1. |
No Hands Bicycle
04:33
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No Hands Bicycle
Best served when it’s cold
And it’s OK if the answer to the question is
I don’t know
‘Cause you smell like cinnamon
You smell like a ghost
You’re not the one I came to dance with
But I think l miss you the most
And days and cities
Roll into dust tonight
You tell me everything’s political
And goddamn I think you’re right
Cause we sing
Lullabies to the unkind
Love songs to pretty girls who don’t care
Drinking songs
To children to put them to sleep at night
We’re swimming against the tide
And I feel like a sucker
I go to work every day
And I think I’m getting broker
The more money that I make
My back’s so tired
From the weight of the past
And everything’s like an answer
To a question I’d never ask
And we sing
Lullabies to the unkind
Love songs to pretty girls who don’t care
Drinking songs
To children to put them to sleep at night
We’re swimming against the tide
Swimming against the tide
Oh, and I get along
And you never say
And it always seems like somethings
Coming up or going away
And life’s a liar
Life’s a liar
Tell me something new
What a joke, what a joke, what a joke, what a joke
And I think I’m going to stay here
Till the glasses are all broke
And sing songs in Spanish
And throw my money around
And drink with all the vampires
That play their music way too loud
And I’ll sing
Lullabies to the unkind
Love songs to pretty girls who don’t care
Drinking songs to children
To put them to sleep at night
We’re swimming against the tide
We’re swimming against the tide
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2. |
Wicked Thing
02:53
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O, you wicked thing
Over the underpass
Pass me the overflow line
Missing the point
That I’ll never know
You’re the dog that doesn’t bark
As the night falls into place
You are the stars in the park
That I know I can’t replace
You’re the glass that I just poured
You’re the ringing of bar chords
You wake me in the morning
And call me when you’re bored
You’re the ladder fallen over
You’re the hammer in the shoulder
The smoke in my eyes
And the clouds across night skies
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
You’re the treetops and basement
You’re the wagon and the wedding ring
The lesser of evils
And the most important thing
You’re the emails and phone calls
You’re the highways and drywall
You know everything I’m thinking
And nothing at all
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
You’re the missing piece
You’re the passenger and car keys
The plants in the garden
And late-night TV
You’re the rain that turns to snow
You’re the light in the window
The teller of stories
And the ache in my bones
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
O, you wicked thing
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3. |
Alabama All Nighters
03:37
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She blows smoke in my face
Talking to me
Trying to catch up
Cars pass on the street
She’s crying so hard
And singing along
Spilling her drink
And dancing with someone
Lights turn suddenly weird
Like a solar eclipse
Like the gap in her teeth
When she’s smiling
Oh God breaking a string
Falling on ice
Forgetting the words
While you’re staring
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
God, I miss you
In between drinks
I’m half in the bag
Words stuck in my teeth
Been trying to talk
She’s trying to read
There’re shouts in the night
Kids in the trees
There’s a light in your eyes
O, that’s kind of hard to see
Footprints all through the house
Like a fucking cartoon
To the kitchen and back
Where are you going?
O, God talk in your sleep
To the stars in the sky
To the dogs in the street
In the morning
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
God, I miss you
In between drinks
We’ve been here two days
And five nights
Two days and five nights
And it’s all right
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
God, I miss you
In between drinks
Open caps with orange lighters
Alabama all-nighters
And fall asleep in limousines
God, I miss you
In between drinks
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4. |
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I'm talking to you
When will we be worthy of the summer?
I'm feeling so 14,000 miles an hour
What are you doing America?
When will you be worthy of Ginsberg?
I'm feeling so crazy unsure about the future
It's a wonder that we ever sleep at night
Win or lose, O it just feels the same
Why am I in this backyard of twinkle lights?
Writing love songs for the long game, the long game
Leaning over the rabbit hole
Surfing across the stupid internet
It's really hard to figure out
Where all the time went
It's a wonder that we ever sleep at night
Win or lose, O it just feels the same
Why am I in this backyard of twinkle lights
Writing love songs for the long game, the long game
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
O, here comes the sun
And the saints go marching in
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And the saints go marching in
It's a wonder that we ever sleep at night
Win or lose, O it just feels the same
Why am I in this backyard of twinkle lights
Writing love songs for the long game, the long game
It's a wonder that we ever sleep at night
Win or lose, O it just feels the same
Why am I in this backyard of twinkle lights
Writing love songs for the long game, the long game
O, do you wanna get out of here?
O, do you wanna get out of here?
O, do you wanna get out of here?
O, do you wanna get out of here?
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5. |
All Apologies
03:58
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What else should I be?
All apologies
What else could I say?
Everyone is gay
What else could I write?
I don't have the right
What else should I be?
All apologies
In the sun
In the sun, I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married
Buried
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua sea foam shame
Sunburn freezer burn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
In the sun
In the sun, I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married
Married
Married
Buried
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
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6. |
Dress That You Met Me In
03:10
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Swimming into the deeper end
You were talking so tough
I cut myself 1000 times
Trying to open you up
There’s something in another room
You can see it in your sleep
I’m not scared of the darkness baby
I’m just scared of your dreams
And you feel so wired
And whisper in your phone
You thank God for every little thing
She’s given you
But I don’t think she’s home
Did you lock the doors to our house
So covered in scaffolding
With eyes so full of gasoline
But I’m wearing the shirt
That you met me in
Did you see the note I texted you
Just to say that I love you
My eyes so full of de-pression
But you’re wearing
The dress that you met me in
The clocks might be wrong on the weekend
But it might be in my head
I see both your arms
Wrapped around the third rail
And you’re calling me to come to bed
And we feel so wired
To the buzzing of the phone
We thank God for every little thing
She’s given us
But I don’t think she’s home
Did you lock the doors to our house
So covered in scaffolding
With eyes so full of gasoline
But I’m wearing the shirt
That you met me in
Did you see the note I texted you
Just to say that I love you
My eyes so full of de-pression
But you’re wearing
The dress that you met me in
You’re such a bad liar
You’re such a bad liar
You’re such a bad liar
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7. |
Funny Bone
03:54
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You call up my funny bone
You tell me everything you done
You were the most beautiful of the crazy
You wake me up to your daydreams
You bite my nails
Tell me that I’m nervous
You see the light
You take the call
You pay for breakfast
O, I miss you when you’re gone
My two eyes see different things
When it gets complicated
I reach my hands up to the trees
Into a sky so deep and wild
That I see everything
These dirty sheets feel deep and warm
You wrap your legs around my arms
I trip and fall over secrets
I find hard to keep
And you’re making noise around this room
When I am trying to sleep
The flowers grow
And you comb your hair
You walk away
And lock your bike
Up to the moon
You hold my hand
Say that I need company
You wash and fold
My broken heart
Like dirty laundry
O, I miss you when you’re gone
My two eyes see different things
When it gets complicated
I reach my hands up to the trees
Into a sky so deep and wild
That I see everything
You take a breath
I say a word
I take a breath
You say a word
You see the light
I take a breath
You see the word
I take a light
You take a breath
I say a word
I take a breath
You say a word
You see the light
I take a breath
You say a word
I take a light
O, I miss you when you’re gone
My two eyes see different things
When it gets complicated
I reach my hands up to the trees
Into a sky so deep and wild
That I see everything
O, I miss you when you’re gone
My two eyes see different things
When it gets complicated
I reach my hands up to the trees
Into a sky so deep and wild
That I see everything
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8. |
Seven Year Itch
03:31
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I’m not usually inspirational
And I’m no philosopher
You can ask all about love
But you might as well ask her
She’d probably say something clever
Like love must be kind
But we’ve been married for ages
I’m not falling for any of her lines
And I missed our seven-year itch
Because I was having a good time
Maybe our ups and our downs even out
‘Cause we’re easy to find
Now I don’t wish we were different
I don’t need you to read my mind
I don’t think I’m the man of your dreams
Most of the time
But in my heart, I can see us
Like books on a shelf
And our little house so full of people
And you dancing by yourself
And I missed our seven-year itch
Because I was having a good
And I missed our seven-year itch
Because I was having a good
And I missed our seven-year itch
Because I was having a good time
Maybe our ups and our downs even out
So we’re easy to find
Even when it all heads south we’re easy to find
Oh, when the clouds come rumbling down
We’re easy to find
We’re easy to find
We’re easy to find
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You look beautiful
Carrying the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders
Steering through the after math
You look tired my love
Is it so obvious
Not getting ahead maybe
Breaking even with the past
And I don’t have the blues
I’m just kind of depressed
About the sunrise
Crazy eights and drinking all the time
You say we should get away
You say we have had enough
You say we should clear our heads
And that our love is obvious
You say I am always tired
And we can talk until it hurts
No one listens to the song
No one dances to the words
It’s too late to walk home
With the weight of the world
That gets between us
Hands in each other’s pockets
You look dangerous tonight
With eyes the way they are
Just like to scribbles
Bees sting, wasps bite
And I don’t have the mind
I don’t have the skill
To make this better
But I’ll try to be there when it counts
You say we should get away
You say we have had enough
You say we should clear our heads
And that our loves obvious
You say I’m always tired
And we can talk until it hurts
No one listens to the song
No one dances to the words
It’s one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
one step in, one step out again
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10. |
Sad Songs
04:23
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I’ve been stumbling so bad
And feeling so down
I’ve been meaning to say
How are you now?
When you got a lot of thinking to do
I say a lot of things
I’m not sure what is true
We might have better luck next time
Its not the sleep that scares me
O, no no no
It’s not the sad songs
O, no no no
O, when we act like children
O, no no no
What will you do when I’m gone?
O, no no no
I’ll take my chances on you
Take them on me
I look over my shoulder
As you drive way
What will we do when the money’s all spent?
I’ve got some good ideas
I just ain’t thought ‘em yet
You are the last thing I see every night
Its not the sleep that scares me
O, no no no
It’s not the sad songs
O, no no no
O, when we act like children
O, no no no
What will you do when I’m gone?
O, no no no
It’s not the sleep that scares me
It’s not the sad songs
We act like children
What will you do when I’m gone?
It’s not the satellites
O, no no no
It’s not the babies laughing
O, no no no
Or when we drink too much
O, no no no
And fight for nothing
O, no no no
It’s not the sad songs
It’s not the sad songs
What will you do when I’m gone?
O, no no no
What will you do when I’m gone?
O, no no no
What will you do when I’m gone?
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