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Me and My Somersaults
04:57
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Walking in the tail end of the night under cover of the mourning loon
It’s morning soon
I can’t overlook that fatal call to roam any longer, from your point of view, that I was born into:
“If you’re gonna leave, then just leave already”
It’s not like you can help
I’m just fed up with myself for not knowing you the way I ought to
I’m a sculptor in debris
I’m forcing this into some form of you that I can hold on to
If you’re gonna leave, then just leave already
I can’t stand to see your dull reaction when we’re slow dancing in the living room like we always do
Catch a glimpse of you reflected off the window and I stumble into your silhouette,
grab for whatever’s left
If you’re gonna leave, then just leave already
I don’t mean it’s your fault,
I can’t keep up with this waltz,
I just dance this way
Me and my somersaults
I’m gonna leave cause you’re gonna leave me
I’m gonna leave, I’ve been here already
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You were fixing your makeup and driving
in the desert on god’s highway
when you heard Summerteeth for the first time playing back from the stock tape deck
You were only a kid then, honey
No one told us the secret yet
You threw our cash at the rest stop bar keep and fell asleep on a motel cot
By the time that we pass by Tucson you told me you never really liked my face
But I’ve been hauling your backload, baby
A caravan and a year erased
I’m the only rascal you walk through your timeline
A quarter tank and a long red light
Am I hot for your touch? Maybe
But, baby, we ain’t misbehaving
So kiss me before we’re overblown
I know it don’t mean nothing, but it’s better than driving alone
When the waitress in Carson City showed us both where the rose is wild
on a map on the back of a placemat,
you got quiet and polite for a while.
“You’re framing my past like it’s artwork,
like it’s some kind of choice for you.
But you can’t run with me out to the Badlands
I’ve already reaped where they grew.”
Is it too late for your touch? Maybe
But, baby, we ain’t misbehaving
We’re just talking over last call, I ain’t gunning for your bloodstream
So kiss me now while we’re indisposed
I know it don’t mean nothing, but it’s better than driving alone
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Red River Dive
04:43
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Realize knowing beauty echoes in the bedside table
Rambles by a corner back street bar
It’s stupid and ugly
it’s all in
It’s hiding in soft lighting downtown in second looks across these crowded rooms
Do you still sigh at the Red River dive where I knew it in you?
Midnight haunted parked cars with your sister
and she’s lying there listening
You’re wiping breath off windows with your palm
and confessing that no one hears you, or sees you with their real eyes
No one loves you without asking anymore
Do you still sigh at the Red River dive where we smoked indoors?
Honey, you realize since that night, you’ve been keeping score?
Must have passed a test then
Suddenly a faded photograph
Always with me. Dressed up, whistling
I’m not naive
Opening night jitters, insisting that you walk home alone
The rain’s wrapping the river’s red shore now
and I’m anxious, I’m twitching
A landmine and your twisted ankle leads you downstream
An anchor lets you watch the river move, and I’m watching
(I’m watching) you walk up, running up the stairs in the park in heels
Making a wish on a pick at the fountain in Rome
Do you still sigh at the Red River dive when you’re walking home?
Honey, you realize since that night under beacon glow there’s a spit-stained block of the sidewalk where my weak spot shows?
Must have passed a test then
Suddenly a faded photograph
Always with me. Dressed up, whistling
I’m not naive
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4. |
Countryside
04:24
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Sunrise in New Orleans
Sunset in Memphis
Cherry red Mercedes-Benz
The body of Elvis
In between, countryside wide as all hell
His blood was motor oil, paxil and lead, purple mountains, Crown Royale
when they found him dead back seat in a sleeping bag (fireworks pattern)
All at once a sepia tone coats the plains like lacquer
In between, countryside wide as all hell
Buckled knees at the video store and mini-mall gravestones
Might as well be where Elvis died in velvet suicide catacombs
In between, countryside wide as all hell
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Best Western
03:43
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It’s a thin line tonight between fake and able
And I see her spill her drink a little as she sits up straight
She says, “remember when one wrong move was fatal?
Out in the corner of this lot with these Texas plates?”
Either way, I know she’s not doing anything wrong
She’s only trying to write a love song
And if her longing makes me unstable,
makes me think back on a time when I made mistakes,
When I would come around back to clear the crumbs from your table,
Sleep in the corner of the lot with the Texas plates
And to this day, I know I didn’t do anything wrong
I was only trying to write a love song
There’s only ever been one way to keep my attention
There’s only ever been one way to say “not like this”
So I believe her when she says that it’s not her intention
as she finishes a smoke we were supposed to split out in the corner of the lot of the Best Western
We’re not doing anything wrong
We’re only trying to listen to love songs
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Straightjacket
02:50
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Never split your smokes with me
Never walk your way home on this street
Never loan, never plead, never knock, never bleed
Better get yourself (straight, Jack)
(straightjacket) ‘round them bony lips and fold your napkin
Better aim with the breeze
Better nod when they leave
You should have seen your face
Black smoke rise out of Atlanta
Last smoke tossed on the freeway
And that Georgia wildfire,
Georgia white hot iron burn
Every great broken heart began to light up and spark
Every neon sign flickered at once
Every barkeep sighed and swept the dust
Better look before it’s gone and we’re thrown out at dawn
You should have seen your face
Black smoke rise out of Atlanta
Last smoke tossed on the freeway
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7. |
Bound to See Headlights
04:46
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It’s the same thing every night:
I’m awoken by a screaming light
Then I sit up in the road,
to see a figure running through the smoke
It’s only headlights through the fog
But that don’t make it untrue
when the spinning wheels begin to whine
when it drifts back into view
I was bound to see headlights wrap the corner in my life
Would you please keep your eyes on the road?
There’s a poem in the passenger side of every black Chevy tonight
Every handshake in this town
Don’t make me turn this car around
Nobody knows when the last time’s gonna be the last time
Nobody likes giving goodbyes
but I was bound to see headlights wrap the corner in my life
I was bound to see headlights
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Don’t look now, honey child
Settle down
(You got to give it if you got it)
How about we sit down for a while?
(You got to give it if you got it)
Is that alright?
August heat, pleather seats (come on, now!)
(You got to give it if you got it)
Tennessee, New Jersey, anyhow
(You got to give it if you got it)
Is that alright?
Say it now, honey child, say it loud
(You got to give it if you got it)
Tennessee, New Jersey, anyhow
(You got to give it if you got it)
Is that alright?
You got to give it if you got it
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9. |
Honey Shake Me
04:04
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Pensacola road, with the Stones on the radio
I will that back more than you know
And you don’t make sense:
“The sun set as you slept,
and after endless turns,
I’m still facing west.”
Well, if you need something more than my company
Honey, tell me
A deal’s a deal
And if you need someone more than you don’t
Well, honey I won’t
And I’ve only known careful love back at home
That’s why I sat on the windshield and bought what you stole
Every man’s got a contract:
“Play with fire, you get burned”
And every devil’s seen a sunset,
There ain’t a lesson learned
But if you’ve seen something different than me,
honey shake me
A deal’s a deal
And if you need that now more than you don’t,
Well, honey, I won’t
Pensacola road, with the Stones on the radio
I lay there sleeping when you had that feeling
So we broke the terms
Ain’t a lesson learned
You saw me and I saw you, but
baby we’ve been burned
Now if you need something more than my company,
honey, tell me if that’s how you feel
and if you need me now more than you don’t
well, honey, I won’t
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10. |
An Easy Love to Leave
03:09
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Did you forget when we were in the basement?
That two freaks hung these string lights on the wall
Did you forget why we were there at all?
And in the basement,
wipe off the ink you stuck your face in
Dyed your hair black as heaven,
and now you forget why you were there at all
Near back kitchens,
Spirit lights and gin gave you a thick skin
You always stuck around while the band loaded out
Then in your hotel, you cried yourself to sleep
You’re an easy love to leave and it’s obvious
Did you forget when we were in the basement?
That we owe some favors
and all these strangers will forget why were there at all
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Brewster New Jersey
Brewster's 'Honey Shake Me' is an album of transit, a collection of highway songs - there's a "welcome to" state sign at
every track break. White lines and stop signs beating a steady rhythm as the nation metls and warps, like a vinyl copy of "This Land is Your Land" left on the dashboard.
They're a stone-cold, wide-armed band, welcoming any and all twangy, emotive music to gather under the tent.
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