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Easy/Hard
03:50
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Easier to tell a bunch of strangers how you turned me down easy...
Easier to look a lion in the mouth.
Strawberry silhouettes on all my nerve endings.
I guess I'll never get another chance to love you now.
Easier to catch my fall writing fantastical scripture,
even though I have been broken-hearted too many times to count.
Gotta sweat the fever, huff the terror, take a step and jump the tower.
It's a process...I'd rather do without.
And they say, “Better the devil you know", but I don't know...
I much rather the devil I don't.
We used to stay up all night and talk for hours.
What to do when you’re all alone?
You got me waitin' by the telephone.
You got me waitin' by the telephone.
Harder to admit the truth than quit the piss-poor attitude
Harder to redact what I sent out.
And so I ask you to forget what I said, burn the envelope instead, but secretly -
I hope you don’t!
And they say, “Better the devil you know", but I don't know...
I much rather the devil I don't.
We used to stay up all night and talk for hours.
What to do when you’re all alone?
You got me waitin' by the telephone.
You got me waitin' by the telephone.
Another night we spend asleep in different beds.
I put my records on. can’t stop thinking about what you said, and -
I wanted you from the start, but all I got left is this broken heart singing:
"Better the devil you know!" Well, I didn't know...
Still much rather that devil I don’t...
We used to say up all night and talk for hours.
But what's the use? I'm all alone!
You got me waitin' by the telephone.
You got me waitin' by the telephone.
You got me waitin' by the telephone!
She's got me waitin' by the phone…
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2. |
Line Drive
02:40
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Sunshine hittin' like a line drive.
Navigatin', so tired, running home to you.
Seems so automatic,
Heart gets acrobatic feelin' so in love with you.
Sunshine hittin' like a line drive.
Navigatin', so tired, running home to you.
Seems so automatic,
Heart gets acrobatic feelin' so in love with you.
I've crossed the Essex County line a thousand times.
But all I want's that summer feeling, your hand holding mine…
Checkin' rearview mirror, couldn’t see it clearer.
The syncopation of my heart is beating right along to all your favorite songs.
I'm singing every note for you!
And as I'm changing lanes I wanna say
just how much i love you, baby! You're my saving grace.
You got me higher than the mountain peaks,
Won’t rediscover sleep until I'm at your doorstep -
'Til I'll kiss your lips until I've found my feet are off the ground, my head swirlin' around.
Hey, and this is my philosophy: As long as you'll have me and let me hang around,
I will be the best that I can be, love ya for eternity
for as long as you'll have me.
Oh yes, for as long as you'll have me.
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Making a Mess
03:38
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Crawling in the attic space I heard you call below,
“Don’t make me say your middle name, come on it’s time to go”.
Where every single ride home I wore headphones over ears
blocking out your lectures that I hated, couldn’t stand it.
I remember that time…Daydreaming even at night.
Every breath was a fight.
I was getting into trouble, I was out of my mind. Back then I -
Couldn’t stop making a mess of my life (you turn to go)
I couldn’t stop making a mess of my life. You told me so.
Oooh.
We were raising hell on weekend time, scared of being all alone
to take a chance at roulette, bottle, smokescreen just to crawl back home!
…Which brings me back to -
You and me messin’ around - Oh my god, we were so stoned
driving down the Parkway; Something stupid, didn’t understand it...
Hard to remember that time when I was Dionysus at night.
Every breath was a lie.
and I was getting into trouble, I was out of my mind! Back then I -
Couldn’t stop making a mess of my life (you turn to go)
I couldn’t stop making a mess of my life. You told me so.
Oooh.
The vomit, the promise…
The list in my head of my loves, you were on it!
...you were on it.
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Aimee, I
01:44
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Aimee, I never asked why there were diamonds in your eyes as we walked riverbanks and mountains.
You say now’s too late to try, but I will change your mind.
I will carry it all in my ocean.
What does that sound like when I sing words so sweet to you?
What does that sound like coming from me?
Well, I had a dream you were singing to me and it was beautiful just like you.
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Northbound
05:44
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I wanted you to know I was hugging the left lane on 17 speeding, screaming out a broken heart.
This is my getaway theme song, baby. Home again…
Feels like snow again.
I wanted you to hear this Bergen County eulogy I wrote,
'cause who were were then we are now dead to.
Though I understand the pieces of the past are jigsawed, mosaic squares pasted permanently there.
5, 4, 3, 2,1 headlights go out.
I say a prayer to the speedometer.
Pushing 80 now. Pedal under foot, I’m pressin’ Northbound.
I’m headed Northbound, yeah!
Oooh...
10 and 2 and numb with a tab of vitriolic on my tongue,
'cause it gets darkest before illumination.
And so as I drive through the desolation of the blue-black night I inch my way into daylight.
5, 4, 3, 2,1 headlights go out.
I say a prayer to the speedometer.
Pushing 80 now. Pedal under foot, I’m pressin’ Northbound.
I’m headed Northbound, yeah!
Oooh...
Oooh...
Settle down on the ground you rediscovered....
You’re not the only one (I know) to internalize.
But when I see the pictures on the screen, when I watch the movie, that’s not me!
There’s someone else living in that shell…
You know I’ve had my fill of false alarms, side-stepping any open arms because how can I…?
5, 4, 3, 2,1 headlights go out.
You better pray to the speedometer!
Pushing 80 now. Pedal to the floor, I’m pressin’ Northbound.
I’m headed Northbound, yeah!
Oooh...
Oooh...
Northbound!
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