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Napkins
03:19
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My mother let me get my feet and my hands muddy,
my knees and elbows bloody,
she'd clean me up and tell me that she loves me.
Your shirt and your shoes are not required here.
Sing into spoons and dance on to the couch with no fear.
And have no fear my darling,
but live so safely for me.
You can try drugs and you can try sex,
but please will you do them so safely for me.
You can drive far, far away from me,
but please will you travel so safely.
And you can jump off into the waters,
but please will you fall so safely.
And you can fall in love with who you meet,
but please call me when you break his heart.
And have no fear my darling,
but live so safely for me.
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Sailboat
02:01
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My old friend,
I'm buying a sailboat, won't you come with me?
I'll take you far out to sea,
and we will see things we've always wanted to see.
but once we're on my boat,
we are never going home until we've seen it all.
We will find land that has never been found
and we will walk up onto land that has always been around.
and we will get our feet filthy on this new ground,
get our hair messy in this new wind,
and get our mouths and get our lungs filled with this air,
and get our hands to shake hands with our new friends.
Oh my old friend,
I'm buying a sailboat, won't you come with me?
I'll take you far out to sea,
and we will see things we've only seen in our dreams,
but once we're on my boat,
we are never going home until we've seen it all.
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Bird Killer
02:04
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When I'm ready to kill all the birds out in the woods,
when I'm ready to steal the last song from their soul,
I will bring no guns, I will bring no stones
but I will feel their bones breaking in my grasp,
and I will feel the air leave their little lungs out onto my face,
because these weapons, they makes us weak
and these weapons, they make us cowards.
You believe in a god that gave you these hands but you don't know how to use them.
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The Crying Song
02:16
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To say that I know anything as well as the back of my hand,
oh what a lie that would be. All I've been studying are my palms, with my elbows pressed against my knees. My hands they have that slight tremble
and my bottom lip has that slight quiver and my cheeks, they are wet, my cheeks they are soaking and my glasses, oh how they fog up as I exhale into the cradle that my hands have created for my face and for my head. This position is pathetic and cliche, I know, but I am stuck in this place.
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Dirty Threads
01:34
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You and I, we have probably got just over a million thoughts. Together we could spill them out one by one and see where we connect dots and form knots with the ribbons in our brains that unravel with each word. With all my wounds and my dead friends, too much weight and dirty threads, I've wished to changed my choice a hundred times or two. On the other side of my muscle I have bone. It's all worth it, I met you. On the other side of your muscle you have bone, too. Its all worth it, I met you.
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Baby, Oh Baby
03:34
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Baby, oh baby, what do we have here?
Someone is trying to disappear,
from the eye of production, from the eye of try.
Baby, oh baby, what do we have here?
Someone is trying to live with no care,
but we know they will too soon disappear.
Baby, oh baby, what do we do next?
You're laughing and crying and asking whats best,
but we don't have an answer, no we have no clue.
Baby, oh baby, what do we do next?
Your heart is beating right through your chest,
I can feel it, darling I hear it, but no one could have guessed.
When the sun rises, make your day fulfilled before its good night.
You came, you saw, you couldn't conquer it all.
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Fruit Flies
03:12
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Poured myself a glass of wine,
looked into my cup and I just sigh.
Wanted to taste it for what it is,
and to drown the stresses of the hours.
But you god damn fruit flies,
that infest my house in the day and the night,
you beat me to it.
You god damn fruit flies,
I'm flattered you think I have good taste in wine,
But don't you know,
I was the one who wanted to drown.
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Ice Cubes
03:42
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I would like to hold your head deep into a bucket of ice cubes. It would cause pain but it would not be the death of you. It would cause pain but it would not drown you. What a shame, we want you dead. What a shame, oh what a shame. What a shame, for its just a dream in my head.
But depending on how I'm feeling at the end of the hour when all the ice melts and your face is so cold and pruned, I may just wait for you to stop trying. I want to watch you try just as hard to survive.
So you better hope those eyelashes of yours will help you flutter your weight out of the water. If they have seen what you have seen, they must be so strong. Strong enough to let you sleep your head down at night. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you sleep your head down at night. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you sleep your head down another night.
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Colorado Kidnapper
02:40
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If I said yes, I really meant no
I don't want you to go
And I promise that I'll try and be the best I can be, for you
If I said hate, I really meant love
I just want you know, that I'll always be there for you
No matter who comes or goes
So this ones for you
Little brother
For wherever you go
Wherever you are
When you said "go to hell"
I always knew you meant well
Despite how hard you would try
Well I've seen you cry maybe once, maybe twice
And you've seen me cry plenty of goddamn times
I hope you've realized
That you've helped me get by
So this ones for you
Little brother
For wherever you go
Wherever you are
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Guts
02:02
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If I could extract a seed from your baby brother's heart, I would plant it back into this earth right where he belongs. I promise I would watch him grow into the most beautiful maple tree that New England has ever seen or that Los Angeles could ever believe in. And as the seasons change, its colors, they will too turn into a dark red, just like, oh just like. And through the wind and through the cold, your leaves will stay, they will not fall or crumble but they will stay up to remind me that maybe I have been wrong, maybe I have been wrong all along. After they say that we have died, maybe somewhere we are still alive.
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The Sofa Blues
02:33
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You're enjoying the role that you've given to yourself as the devil on the shoulders of all your friends but I guess I'd rather be remembered for greater actions than being the one who never did what I said I would. But stubborn and impractical won't get you out of the sofa blues.
Throwing a tantrum in a common living space, I missed the point. You said you proved a point to yourself so you're satisfied but I missed the point. And stubborn and impractical won't get you out of the sofa blues.
You say you're just trying to enjoy the fun while you're young, but aren't we all? Is this fun when you glue yourself to the couch and you tape these beer cans into the palms of your hands?
You fell asleep with the TV on again.
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Scattered Brains
02:53
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You don't need to worry about me. I can control my body. I can control the T.V.'s that are inside my brain. In my scattered brain.
The scene use to play so frequently, each time just as untruthfully but now I have it right like cement in my brain. In my scattered brain.
I have seen us all die and all survive. I have seen myself act like a hero and us charging for the back door in my brain. In my scattered brain.
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Circle//Circle New Haven, Connecticut
We are Circle//Circle.
Emily Byram- Ukulele, drums.
Kayla Bastos- Banjo, ukulele.
Chris Cappello- Guitar.
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