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Morning Coffee
02:57
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Early in the morning, birds were chirping
But I heard you in my head.
I thought that I felt you holding me
In the softness of my bed.
Early in the morning, I swear I saw you
Through the cracks in my blinds
As the sunlight streamed through
gently planting kisses on my eyes.
Early in the morning, alarms saying
I'm leaving dreams of you.
Trading them for memories as pictures
Scattered through the lonely room.
Early in the morning of a new day dawning,
And I'm without you.
I would give all my days to wake up in your arms.
I would give all my strength just to be where you are.
I would love nothing more than to take these hours away.
I would bend the world towards you if I had the choice.
Early in the morning, coffee's pouring;
I still feel you in its warmth.
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2. |
Solomon's Men
04:34
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I wake up lonely
With nothing next to me
But some paper and some dirty sheets.
And I wander aimlessly,
Hoping we may meet.
But I don't know what I'd say.
Darling I don't mean to pry
But I think that you're lovely.
And maybe I should be more
Gentlemanly.
I'm fucked by this feeling,
with no means of delivery.
And all of Solomon's men
couldn't turn your head.
And so I fold my thoughts
In spineless poetry:
'It may be a garden but the flowers aren't lovely'
And I wonder anxiously
If we're ever gonna meet.
But I dare not speak,
my thoughts are ugly.
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3. |
Cunégonde
03:31
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I love how your nose crinkles under
The weight of your smile when you laugh at my jokes.
But they're really not funny, and they're often quite cold,
And I fear that they might turn this thing sour.
I know that you think the distance is grave.
Beyond barons and pirates and cities of gold,
Our love it waits in a peasant's garden.
I just hope that we find it before we're too old.
But why would you love me? I'm dirty and poor,
I'm fractured and broken and torn up inside.
And why would you love me? I'm a cynical bastard,
I'm a calloused and bitter, unattractive boy.
I know that your thoughts ring with the laughter
Of children playing in dandelion yards.
While mine are a farce, baron and bitter
but I hope that you're rain in the midst of this wasteland.
But why would you love me? I'm dirty and poor,
I'm fractured and broken and torn up inside.
I've traded my gold for lovers and wine
And their loveless romance, like a loosely compassionate swine.
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4. |
Plywood Windows
06:00
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I saw you in the evening,
Scurry to my side.
Asking if things were alright.
Dear, I said that they were fine.
But there's a monster in my closet,
And demons in these bed sheets,
And bloody hand prints on the cracked walls
Of the home we're building.
(Oh) Get out while you can.
I hear what you're saying,
That we should be thinking.
But looking out these plywood windows
Muddied things.
Cause there's grass on our table,
And crystal on our window sill,
And half-drunk spirits, still they linger,
I can hear them in your voice.
(Oh) Get out while you can.
(Oh) Get out while you can.
You said go please,
Get the hell away from
You said go please,
Get the hell away from me.
You said go please,
Won't you leave me?
You said go please,
Get the fuck away from me.
Darling I wish we could say
all the things that we mean.
I wish we could say it's true.
I wish we could say
all the things we wanted to.
I wish I could say that I loved you.
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5. |
Slenderman (live)
03:26
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We were sitting in some dark lights, spending half our cash for bar flights,
For that whisky you said you’ve needed for some time.
And we joked at some old romance on the other end of our glance
Until some gaudy pick-up lines ensued.
You said, “damn girl, I’m stuck on you like this gum left on my shoe;
“Well at least that’s why my dancing is shit.”
Oh can’t you hear? From the way I bow my head
to the bitterness I whisper (in your ear).
Oh, can’t you see? From the sleeves I wear in summer
to cover up my slender arms.
As we walked back through the alleys, you caught my shoulder as an apprise
Of a shadow walking slowly behind us.
When we stumbled, it shuddered. When we grew silent, it muttered
With the humming of the lanky street lights.
You said, “Man, I’m done with this shit, not just the bar lines but all of it.
“Yeah the lines on bathroom sinks don’t help anymore.”
You said, “We’ll only grow as hopeless, starving voices of death and romance.
“But, damn, that’s what musicians are for.”
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Nicolas Kröger Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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