
And you can lock me up
down in some dark cool place
just check on me
when you want to feel empty
This dance is for anyone deader than me...
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3. |
I Wanna Luv
02:39
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I wanna love with an April Birthday
all hunched over on a green roadbike
I wanna love with septum piercing
who doesn't like a single song I write
I wanna love making out on park benches
in the middle of the night
I wanna love...
I wanna love that doesn't like being called baby
that gets mad at me when I mix up left and right
I wanna love that lives in the same place as me
that my momma has to try to like
I wanna love that doesn't ask me why I'm shaking
when I am eaten up by fright
I wanna love...
I wanna love that grew up in Maine
that visited LA in 2005
I wanna love that owns a table
I wanna love that is alive
I wanna love that I have never, ever, seen before
in my whole life
I wanna love...
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4. |
Like Your Songs
03:09
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Life is good but I still like your songs
They're in my head, I just can't sing along yet
and I look good on my own
writing songs about you on my phone
taking the long way home from Jordan's house
it feels good to be out
Life is good and I hope you're well
I hope you're already writing songs about someone else
I still don't like being alone
but it sure is easier than talking to people I don't know
Life is good but I miss your dog
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5. |
Lonely Homie Blues
02:55
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I just wanna be chill
I don't wanna be no playboy
I just wanna be a super fly momma
with a swag Ohana tattoo
And I don't wanna be smooth
I don't wanna complicate you
I just wanna get all whacky with my homies
any time that I am lonely and blue
that's all I wanna do...
And I don't wanna look fresh
I just wanna feel sexy
Put on my shorts and a bandana
take a pic send it to Hannah and my dudes
No I'm not tryna make moves
or even really talk to you
I just wanna dress up sexy then start texting
all my homies with our lonely cowboy nudes
that's all I wanna do...
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I been making love
every night
To my lady
when she comes by
And she braids my hair and whispers
that I'm gonna be alright
Like the pattern on a drawbridge
before she winks at me goodnight
and the weight of her near me
stretches out the sky as thin as Autumn snow
so the cracks in the ceiling get to sighing
that we make them feel alone
I want her to keep it
I want her to lock it up
but when I see her in the morning
that one eye is always shut
Maybe she loves to keep me biting
Maybe she doesn't give a fuck
but when she comes a-hunting
it's through the last day of the month
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Walking home late in the rain
rediscovering an old neighborhood
that used to be on my way
a little more often
and I'm thinking of you
all the sides of this town I wish I could show you
it is wet and quiet and perfect tonight, and maybe
it is just for me
which is lonely
but I think has to be true
I like the shape of your heart
like the houses on University
And I will give you my all
except this part of me,
it ain't leaving
Falling asleep and kind of
writing a song
about brushing off the table
being gone
No I don't wanna talk right now
I am doing something like mourning
Mourning the dawn
And I'm looking forward to cutting off my silly beard
I think I'm gonna have you do it for me
in LA next week when I'm out there
I hope I see a sunset over the desert
and if I pass away a little bit,
you know that's okay
You can bury me
in the woods behind the YMCA
with my old friend the cat
and the lupin that
will be springin up in May
Goodbye, my love, goodbye
Goodbye, my love, goodbye
Goodbye, my love, I think forever
I am going away
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John Malcolm Conant Los Angeles, California
~stinky fuzzy
crunchy Country~
California x Indiana
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