1. |
I Hope You'll Stay
01:07
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I cross my fingers, I hope you'll stay
I stick a needle into the hay
I cross my fingers, I hope you'll stay
I have been hoping my life away
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2. |
No Show Bird
03:24
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I am buffing out scuffs
Hoping it’s enough
I’ll be buttoned up in my haircut
Spring wound
In case you’re around
But I don’t say a word
You don’t see any feathers on the no show bird
Can you hear my heart against the door
If I don’t say a word?
Keep you in my, I keep you in my mind
Wrapped up in bright red twine
You’re the gymnasium captain
Holding court
I’m a rainy day dollar short
But I don’t say a word
You don’t see any feathers on the no show bird
Can you hear my heart against the door
If I don’t say a word?
One day my heart will
My heart will give in
My heart will give in to
To my heels
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3. |
You Deserve the Moon
02:35
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"Why can’t you take my love?"
My baby coos to me
"I give it to you freely
I pinky swear"
"Tell me where you’re stuck"
My baby coos to me
"When you add it up honey
Try to be fair"
You deserve the moon
Let your heart enter that forbidden room
I need you to see you the way that I do, so you know
You deserve the moon
I am not enough
All I got's a stick of gum
Can’t you feel the holes oh honey
Give me your hands
This is not a bluff
This is not a run around
Every touch is another con
Each kiss a scam
You deserve the moon
I just won't enter forbidden rooms
I need you to see you the way that I do, so you know
You deserve the moon
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4. |
Everything's Fine
04:18
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Hello my devotion, diversion, psychosis
Four eyes and two noses
Lips whisper explosives
Aw everything’s fine shoot me into the sky I just wanna die
Everything’s fine everything’s fine
Hello my destroyer, paranoia, sequoia
Branch off you before you
Become my heart’s employer
Aw everything’s cool I’m a fool in the middle of whirlpool
Everything’s cool, everything’s cool
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5. |
Woozy Woo
04:04
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You broke me down
Erased an “I”, misplaced a “my”
I don’t mind
On your couch
Feet in the air, upside down
Head on the ground
Like oooh
Dusty pink and baby blue
Oooh
Floating in a woozy woo
Oooh
I got nothing to do
Oooh, oooh
Call me tomorrow
Vouch for tonight
So I know it wasn’t a dream
I remember the way you looked at me — like I was a hieroglyph — like I was a rubix cube
And I twisted under your gaze until I was like new
Now we’re two pens on the same page making figure 8’s — PB & J — I’m amazed
I'm tripping and falling into place
Like oooh
Dusty pink and baby blue
Oooh
Floating in a woozy woo
Oooh
No one to be, nothing to do
Oooh, oooh
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6. |
Big Love
04:49
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I wasn’t empty until you poured
Listening to burned CDs in your accord
It wasn’t much to look at from above
But in the small I was called to Big Love
When it calls you can answer or ignore
Try to work out how much of yourself you can afford
Well here’s a vein, take it all my sleeves are up
Talk is tall, but I lay it all for Big Love
I’m hearing Byron, Byron, McCartney, and Rumi
They’re in the swimming pool, floaties on and calling to me
I held my tongue, I held my tongue before
But now you’re puffing me up I might even use a metaphor
For Big Love
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7. |
Teapot Astronaut
02:31
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I could be your cowboy
We could eat spaghetti in one long noodle getting closer and closer and closer
Aw pay attention to what’s in front of the curtain
I got a trunk full of things to cover up my head with
Or I could be your balladeer
I always wanted to slick my hair and kick back on top of an obsidian grand piano
I got the casanova recipe here somewhere hold on
It’s equal parts smoke and shiny surface
I could be your tea pot
You can polish me up and take me home to your mother
I can draw you flowers with a feather, I can seal my lips with wax
I’ve got a can full of anecdotes optimized for delight
I could be your astronaut
I’m more decorated than a christmas tree or an equivalent object used in human rituals
I can be from out of town, or a jungle planet with obscure records
I’ve got five fingers on all of my hands
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8. |
My Love is Real
04:04
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Paperbacks and double features, oh no
Under the boardwalk and the bleachers, oh no
Every line and every look
Torn pages from a book
My love is real
Ketchup is not what’s in my veins
It’s under a mountain of chocolate
Bottom of a vase, inside a heart-shaped locket
My heartbreak must be broken, oh no
I’m running out of tokens, oh no
Who was I to be hopin’?
To wash out the soap in it?
My love is real
Ketchup is not what’s in my veins
It’s under a mountain of chocolate
My love is real, I swear I have the proof right here in my pocket
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9. |
You Make Me Sick
02:12
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You make me sick
The way you actually exist
When you were a dream I had length in my arm and your edges were lost in the mist
Forgot I could ache
I was the stillness on the lake
But you are the wind and I’m aching again, oh excuse me there’s been a mistake
And this is gonna hurt, uh huh, alright
Hard to keep my heart on the inside of my shirt, uh huh, alright
I hate the way
I live and die on every letter you type
And your name sticks out in conversation like a terrible beautiful knife
I am a chandelier
In a category 5 typhoon
And all of your hypothetical kisses are tearing the walls of my room
And this is gonna hurt, uh huh, alright
Hard to keep my heart on the inside of my shirt, uh huh, alright
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10. |
Sent Message
00:20
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Sent message
10:34
Ellipsis
Dot dot dot
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11. |
Hydrangea Stranger
02:31
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Hydrangea Stranger
I see you in the corner
I shiver, I wonder
Are you putting me under?
Hydrangea Stranger
I see you in the corner
I shiver, I wonder
I wanna be put under
Hydrangea Stranger
Logic eraser
Pull a loop-de-loopsie daisy
Pushin on my nerves until I
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12. |
Perpetual Evening
03:39
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Oh my heart, it is dragging
Dizzy dog caught a disease
Oh my name, it is swollen
But it ain't saying to much for my feet
Oh I can see an ending
Through a golden reminisce
Oh only one more exit
But I am stuck in this
Perpetual Evening
Evening babe
Evening
Evening
Oh my days, they are bleeding
Needing more than a band-aid
I need cosmic neosporin
and a glass of lemonade
Oh I can see an ending
No it won’t take a ghost
Oh only one more exit
But I am comatose
Perpetual Evening
Evening babe
Evening
Evening
Perpetual Dying
Dying babe
Dying
Dying
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The Wimps Richmond, Virginia
The Wimps wear suspenders and play rock and roll. The four-piece play their peculiar and soulful indie rock in and around Richmond, Virginia.
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