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A walk down memory lane is oh-so near my house
There's something I never could say: "Hey"
I still get you in my dreams, still wish it was someone else
Yr face disguised by bright gleaming... "Hey"
Whatever happened to vigilant eyes?
Like when I slept as a kid every night?
Whatever happened to magical mice?
And so what happened to my teeth all those times?
Whatever happened to brilliant fires?
The kind that used to light up my skies?
Led the flocks all astray
Set all the shepherds ablaze
Caught you in line while we were waiting for beers
And I hear that you bartend near here
But I've always wanted to know
Where is wherever it is you go?
Brightest flame I've ever seen
You know I'd drop everything
If it meant you would burn me alive
And if I say any different, I'm lying
(Lying through my teeth,
Lying through my teeth,
Lying through my teeth,
L-l-lying through my teeth...)
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Hop Along
04:05
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Hop along there into tourist traps
Who digs out who?
Just roll it back
If it starts to look uncouth
Hop along there into tourists traps
Who digs out who?
Between the idle hands drowning in vermouth
It's because I'm caught, because I'm lost
'Cause I found out that I forgot
Where I was for a moment without you
When I'm back, baby I'm back
And I'm not going back off the track
I'm gonna remember to always pass in the inside lane
I wish things turned out the way I planned them
Was it Sam, was it Mary, or was it Shannon?
When the foxhounds and ladies have their moments
You forget for the moment they're just opponents
I never, ever, ever could reach that far
These shoulders never, ever did see those stars
With you I never really could get it right
So what's the point in thinking I could tonight?
These teeth they just could never sink deep enough
To make me pay attention or make me put up with you
Hop along there into tourist traps
Who digs out who?
Between the idle hands drowning in vermouth
I'm caught because I'm lost
'Cause I found out that I forgot
Where I was for a moment without you
Here's the catch, baby here's the catch
You gotta make through one last batch
You never got the chance
To decide between blood and blues
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Our Song
01:05
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I'm getting real tired of keeping myself straight and narrow
I gotta let you attract me, and distract me, and make it shallow
If yr also bored of being all broke and depressed
We could always switch that 'round to all broke and undressed
I think you'd say yes, I mean I'd say yes, ba da da, ba da da da da...
I'm only making jokes 'cause I'm in way over my head
I'd spend another eighteen weekends spending eighteen hours in yr bed
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Wet Lips
03:22
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I hopped along 'cause I had nothing to lose
You hopped along 'cause you had too much to choose
It's an industrial train and it's going off the rails
We get along 'cause I have nothing to prove
We get along 'cause I have nothing to prove
No crash dummy test is ever really bound to fail
Free markets ain't freedom
This ain't no Garden of Eden
There's always someone left
Who doesn't make it out alive
And I can't shake the feeling
It's all too late for repealing
Airy laughs and heavy sighs
Are the modern world's design
Despite how hard you fucking bite
I could be wrong but I just could be right too
I could be wrong but I just could be right too
A billion calcified hearts sterilely splitting into shale
No form stands up to nature's abuse
No form stands up to nature's abuse
When you learn my point of view
Yr gonna find a storm of hail
So focus on breathing
Focus on how even
If you burn like a cigarette
That doesn't mean
You need to touch wet lips
I was raised on believing
But grew up simply seeing
Everything you give today
Falls back on someone
Someone soft and sweet you haven't met
Idle hands drowning in vermouth
Idle hands drowning in vermouth
Idle hands drowning in vermouth
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5. |
Pink Collar Love
03:02
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We were under mistletoe
Mistletoe and tinsel
Trying to find a Christmas wish
With our sights set oh-so-low
Like back when things were simple
You only had to make yr man a list
Then you toss it all away
Bouquet toss sparks a fight
And yes, the rice, it looks so nice
But you've heard it isn't quite
Who knew?
Who knew that this white collar son
Was gonna turn out so undone?
We knew every calcic white hue
Back when things were new
Back when things were new
Who knew that this pink collar love
Was gonna swallow up the sun?
I turn into a pink-colored shrew
During the time I spend with you
Feels like I've been here before
Feels like settling some sick score
If we can make it back to blood and blues
You know there's nothing that I wouldn't do
You know there's nothing that I wouldn't do
You know there's nothing that I wouldn't do
If we can make it back to blood and blues
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6. |
Yr Eyes
02:46
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Is it to correct the course
This stab of suspecting force?
Or get the home off its supports
Must I project remorse?
Or truly bisect, divorce?
I'll stay inside the Trojan horse
Hell yeah, I'll make it a scandal
If you want it to be
I sit so well with silence
Yr gonna think I'm unreal
You'll learn I'm so learnt at lying
Prepare to covet these teeth
You never earned my curse, learned how
To keep tongues totally sheathed
Nothing else can hold its own candle
So why am I unwilling to choose?
When yr the first thing I've ever
Known that I'm unwilling to lose
Let's cheat if it means we're great at something
Difficult tasks all done right
'English Music' while I still have hearing
Yr eyes while I still have my sight
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Out With It
00:55
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Even In Dreams
03:16
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When it turns dark I am back from the dead
I don't miss nights, but days on end instead
When you are near, I mumble, even in dreams
So I'd rather be sleeping when I'm asleep
You are too tall in my mind's dreary twist
Looming, you lean for a threatening kiss
You are a god in my incomplete life
I am a fly, ten-thousand crying eyes
I don't feel yr shape
I only feel my size
I will not contain you
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'Cause I'm caught, 'cause I'm lost, 'cause I'm all messed up
Feels like I'm hang-hang-hanging with both feet on the floor
No back in that "back when I was poor"
Now I'm out of blood, now I'm out of luck
You keep me out of yr thoughts so keep yrself off my mind
I stay out of yr dreams so get the hell out of mine
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TV Photography
06:44
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When are you coming back
From wherever it is you go?
You know I don't have plans
I know that always shows
I know you're a busy butterfly
With your roommates and your friends
I just can't relate and I don't think
That that's gonna end
I met your boyfriend once
At that party thing for work
I stared down at my feet
And spilled a soft drink on my shirt
Pretended we didn't know
What I was hoping would happen there
We took some Vitamin R and stared
Into the television glare
When we're in those weekly meetings
It's like that stupid 'Office' show
Except the feeling isn't mutual
And there's no character growth
When you go on about your neighbor
I know exactly what you mean
And I really, really should not intrude
I'm no good with my hands or my teeth
I wanna go away
I wanna get lost
I want my own fucking TV show
Where I can do just what I want
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He can't keep away from the fragile and thin
Or anything else weak with his devilish grin
You'll know lust right when you need to, I'm sure
He's crushing the field mice with uncouth, impish fists
Even I threw my clipped
Hummingbird into the coalmine
Surely killing her, just for kicks
Rabbits run in fright but you'll trust in him
Can't trust much in me between the gin and chagrin
We have abandoned them, they all disbanded when
They saw the jackalopes thriving in sin
Just like how you
Are the brightest flame I've ever seen
And yr gonna burn everything
Yr gonna lead the flocks all astray
And set all the shepherds ablaze
You won't stop fascinating me
You show up in my dreams
Yr imposed in every movie I see
Suddenly I'm pressing down all of my keys
Yr the brightest flame I've ever seen
And yr gonna burn everything
Yr gonna lead the flocks all astray
And send all the foxes their way
Please stop fascinating me
I know I'm not in yr dreams
Yeah, you keep me easily off yr mind
So get the fucking hell out of mine
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12. |
Oceans
02:13
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(Idle hands drowning in vermouth)
I can't see it that way
I see flocks lead astray
(Idle hands drowning in vermouth)
It takes oceans of gins for me not to break
Yet the limerence stays, year three down to the day
(Idle hands drowning in vermouth)
Although I know deep down you'd have been a big mistake
So you tell Topolino when you see him
It's a shame that I, I never got to meet him
Knowing you, you'll probably make him thirty-six
That's the day magical mice turn into men
The metaphor fits perfect, don't it honey?
How they pulled all yr teeth and filled the holes with money
That pretty smile must have come, then, with some pain
Got washed away by all the friendships and cocaine
But my oceans never wash away the shame
My oceans never wash away the shame
My oceans never wash away the shame
My oceans never wash away the shame
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Yr Open Kitchen Window Fort Collins, Colorado
Songwriter P. Robert Lee and bassist/producer Lyric Quinn collaborate with increasing levels of seriousness to create everything from "songs" to songs.
Contact them at yokwindow@gmail.com
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