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The Nice Price
06:13
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I bought you a record for the nice price
Took it to your house
The doorbell played Edelweiss
In the twilight sparkling endlessly
Like bumper car upholstery
We multiplied our dreams
Said goodbye to this sleepy land
Drove past volunteer fire departments and farm stands
Then bright jumpsuits on the median grass
And warnings on the overpass
Tonight I’m starting to believe
This city is just a factory
Turning promises into a joke
That goes on and on
The shower was in the kitchen, we split the rent
Signed up for the struggle
Picked it up as we went
And if righteousness alone could crack through stone
This would have crumbled a long, long time ago
And they come home with you at night
Shiver in the hallway, pick a fight
They hang out in your dreams
And the impossible dawn, the scattered light
The polished thought, the truth outright
There’s a life waiting for us if we fail
It’s out there by the last stop
Of the commuter rail
We can see the stars at night again
Forget what we know, and just pretend
Maybe we should put that old record on
And drive around for an hour or two
‘Cause when I’m close to the end I look to you
And you keep on pushing so I’ll keep on pushing, too
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2. |
Fresh Air Kid
03:28
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On a cool, cool rise
I often think of you
When the air is lush
And the salt of the sea
It comes in pieces to me
We were fools alright
Down in my brothers room
Dancing to “Planet Rock”
Twelve times a day
It comes in pieces to me
And then you’d fade away
Come the fall
To the city that I heard about
But never saw
Tiny jewels of light
Rising up from the grass
And then fizzing out
Like bubbles in a glass
Fireflies you and me
By the pool that night
They called you the fresh air kid
And it carved me out
All rind, no fruit
Some good deeds don’t work out so good
All of those oiled nights
My dad’s free advice
When I dare to think about it
Comes a price
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3. |
Your Biography
03:52
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Bus on a Monday, the human press
You see your house on the hill
Trying to climb where others just float
Can’t believe they believe that shit still
Wandering the pockets of your pinstripe suit
While the bus lunges past burning glass
A memorial card with a photo and a psalm
Reminds you when you wore it last
Ooh, nobody could walk through this heat so cool
And one day this street will be named after you
Today is a page in your biography
Today is a page in your biography
Sometimes with the sadness of a ramshackle truck
Carrying somebody’s bed in the rain
The architects were planning for riots
The artist was dreaming of a train
There goes Jazmine in her bandaged hand
Where her dog bit her right to the bone
You used to walk her home three years ago
Now she walks alone
And you better learn to love this feeling
‘Cause help’s not on the way
You’re pushed out to the edge
And there’s no time
Young and unsung and constantly bringing
And shadowed by ghosts, how long?
The afternoon orange soda light
Drips off the burning glass
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4. |
No Flag
04:14
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Walking down a four-lane
In a loose knot, with a new plot
On the last day of school
Sashary’s got a line on a party
But it’s too early to commit to that
Alex says, “Do you know right now, what would taste so good?”
We were moving into something
All the sudden, you were gone
Shary’s heading out to Pittsburgh in the fall
Lisa’s up to Portland Maine
Alex is UMASS Amherst bound
But you got no papers, got no numbers
Got no flag
You’ll just be sticking around
Gazing on the granular skyline you said
“I’ll die on these streets.”
Sometimes when they tell it
You came over when you were four
And in other versions you were three
The only memories that you can trust
All start on Terminal Street
Running down the stairs with Alex out onto
The courtyard’s living dream
It’s public art, they call it crime
But there’s no borders around these lines
And now the colors are running down the street
We pledged our lives so many times
Those old orphan scapegoat rhymes
Now there’s nothing, we’re just running down the street
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5. |
Breaking into the Pool
02:38
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I can’t stay on track
Cities and dates on someone’s back
Thoughts of me and you
Breaking into the pool
Seeing with our fingertips
The breaker flips, the light
Is jaundiced and thin
And you spend your whole life waiting around
For somebody to share the sound
And you spend your whole life waiting around
Flat on the floor
TV’s on in the house next door
And the gauze of heat
Pulls the will right out of me
And the daylight goes,
The traffic flows, the lights,
The soundtrack the sin
I am holding out a flame for you
I feel, I feel
I am holding out a flame for you
Come near, come near
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6. |
Birdman
03:21
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Absently Whittington fingers a pellet
That hangs there suspended between flesh and gullet
Birdman
The barking of birddogs, the vapors of bourbon
Forever reminders of shots in the morning
Birdman
He’s longing for old days when friendships were less complicated
On wheels of fire to the library makeshift infirmary bed
On wheels of fire to the library makeshift infirmary bed
Under the heat and plotting deceit
Just try to hang on
Birdman
Receiving his grandkids, their slow eyed appraisal
The borders of skin grafts, the values of paintings
Birdman
So, too, is Whittington lost in assessing
The battles for nothing, his country regressing
Birdman
Always removed from the boys in the school
Who paid their way cutting limes
You stood on the wrong side of the line
From the Little Rock Nine
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7. |
How Could You James?
02:08
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Green grass growing under last year’s leaves
And every thought of you feels like a disease
But I’m stuck to you, stuck here with this name
The silence at the courthouse was profane
How could you, James?
Telegraph clacks of skateboard wheels
Send a message to the future, it’s a humble appeal:
“The past is always primitive, and you’ll slip through the same.”
Somewhere a teacher wonders how you could have been reclaimed
How could you, James?
You went away
Something bigger than yourself, something bigger than yourself
Was all you could say
Almost three years in the desert
And you brought it home
And you plugged into the American life
That’s bathed in the parking lot’s sodium light
Bottled and tweaked like the drinks for sale inside
I told you, I told you, you wouldn’t come back the same
How could you, James?
Two kids who grew up in a neighboring town
What could they have said to make you cut ‘em down
On a Sunday night, with a broom-swept sky in flames
One of them was on the phone with his mom when the ambulance came
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8. |
Residue
03:23
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It’s a good life, tiny problems
You called me on the way home
The fields were flooded, kids had on short sleeves and…
Said you were leaving, got a new job
You called me on the way home
The earth was a new gash bared to the sun
I should say up front
I’m bad at staying in touch
So if you don’t hear from me too much…
A book you read really got to you
You were walking around with the residue
The ice was melting, you felt bigger inside
And I welled with an urge to apologize
Acorns bouncing on the parkway
Drumming down on my car
Happy New Year to you wherever you are
I was learning how to listen
I guess throw it on the pile
Of all the projects that just never get done
The things you’re not supposed to say
I wish I said
I been thinking hard, I been thinking hard
You won’t feel it where you are
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9. |
Everyday Reasons
03:51
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Caroline, you should be sleeping
It’s been already a year
It’s been a year
The day is here
I’ve got secrets I’ve been keeping
They don’t matter anymore
The cars rush by your window
Low rumble clouds of bass lull you to sleep
And I feel you across the moonlit hall
Walking slowly through the day
Late afternoon begins to play
Golden light floods our street and flows
Breathe in deep, try to keep
Done with work the people walking…
Suddenly my love got double heavy
I was ready, I was sure
Everything you seen in front of you is yours
And I won’t hold you back
And I feel you across the length of days
Pill-white snow falls on your lashes
Seized by love in sudden flashes
Everyday reasons to let it show
Don’t let go, I must take hold
Around the pond the people walking…
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10. |
Little Mystic
03:40
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From a plane it looks like a knife
Like the knife that took young Terry’s life
After a rain it smells like fish sticks
Boys leaping off into the Little Mystic
Connected to the mother by a tiny stream
The archives burn in a collective dream
All the myths, they trump statistics
Boys leaping off into the Little Mystic
And shivering by the side of the road
Were they waving goodbye, or waving hello?
Salt pyramids and drying grass
Up on the rail, and off you go
Del’s apron’s property of The Food Bazaar
He shadows a man who can’t find his car
Row by row somnambulistic
Boys leaping off into the Little Mystic
Saddled with four grocery bags
Concentrating on the delts and lats
All his thoughts are futuristic
Boys leaping off into the Little Mystic
Holly works at the sub shop all day on her feet
Then they walk down dryer vent scented streets
Del swears he not cold, she wears icy lipstick
Boys leaping off, they’re leaping off
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