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All Things Being Equal
03:41
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I was on top of my shit
Except for a year and a half
Walking like night of the living dead
Notion in my head, naive and wishful
Of all things being equal
We were just hanging out
When we heard about Dave Berman
You said you didn’t feel as deep about it as
You thought you should have
Losing your signal
Where all things are equal
Little baby, don’t cry
There’s so much we haven’t tried
The diamond ring doesn’t have to shine
It’s a new scene every time
Between you and other people
All things being equal
Between you and other people
Nothing’s ever equal
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Season
03:15
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Crushed dixie cup
Pushed your luck
Rolling the shade up
Holding your breath
Buds peaking out
Of the black cherry boughs
Careful you don’t burn ‘em down
With your stare of death
How to hang on to the love you get
And how to make it stretch
How to keep doing the things you should
How to hang on to feeling good
Crushed dixie cup
All used up
You trust your gut
And your gut lies
Pink turning brown
On the black cherry boughs
Falling to the ground
What could that possibly symbolize?
Baby, it’s not enough being right
You’ve got to prove it all your life
How to hang on to the love you get
And how to make it stretch
How to keep doing the things you should
How to hang on to the days you felt good
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Lucinda on June Bug
03:05
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You rolled up to my life
On your bulldozer
Reducing everything in sight
Including me to rubble
You turned me on to a whole lot
Way more than I could handle
Now I’m hightailing it back
To my comfort zone
Do you remember showing me L’Eclisse?
I was hazy on the theme
Now I’m piecing it together
Reading my favorite books again
Louise Bogan
Just need one or two friends
And a clean apartment
There’s a circle around me
Closing every minute
But as far as I can see
Baby, you’re the limit
I guess one of these days
I should expand my horizons
But while I’m healing up
Let me stick with what I know
Lucinda on june bugs
Prince on crying doves
Read my salty lips
No new love
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Yellow Bricks
03:36
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Everything’s a clue
To a green detective
I’ve been glomming on
To every new perspective
Yellow bricks
On a noisy street
Lay the mortar thick
And all the edges bleed
Well it don’t belong to me
Much as I hate to admit it, baby
Beautiful town
I’ve been living in
Walking up and down
Find it, lose it again
What is it like
On your end today
Clouds in the sky
Uniquely arranged
Well it don’t belong to me
It could never belong to you or me
Much as I hate to admit it, baby
Yellow bricks
On a noisy street
Walking up and down
All the edges bleed
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Mr. Chill
03:01
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Between now and quitting time
Between then and six A.M.
Catch me climbing out
Of a deep, deep pit
Hanging on by a threat
That could be cut in an instant
Folks come around and lower buckets
What can a poor kid do to keep busy?
Because I still want to love this little world
I didn’t realize I was hanging out with Mr. Chill
You be real with me and I’ll be real with you
I’ve been picking up heavy things
And putting them down
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Heading out to the bountiful fields
And coming back empty-handed
Back at my place you’ll find
A room full of buckets
What can a poor kid do to keep busy?
Because i still need to love this little world
I can tell you stuff I can’t tell anyone else
Because you don’t threaten to help
I can tell you stuff I can’t tell anyone else
Because you don’t threaten to help
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