1. |
Edie
02:57
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A new dark from the news desk
It's never hard to write the rest
And when it rains, we're all soaking in it
I can't get up, it's rust and loneliness
Sweet tea, your ice melts
And money's tight, love is tough
But Edie sings for the tape machine
Unties her scarf, a silver sea
Something went right between our eyes
It took my life but I couldn't die
So Edie, your mouth melts
A sugar shell, brandy spills
And when it rains, you are dancing in it
A new dark, love is loneliness
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2. |
Nothing Illuminated
02:54
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There is a light on in your room
It's never enough
So, don't bother reading me now
I've got nothing for you
Baby, don't keep your eyes open
We are fading
Don't keep your eyes open
Nothing is hidden
Palm trees and pavement, retail weed
Trust in God, coke machines
So, selfish we still need to believe
There's no one like us
So special, waving our guns so scared
When it starts raining
Waving our flags, praying
And it keeps raining
I can still taste it, windows down
Roll 'em down
I can still taste it, ashes bloom
In my mouth
Driving away, spitting
At skies of asphalt
Running away, fading
Until my heart stops
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3. |
Move
03:47
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Where are you while I'm kneeling, on bathroom tiles
In a white so bright, my eyes are blind
While shadows dancing, drinking, darken the hallway
The music plays, oh the people stay
While lines of sight get lost in half filled cups
You'll find me here, you find me here
Because there is no one who can pull hard enough
So you're smearing the blackest, blue ink sky
With the red in your eyes and your red tail lights
Heading east starting from Omaha
Well, I'm holding on
I feel it in the cracks of street, concrete and signs
I remember light, what it was like
Piano bench we sat slowly smoking cigarettes
A song of us, a song for us
Now this distance is death with nothing to sing
So I'm looking down, I'm staying down
I get so lost in this city made of noise
Stolen from our heads and sold for dimes
Humming in the veins of all the neon signs
Shouting glowing words
To my eyes
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4. |
Nothing's Wrong
02:47
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Lonely daughter of the west
Dirty hair cigarettes on your breath
Drive me back to the place that I make my home
Put me to bed, turn on the TV set
Or sing me the song you love the best
Forget the words, I will sing the rest
We'll sing:
No, nothing's wrong
No, nothing's wrong
So nothing's wrong with us
Pretty daughter of the south
Your daddy done rolled right out of town
In an empty bottle, all he left you was his frown
So put on your dress, find your other shoe
Get on the bus, get yourself to school
While we stand in the kitchen, figuring out what to do
We say:
No, nothing's wrong
No, nothing's wrong with you
We just don't know what to do
All the way back down the road
We bend the branches back, the stream ran gold
Oh no
And in my head I hear you:
No, nothing's wrong
No, nothing's wrong
No, nothing's wrong
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