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Close your eyes, curly head
Safe, sleeping in your bed
Dreams will keep you tonight
Leave your worries behind
I'll be here by your side
Long as you need me to
Rest as the gentle wind
Bearing this simple hymn
Carries my love to you
Close your eyes, curly head
Safe, sleeping in your bed
Dreams will keep you tonight
Leave your worries behind
I'll be here by your side
Long as I'm able to
Rest as the gentle wind
Bearing this simple hymn
Carries my love to you
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Windows down inside the Lancer
Fuck this high school parking lot
Summer drives without auxiliary seemed
Like they meant a lot
More than sorting through CDs
You were next to me
Now sing along
This is our song
(Hmmm, mm)
Our friend Jimmy knew all the problems we had
We knew every melody
Wonder what you'd think now if I could recap
What that meant to me
More than anything I've done
Two heads compared to one
Now sing along
This is our song
Just sing along
This is our song
(Hmmm, mm)
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I ate my brother
Inside of our mother's own womb
But I could just stomach a rib
So she made (it/him) a sister
And kept her for ten years
Cause two proved to be too much
And we needed her to be less like us.
But it turns out she birthed a keeper
I tousled his hair for (twenty) long years
Then I left for college...
And marriage... And divorce...
While he grew less empathetic.
So I needed him to be less like our dad
When I should have been more like that
But I couldn't walk that path
So we both took our own...
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St. Peter (live demo)
02:33
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The little goblin music
reminds me of you
We used to listen to it
within adjacent rooms
And on your birthday we would
take a long drive
Get caffeinated, watch the sunset,
talk the passage of time
(instrumental)
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I wanna be a Kiwi
I wanna be in the Lord of the Rings
Or any movie
Forget reality, so to prepare myself
I'm turnin' off the TV
The fake-news corporate-media-machine
And walkin' 'round in my bare feet
Cause that's what they're doin' in
New Zealand
(hey, hey, don't move away)
I wanna be a Mountie
I wanna live in a thicket of trees
Out with the grizlies
Forget the smell of concrete, and for now
I'm turnin' off the TV
There ain't enough Colin "Mockery" (sic)
Or Ryan Gosling
Cause they're what's up in
Canada
(hey, hey, don't move away)
I wanna be a poet,
In Barcelona, or Venice, or Nice,
Those are some cool cities
They're in Europe I think, so to prepare myself
I'm turnin' off the TV
There ain't enough subtitles for me
I'm learnin' to stay classy
Cause that's how to be when you're
European
(hey, hey, don't move away)
I wanna be a Kiwi
I wanna be in the Lord of the Rings
Or any movie
(hey, hey, don't move away)
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Joseph R. Strom Austin, Texas
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