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Matthew Sweet
02:25
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I would never be here without you. Stay up all night long just to talk to you. Came together like a Matthew Sweet song– Transcendental harmonies that make my heart sing. Sang this song a thousand million times, long before I ever wrote these rhymes. Waiting lazily the way I’ve learned to for the words to find themselves while I play hopscotch. Jumping up and down with just one foot on the ground hoping I don’t fall down. Skinned my knee again saying “this will be the end of my clumsily maneuvering on these designs.” Watch the colors fade as I make another day disappear. It’s all right. You’re by my side. We’ve got all night.
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Stolen
03:17
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Stole this idea from someone else who had it first. I don’t know who said it best, but I might say it worst. Though it’s not my own, I will call it home and I’ll say I thought it up while I was working on this awesome thing that I also once thought up. Everything I think of is the trash of better men, women, children, other folks who I’ll say I have been in the headspace of. “But from up above came divine inspiration.” That’s what I will say when you fire away with all your accusations. Listening intently to your songs. Taking notes on all your outfits, short hair or long. So coincidental that we got the same tattoo the same place. Never even heard about your band. Never even read the book you said. You’ll never know the words inside my head. What’s the word for “opposite of bad?”
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Hours & Hours
03:11
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Don’t know what you want to hear. Said what you want to hear, but I couldn’t make out what you said in my ear. Must be playing some trick like the time that I lied and said I was joking. No, it’s okay, I’m all right. Sleeping all through the day. At the end of the day, sleeping all through the night. I’ll be ready to write when I say it’s okay. Give me just another day and I’ll have something to say that you could write on my grave. I spent hours and hours playing guitar, and, well, this is what I got so far– a minor chord and a little melody. I wrote this song in C. I would write a thousand million more, but my head would fall down onto the floor from trying trying to write you all these rhymes. I’d give a thousand dimes to write something as good as you can. Last week I spent a year then called it off, only to come rushing back into the arms of another song that nobody ever heard. I’m still working on all of the words. I really really believe I’ve got something special I can sing. Won’t have to apologize this time.
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Bitten
00:54
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Woke with a tune in my head. Didn’t know if it was mine, but I sang it into my phone and later on played it back to myself. Recognized the song I must have subconsciously bitten it from.
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Melody
02:25
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Wrote a melody too high for my voice to sing. Won’t you sing it? Your voice is a bell that you ring. Never cracks and breaks like mine does, rarely is off key, has no trouble modulating from F sharp to C. Don’t need a soprano to hit any of these notes. I think that your alto is the GOAT. Found a problem in the structure of my new song. Once I noticed it, saw that the whole thing was wrong. What would you do if you were to write this thing instead? If you had to finish it because I was found dead? Wondering because your songs, they never seem like this. Won’t you take a minute and please fix it? The way you play the guitar rules. So unconventional– creative, yet unschooled. Your unparalleled harmony. When you say that you don’t know when I ask you what is the name of the key, time signature, or “what are the words?”
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Different Shirt
02:46
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I’m doing the same thing that I did yesterday and I’m wondering why everything is a single shade of grey. Perhaps the wolves are all at bay, but now I’ve got no excuses for walking the same route until my shoes are full of holes. My pants split, clothes don’t fit. I’m shopping for new ones online, and waiting til I find a guy who looks like one I want to be. I never saw a picture of myself. Everyone else was talking so loud. The words they said were unfamiliar. Music deafening, a song I never heard. I look to the past and I see the pictures of my friends. We’re younger and dumber, some things I still don’t understand. But where was I among the crowd? Everyone was talking so loud. I was too busy looking back then to see what was going on. I open my eyes and I’m laying in bed next to you. The future uncertain, but better than mourning my youth. I’ll wear a different shirt today, write a new song and play it until it’s something to say.
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I Will Wait 4 U
01:48
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I will wait for you when I’m all gone. On your way to work, you’ll hear our song. Radio’s on. Don’t know how long it will be before my number’s up but I will wait for you. One day. Fourteen years. Thirty nine months. When my time comes.
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Change
02:35
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Waiting here for a moment. Another sweet moment. The kind of moment I could spend my life wishing I’d get back to , if only I could do the same thing that I did today again. But then again, again, and over again. I’d do it every single day. Same shirt, same way. Said you wanted to go somewhere I’d never been, and I made some reason up I couldn’t go. Maybe we’d get lost or the car would break down, or maybe we shouldn’t ever leave the house. I told you so. I knew we never should have gone. Just look at what you made me change. Every single day, in every single way. If I had got my way we’d never have come to this place where everything’s rearranged into something new and strange. I’m not saying anything, but you’re not listening at all. Everything has changed.
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Emptiness
02:14
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I didn’t know you could see through my face, my facade, everything. Spent a really long time working on all the teeth. Watching old movies, studying the ways all the old actors were talking to romantic leads and the suits they wore. Naked in the light of day. Emptiness in spirit. I’m so afraid of someone learning just how hateful I have grown in the way I breathe. Then you brought me to my knees. Realized the forest through the trees. I didn’t know you could know me better than I could know myself. Filing down new teeth, old ones are on the shelf.
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Syracuse
03:12
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Talk to myself about nothing at all. Talk to myself through the Summer and Fall. Winter again, miss all my friends. Thought of you driving from Syracuse back to our house. I’m home alone and I’m thinking of you. Thought I loved space til I had it from you. Two beers and then miss you again. I’m still alive while the hour hand does its cruel dance.
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