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The Runaround
02:49
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Never thought our love was much of a fuss that it’d make a woman cry into her shoe
But there’s a finest worksong says what I want and what I need is something I confused
Now I say I found my senses
Yours get lost, get out
And what you’re saying, that’s the runaround!
I was doing time in mind on this note that I wrote ‘cause the words were hard to choose
And Napoleon said it better, so I put it in the letter that I’m “filled with thoughts of you”
And now you say you’ve got a lot to think about
Uh, why’s he say he’s got a lot to think about?
My mind is saying, “That’s the runaround!”
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2. |
How About Now
03:16
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He don’t like Patsy Cline records
He won’t give Willie a chance
But despite his flaws we manage a fine romance
And I won’t shake hives over 45s
We’ll just put them aside for now
When the morning comes I’ll say, “How about now?”
And he says he likes the indie scene
Some band about cement
And that County Western’s drowned in sentiment
But I don’t fuss and I don’t cuss
‘Cause I know he’ll come around
When the morning comes I’ll say, “How about now?”
Love is partial to compromise
It will turn your grapes into wine
But love that’s treated otherwise
Will turn and die on the vine
But when nothing’s on the radio
And we’re stuck inside with no place to go
I sure wish I liked his and he liked mine
But I won’t get hives over 45s
We’ll just put them aside for now
When the morning comes I’ll say, “How about now?”
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3. |
We Float
03:35
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Come close now, baby
Put your hand in mind
Turn it over, baby
Let me write
These things I scrawl
It’s code on your paw
Ten notes for a phone
Three notes for a row home (on Lonely Street)
If you find a busy line
Save a dime, dear
Pick a stone
Throw it at my window
Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll never let you go
Tell me all the time and I’ll never let you go
Never let you go
Never let you go
Oh, no
Come inside now, won’t you
Sing a song so fine
My ears implore you
Sing for miles and for miles
I won’t lie to you this time
I won’t lie to you now
So alone
Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll never let you go
Tell me all the time and I’ll never let you go
Never let you go
Never let you go
Oh, no
Come closer, baby
Put your hand in mine
Push the window open
Let’s jump outside
Pull the chord now, baby
Pull it from my side, so we float
And we float and we float and we float
Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll never let you go
Tell me all the time and I’ll never let you go
Never let you go
Never let you go
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4. |
Wildwood Flower
03:12
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Galapagos
03:53
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When I wasn’t so much older
Before my second teeth
Over sand I would go running
Turning tiny beach homes over
For creatures underneath
On a spool I’d watch them reeling
Sunbeams licked my shoulders
The water sniffed my feet
When the moon came calling
Galapagos
Now I am a little older
With children at my feet
Over sand I watch them running
Throwing lines out to the ocean
For creatures underneath
In a rush they break the ceiling
Sunbeams lick our shoulders
The water sniffs our feet
When the moon comes calling
Galapagos
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6. |
Eight
02:00
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Now we rest our tired feet
Let the cars all have their street
Do flowers by another name smell as sweet
Not to those who know
When the window opens we’ll walk through its frame
I’ll tie your knot and I’ll take your name
Don’t take mine and I’ll love you all the same
Just so you know
A world apart, outside the din
We’ll walk the woods where the trail runs thin
And like a river we’ll carve out a name
As we go, as we go
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7. |
These Dreams
02:29
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I heard a song in my head on the way
To your house with my unemployment pay
It had me thinkin’ we were capable of art
Well, I guess believin’ is a start
You’ve got some drums and electric guitar too
I’ll be your sister but I wanna marry you
We’ve lived a little and we’ve got a lot to say
I’ll sew up all our uniforms just teach me how to play
These dreams are written on my heart
And these dreams are mirrored in your heart
Let’s put our heads together and we’ll never be apart
These dreams are ours
A modest house and a modest picket fence
A two-car garage for our two Mercedes Benz
I’ll take a Beamer if it means we pay our rent
Just promise there’s no cutting on our time together spent
We’ll make some records and we’ll tour all o’er the place
If it doesn’t work out, you’ve still got my pretty face
And my heart and my little bottom too
And my eyes just before I say, “I do.”
These dreams are written on my heart
And these dreams are mirrored in your heart
Let’s put our heads together and we’ll never be apart
These dreams are ours
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Fire from a star
You came along
You’re the lucky one
You got my song
Some Guilds they hide out in boxes
Some’re hurt so bad that they can’t speak
Some’ve little cracks along their axis
Float ‘em on the water, watch them leak
You’re the lucky one
You got my song
Fire from a star
You came along
You’re the lucky one
You got my song
Some Guilds have stars along their axis
Some’ve necks that reach a mountain’s peak
Some Guilds cost more after taxes
But seldom seen exceed two workin’ weeks
I’m the lucky one
You got my song
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9. |
The Water Is Wide
02:37
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10. |
Dorothy
02:26
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You struggle my name
But I remember
You don’t look the same
But I remember
I remember Bach and ragtime and how you’d shout them from your fingers
Forty years is a blinking eye
I hear what you say
And pick through the pieces
Days fold into days
Concealed by their creases
Memories like friends are by, but how long will they linger?
Clozapine, Rivastigmine
Dorothy
I’m leaving, Dorothy
I’m going away
But please don’t remember
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11. |
I Don't Mind
05:11
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He talks in his sleep
He says it’s good to see me
“This,” he says, “is my old lady.”
He’s not talking to me
We’re invited to the wedding of his ex-girlfriend
She weighs less than me
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
He says their love was fleeting
Nothing but a distant memory
I think he wants to show her
Another side of history, what could have been, she as me
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
Ooh-la-la, ooh-la-la, ooh-la la
He watches me get ready
He taps a melody
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, unless he hurries me, makes me fuss
Then I mind! Then I mind! Then I mind!
Then I mind! Then I mind! Then I mind!
Better not check his cheeks before he greets her, uh-huh
Better not check his teeth before he sees her, uh-huh
He won’t make a fool of me
He’ll be just a memory
Ooh-la-la, ooh-la-la, ooh-la la
Ooh-la-la, ooh-la-la, ooh-la la
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Single Girl, Married Girl Los Angeles, California
L.A.-based pop/folk/Americana outfit Single, Girl, Married Girl writes songs that are simultaneously beautiful and
devastating with poetic, perceptive lyrics that astutely capture what it means to be human.
For fans of Brandi Carlile, First Aid Kit, Jenny Lewis, Lucius, Patsy Cline, Hank Williams, Linda Ronstadt, Fleetwood Mac
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