1. |
Hey Zoë
04:21
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Hey Zoë
Yeah?
What you doin'?
I'm just thinking 'bout nothing.
Well you better hurry up.
You better think fast.
Cuz my feet are getting itchy
and it's not gonna last.
I'm feeling the wind.
I'm feeling the gas.
What you gonna do Zoë?
What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do Zoë?
what you gonna do?
I'm just playing my guitar.
It feels so fucking good.
Just like driving in your car.
Oh, Jen I wish you would.
Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Hey Zoë
Yeah?
What you doin', Yeah?
I"m just thinking 'bout nothing.
Well maybe I can turn your mind around.
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2. |
Sister
05:32
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Your sister dances so well.
Let's make out back at the hotel.
Shit, I smoked too much again.
And I can't help feeling bad.
That you won't see me
at all.
Oh, wait. It's me.
Oh, no. It's me.
Oh, yeah. It's me.
I want back the dream you stole.
I still receive from rock-n-roll.
Shit, my car broke down.
And I can't help feeling sad
That you won't see me
at all.
Oh, wait. It's me.
Oh, no. It's me.
Oh, yeah. It's me.
Good things they come in threes.
Why you have to be such a tease?
Shit, my plant died.
I can't help feel mad
that you won't see me
at all.
Oh, wait. It's me.
Oh, no. It's me.
Oh, yeah. It's me.
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3. |
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I lick the batteries to make the music last longer
until your phone call.
But you don't call.
No, you don't call.
You don't call.
I drive stick in the rain to see your face.
But you're not there.
No You're not there.
You're not there.
The Movies Ruined My Love Life.
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4. |
Miriam Green
04:09
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I saw you dancing
your big heart out
at a rock-n-roll show.
Your eyes were smiling
Your hair was flying
I know you could be:
A social worker.
A professional flirter.
A music critic.
How 'bout a mystic?
Any one you wanted.
Any one you wanted.
Any one you wanted.
Miriam Miriam Green
You're only 15.
Miriam Miriam Green
You're only 15.
You don't care what anyone thinks
except maybe your sister.
I don't care what anyone thinks
about this song.
Miriam.
I don't know what happens next
but I like it a lot.
Let's say Miriam you get married.
You live in house in Washington DC
with many a dog and a husband.
Will he be a fireman?
Or will he drive a prison van?
Could he be a Gemini?
Or how 'bout a rabbi?
Anyone you wanted.
Anyone you wanted.
Anyone you wanted.
Miriam Miriam Green
You're only 15.
Miriam Miriam Green
You're only 15.
You don't care what anyone thinks
except maybe your sister.
I don't care what anyone thinks
about this song.
Miriam.
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5. |
Daydreams
04:31
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Daydreams float above, like melted stars.
The moment would be tragic, if not for your laugh.
If we drank too much, it’s your fault.
If we said too much, it’s mine.
I walk with you through imaginary maze.
You follow me cause I’m quicker.
But I follow you cause you’re more solid.
And so we are still.
So still are we.
And so we are still.
So still are we.
Catcallers’ voices are fucking up my peace.
And I don’t like wanting to be liked anymore.
Tried to make everyone love me, it’s your fault.
If I loved too deeply, it’s mine.
I walk with you through old haunted statues.
You follow me because my will is strong.
But I follow you cuz you’re light-hearted.
And so, we are still.
So still are we.
And so, we are still.
So still are we.
Crisply-dressed and vacant-eyed, we dine together.
The moment would be sweet, if not for my tears.
If we ate too much, it’s your fault.
If we felt alone, it’s ours.
I walk with you through dirty familiar streets.
I don’t want to follow you anymore.
You don’t want to follow me.
And so, we are still.
So still are we.
And so, we are still.
So still are we.
So still are we.
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