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time I
02:31
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you're always waiting on me
I'm always running behind
but I will pull it together
if you'll just give me the time
and I always tell you the weather
so you can know how to dress
you got a great sense of style
I could live in your closet
or I could live between your teeth
listen to them click and clack as you speak
the sound will lull me to sleep
your gap has plenty of space for me
and I will make the space for you
I'll make it warm so you can stay
I'll make it big so you can stretch
and I'll make it soft so you can lay
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I wanna be postmortem with you, oh
or maybe just postadolescent
though I never learned my lesson
you gotta tell me again
tell me again
tell me again
tell me again
I wanna be postmodern with you, oh
or maybe just postapocalyptic
I know you hate it when I'm cryptic
I like to call it postironic
how our love is supersonic
it's no wonder I didn't hear it
but I know I am forgiven
now tell me again
tell me again
tell me again
and again, and again
tell me again
and again, and again
tell me again
(again and again and again and again and again)
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3. |
N.E.G.F.
03:22
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I heard you got a girlfriend
way up in New England
and every day you write each other letters
I heard she's a jealous bitch
who can't keep any friends
I wonder when you'll get sick of her
I hear you'll get a house together
with a cat and a dog and an ironing board
and a stack of overdue library books
do you think she's real?
do you think she's not?
do you think she's playing games?
do you think she's the one?
I heard about your girlfriend
the one in New England
I heard you haven't even kissed her yet
your friends all think you lost your mind
but you say it'll be all right
'cause she's coming down for Christmas
do you think she's real?
do you think she's not?
do you think she's really real?
or do you really think she's not?
do you think she's real?
do you think she's not?
do you think she feels
the same way in her heart?
well, maybe not
do you think she's real?
do you think she's not?
do you think she's playing games?
do you think she's the one?
do you think she's the one?
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4. |
in the shadows
05:45
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You, driving dodging guardrails, white-knuckled. And I, lurching in the backseat, could still feel the sand in my pocket. And I must've stubbed my toe last night while I was sleeping. I woke up and it was aching, but there was no bruise, no memory of what made me hurt the way I do. No, you could never see me in the shadows, how could you? Oh, you could never see me in the shadows, how could you? How could you see when you would not look? Speak without speech. Move without movement. Roots without soil. Love without feeling. Touch without the tips of your fingers ever coming near me. Aren't I just what you like, baby? And this ain't the first time that I've been to California. And this ain't the last time that I will cry while I'm lying next to you. Lying on the sheets that you wash every week, but you never sleep in. Oh yes, how nice to be alone together. We like things a little different. No, you could never see me in the shadows, how could you? Oh, you could never see me in the shadows, how could you? How could you see when you would not look? Speak without speech. Move without movement. Roots without soil. Love without feeling. Touch without the tips of your fingers ever coming near me. Aren't I just what you like, baby?
No, you could never see me in the shadows.
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5. |
lovers like livers
03:23
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lovers, like livers
need time to heal
you are surprised by your own resilience
and sure as the impulse in your cells
I know time can make us well
enough to hold each other up
and more, surely more than this
than simply speaking of a kiss
scared by promises, but i'm still here
and I hear what you say
you say, "time will show us the way,"
I say, "time will show us the way,"
we repeat into the mirror
on and on, you made yourself wrong
tried to write the perfect song
tried to type it all night long
but the keys are broken in the locks
I'd love to smash in every clock
but I hold their hands tight as I walk
or perhaps I'm carried to you
oh, pray for the seasons to change
pray for the sun, pray for the rain
to turn to snow and ice as we wait
we are resilient
oh, my lover
oh, your liver
regenerate before my eyes
too slow to realize
but I still see you
oh, lovers, like livers
need time to heal
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wormhole
05:05
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[It’s like that space-time continuum thing. You’re on a plane over here, and she’s on this plane over there, and you were both never here nor there at the same time.]
I need a wormhole
I'm a worm in the ground
digging a hole
what's going on?
I've done this before
no, I never stopped
I've done this before
I've done this before
and I dream about what I can't have
and so I dream of you
the words that I say
well, I know I'm repeating
the words that you said
when I needed convincing
but don't they sound nice?
don't they sound so appealing?
and don't it sound good?
make you wanna believe in
I need a wormhole
I'm a worm in the ground
just digging a hole
what's going on?
I've done this before
I've done this before
I've done this before
and I dream about what I can't have
and so I dream of you
yes, I dream about what I can't have
oh, I dream about what I can't have
I dream about what I can't have
and so I dream
[It's like string theory.]
[String theory? What do you know about string theory?]
[Don't underestimate me, Luke, I read. And I watch Battlestar Galactica.]
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7. |
time II
01:59
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you're always waiting on me
I'm always running behind
but I will pull it together
if you'll just give me the time
and I always tell you the weather
so you can know how to dress
you got a great sense of style
I could live in your closet
or I could live between your teeth
listen to them click and clack as you speak
the sound will lull me to sleep
your gap has plenty of space for me
and I will make the space for you
I'll make it warm so you can stay
I'll make it big so you can stretch
and I'll make it soft so you can lay
you're always waiting on me
I'm always running behind
but I always pull it together
you always give me the time
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