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New Job
03:48
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We need to take it back in time
I cannot be the voice
You hear when you’re not listening
The summer I was nineteen
We jumped in your car
And drove it out to Ashland city
You’ve got a new job and it’s important
You’ve got responsibilities that you can’t ignore
You’ve got the world coming down on your shoulders
You’ve got a new job
You’ve got a new job
Why can’t we just go to the mall
And get our old jobs back
And work across the hall from each other again
Get off at six o’clock
Jump into your car
And drive till old hickory boulevard ends
You’ve got a new job and it’s important
You’ve got responsibilities that you can’t ignore
You’ve got the world coming down on your shoulders
You’ve got a new job
You’ve got a new job
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(Good morning New York! You know what? I'm not gonna go to work tomorrow. It's like two hours, and it pays like eighty bucks. I'm so tired. Delusional.)
This is a construction site
We should be gettin handsy in the dump truck bed
When we lost John you held my head
And I stared at the wall
I am 21 I should be
Outside crying cause I crashed my car
Playing soccer in my boyfriend’s yard
Ooh I should be at my house
I should be at my house right now
If I saw you bleeding out I’d
Count the hours till the sheets turn red
Nothing’s wrong until I prove you’re dead
And I don’t wanna try
You left dog ears in my copy
Of the Greek anthology babe
I was blacked out but it’s okay
Oh I should be at my house
I should be at my house right now
I am 21 I can’t die
Chattanooga, rock city
Dogwoods blooming down the street
Ooh I should be at my house
I should be at my house right now
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3. |
violets
03:02
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Satellite
I never ate a bite
the whiskey stole my appetite
and I will never be as nice as you
no I will never be as nice as you
you're up doin' dishes in the dark
I fall asleep when the rain really starts
I'm sleeping when the tree comes through the roof
no I will never be as nice as you
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4. |
Golden Spoon
04:04
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When I get to your house you’re on Saturn
You’ve already decided to escape
One soft boiled egg and a glass of fernet
In your yard half in the sun half in the shade
Your face looks like a black and white cookie
When the light cuts you right down the middle of your nose
I know how it feels to be half of something
And half of something else that you’re not even sure you know
Golden spoon
Sitting in your hand
I never watch while you
disappear, I understand
How it feels to be right where you belong
The buildings and the trees are there
But your eyes are gone
Lying on the floor with you reminds me of when
Your father drove us down to the lake
The wood is full of holes like the one in his boat
You’re too high like the dock in the rain
Your eyes roll back like your mind started running
And I’m not even drunk enough to meet you partway
They say that love is a symptom of something
And we love all we can until that thing goes away
Golden spoon
Sitting in your hand
I never watch while you
disappear, I understand
How it feels to be right where you belong
The buildings and the trees are there
But your eyes are gone
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5. |
cooking with sarah
02:14
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How was I supposed to know
That you thought you would always know me?
When I told you that I switched from whiskey to gin
You looked at me like I had fifty eyes
You told me that your dog had died on thanksgiving
The year I did you in
Sorry if I’ve changed
I just couldn’t stay the same
As when my world revolved around
Running away from you
And if it don’t come back
Well at least we’ve seen the past
And we know all the things our hearts can do
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6. |
Pillow Street
05:11
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The frost on the window freezes
My hands on the short ride home
From the legion dancehall
If I blew you to pieces
You’d probably tell our friends it’s not my fault
And pillow street’s all empty houses
Not one is worth its weight in barren ground
Driving you to work I wanna burn them
Before anyone can tear yours down
The oak tree in your yard looks like I did
I used to run around on gravel roads
With no shoes
With brown skin poison oak and violets
Staining all my clothes blue
pillow street sleeps with the horses
I don’t wanna get that old
And go rotten like fruit
Left alone on your window
Above the kitchen sink while you’re locked inside your room
Rain falls over Chicago
Sometimes when I think of Pilsen now
I wish I’d just died back then
If I knew what would happen
When I fell in love with Nashville again
I’d stay away from the Harpeth
Instead of sitting on the riverbank for hours
Just watching you fish
If I’d known how my heart is
And how my head goes numb when time holds a gun to it
pillow street plays the piano
A song that my mother used to sing
But it sounds brand new
It buries her with a backhoe
she’s a fossil from when Tennessee was blue
and pillow street’s all empty houses
You and I walk downhill in the cold
Your eyes open up like flowers
You look like you’ve never seen snow
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spinnerbait
02:47
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Tell me that it’s history guns in both my hands
Hiding in the hickory trees beside the dam
I can’t name a place that I wouldn’t feel alone with you
Teachers in my high school knew that I was lying when I snuck away to bike across the city
I was always kind of a liar but you knew
I lie to you
When you tell me that you love her but you haven’t said anything
I say go ahead
You and me
Will always be together if only in the way that we break and rip and rend
Tell me that it’s over the body’s in the lake
Details of the murder written on your face
Lookin for a place where I can get lunch with you
I was setting fires long before we met
Teachers in my high school never should’ve let
Me get away with things nobody should do
I lie to you
When you tell me that you love her but you haven’t said anything
I say go ahead
You and me
Will always be together if only in the way that we break and rip and rend
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8. |
Signal Ridge
06:10
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head down on the dark ground
dark green like a storm cloud
sometimes it hurts so bad
but you are my favorite dream I've had
I walk to signal ridge
I fall right off a cliff
I notice the signs
but by then I'm out of time
and you don't even see
and you don't even see
(Looking for a person in the hospital can be a bit tricky. Maybe they don't need help. Are you there? There are several things that you wanna make sure that you do. So you need to figure out, are they really sick? Maybe they don't need help. If they went for a surgery, if they're in an emergency, or or getting into a car accident. A headache, or an earache, or something that you can't really see. Things happen and we all get sick. Maybe they don't need help. As soon as you know you are not going to make it, apologize for the fact that you are not going to make it. Maybe they don't need help. Maybe they don't need help. Maybe they don't need help. Let them know how much you wanted to be there. Maybe they don't need help. Maybe they don't need help. Maybe they don't need help. Are you there? Hello?)
you drop me like butter
you flee like a white tailed deer
hands down in the cold grass
and you are my favorite dream I've had
you are my favorite dream I've had
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9. |
quonset hut
04:54
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You won’t recognize me when I’m not who you learned to like
I’ll be raising the steel arches on a better kind of life
Where no one wants to hear me sing
Nobody wants anything from me at all
You won’t have directions to my house
I’ll be hidden on the harpeth like a bass mouth
And you won’t ever bury me
I’ll send my body out to sea on a burnin boat
Tragedy is grown like trees
It comes from underground
Miracles can happen when
There’s nobody around
I don’t have the answer to your question
I’ve been pouring concrete out for the foundation
So the riverbank don’t swallow me
And nobody can hear me scream that I was wrong
It really doesn’t matter if I love you
It really doesn’t matter if I need you
I know what we know how to do
Hold each other’s strings like thousand ton balloons
Tragedy is grown like trees
It comes from underground
Miracles can happen when
There’s nobody around
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Bats Nashville, Tennessee
Bats is a band from Nashville, TN. Songs are by Jess Awh, a writer and carpenter who loves oatmeal and other such gruels
pumpkinmaster999@gmail.com
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