1. |
The Country
02:52
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Drove on up the coast to find her out
White lines on the road
Dust the wind had scattered all around
Where'd her body go?
Left the Midwest, pale and milky skin
Burned for leaving town
How to piece her memory back again
Never to be found
I don't know how to tell the difference no more
All these stripes of yellow rays upon my floor
Is it the sun or just some headlights shining through my door?
Begging me to go
Tried to leave the country years ago
Concrete in my boots
Something about my blood that tells me no
Get back to my roots
It's how we only feel the fear before we fall
And you don't see the splash from your own cannonball
So tell me what's the point in worry, why be lost at all?
Even when you're on the road
Can you hear my little voice from out so far?
Can I ever reach my hands to where you are?
All I know is that America will tear you apart
I'm begging you to go
Come home to me, come home to me
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2. |
I've Never Been to L.A.
03:15
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So I'm working out
So I'm keeping clean
Try to sing the sound
Of you changing me
Who I found
Thinking all the time
Of my future self
Picturing the shine
Something I can't help
Of you around
Now I'm starting to see
How you figure to me
Trying to think of a way to forget what I know
Like a coming of age
Like I'm breaking away
I've never been to LA, baby, not even close
Like I broke the law
What'd I get into
Tried to poke and prod
What'd you let me do
All alarms
Think you feel the same
In a tunnel, crushed
At the other end
I wouldn't worry much
'Cause you're the light
You're the light
Like a sip of the sea
What the body, it needs
Walking around in the sunshine, sand in my toes
But how will I know
When I land, where to go?
I've never been to LA, baby, not even close
The wind, she doesn't grab you by the arm, no
The rain, she falls so few and far apart, oh
But when I come I can't leave home all my sorrow
What do we do about that?
Tell me what do we do about that now?
I can honestly say
As I sit on the plane
Watching the hand-shaking pilots and entrances close
That I don't really know
How to get there alone
Can't even picture myself in the summery clothes
I've never been to LA, baby, not even close
I've never been to LA, and I might never go
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3. |
The Fallen Leaves
04:30
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Starting yesterday, I’m picking up my things
If I can find them underneath the fallen leaves
I don’t even know how much I need you when you’re here
Didn’t even know how much I’d miss you when you’re gone
Where the beaches turn to water from the sand
How will I know where I can swim and where I can’t?
Couldn’t you have written down the rules so I would know?
Couldn’t you have told me I can’t bear to see you go?
Like a kid on the run after the fire burns out
But getting along
A good momma got to clip her baby’s toes
A good sun got to keep his planets close, I know
I can move freely now, but I don’t know which way to go
Oh, but half of the fun of getting the fireworks out
Is cheering ‘em on (but it looks just like a bomb out in the sky)
Waiting for the melody to come to me
I’ll die if I keep working for the company, I know
Like a kid on the run after the fire burns out
But getting along (it looks just like a god out in the sky)
Pack a pad of paper for my private thoughts
Am I fit to fight the battles that I thought I fought? Oh, no
I can move freely now, but I don’t know which way to go
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4. |
Talking to My Saint
03:35
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Carve some pattern
On my left side
Symbol don't matter
Couldn't decide
I'm not asking
For a free pass
I just stare at the window
I can't see through
The glare and the dirt on the glass
Heart slipped off my shirtsleeve
End my own parade
A child who runs from pole to pole
A man who needs a break
A babbler on Grace Street
Talking to my saint
Puzzle pieces piled on the patio
I don't know what they make
Tatterdemalion
Sinking and bare
Mind that'll fail ya
Driving impaired
Down from the rafters
The cobwebs hang low
Morning after, I wake
The blankets, I make
A place for the spiders to go
Avert ye eyes from danger
All these dead birds on the ground
A cardinal finds his son's red body
In community lost and found
Cuddled in a mare's nest
Talking to my saint
Dressed up in my favorite suit
Pretending I am who I ain't
I can see a bird on the branches
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5. |
And Then I Woke Up
04:33
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Crammed in the low-lit kitchen with the ghosts of you
Lost in the narrow hall, what I'd hoped to do
What we have in common but I won't tell you
We're all sleeping through the afternoon
Sitting with bedroom eyes and breathing back the blues
Position your head at night to see an empty moon
It swirls in silence, what we hope ain't true
His son dropped dead in a hotel room
You eat by candlelight
A pot on the stove
Repeat, then wait to die
All alone
Taking our coffee black, it always stains the white
Can I take my history back before my body might?
Ain't no reason not to speak your mind
Potato eaters who can read and write
We leave no shadowlight
Cast on the wall
And I won't say goodbye
If I should fall
What is the darkness for?
What does it mean?
Table for two of four
Me in my own dream
What is the parlance for?
What do we need?
What do we do it for?
Where are we going?
Sunlight reaching around us and going inside
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6. |
Don't Break
04:37
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Like when I walk through the street under trees after a storm
How it feels like it’s raining, but it’s not anymore
And we know it’ll swallow us whole when it dies
But we stand, as if to follow, when the sun begins to rise
How come the line don’t break?
What do you call the world?
I’m just a melancholy girl
Looking all around, but haven’t found my place yet
What are we down here for?
I guess I’m getting pretty bored
But I haven’t got the guts to go and face it
Even when I feel the wicked wind unwrap its arms around me
There’s still broken glass out in the lawn
Coupled with the clothes that ripped at seems and stuck to pins faithfully
Why don’t they fly away?
How come the line don’t break?
Even when he feels me bite on bait and spins the spool to reel me in
I keep getting farther away
Haven’t even talked to you in months, and I could call – yeah, it’s my fault
Do you even remember my name?
How come the line don’t break?
Well I’m spinning so fast that I might be sick
And that Unmoved Mover can be such a prick
How come the line don’t break?
And we toe that line
‘Tween the day and night
And we see the light
And we rise and shine
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Ludlow Chicago, Illinois
Indie-folk band from Chicago, IL.
Debut album 'Siren on the Shore' now available.
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