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Respite
04:28
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I came here for a reason, to be one of your kind, but now I can't get a kiss or even a lick of respite but I guess I'm here, so I'll take your fear. You could run up my tab but I would have the last laugh.
Hardwood tops collecting dust. Bar stools flipped around. You fell asleep on the table, I laid you down on the floor. Sink into me without a second guess, those quick sand eyes.
Life is good, when you've got no place to go. Spinning lies and telling secrets I'll never know. It's easy to get caught in your web, like so many stiffs before. I've sat back watching your game, you're much too tired to keep this up and you don't want to go to bed all alone. Time and again, you'll spread yourself thin. Like an old glass pane in the cold. In the end I'll be the one that takes you home. Desert mouths whisper slow. Tomorrow is an after thought. Honey please take me home.
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What you Need
04:23
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Why don't we spend some time? Talk about what's on our minds. Shirt clinged skin, in your head again. Not shy like before. I'll make the bed, I'll lock the doors, we'll drink red wine and sleep on the floor. You won't feel so lonesome anymore.
We could never open our eyes, cause we never left the dream. So we'll take what we've learned and split it at the seams. You're the one who remembers, don't just put this on me. If you've got the time, I know what you need.
Quite dinners, uneasy nights. Static from the living room fills the space to remind. Leaves us tender, leaves me liable. Like nurturing a bruise. Subtle thoughts of someone else, the girl i met at school. Not much time to stop and think, locked in this apartment here with you.
I can't move on, I feel confined. Being candid isn't getting through. What the hell is more than love? Where do you touch when you can't get close enough? Well, that's all out the door.
We could never open our eyes, cause we never left the dream. So we'll take what we've learned and split it at the seams. You're the one who remembers, don't just put this on me. If you've got the time, I know what you need.
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Ecdysis
03:34
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I've learned to shed my skin but the thought of what once was wins. If i had time to get used to the change, I would not always feel the same.
I've been fighting with the living and the dead. Parts of me belong to each but neither own my head. I can feel for my self but I can't think enough to know if you can't be physical you can still learn to grow and exceed what you know.
Who am I trying to please? The man in the sky or the man on the screen. I need to take what is primitive and rebuild from what I've lived. So I concern myself with one foot before the other, slither through the brush where the trees never fall. Once in awhile I find myself in situations that lack control.
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Good Lookin Kid
03:56
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Good lookin kid, you ruined the reputation you wanted. They made you a dime of the dozen. You looked to things like cryin and fuckin.
Good lookin kid, who you are isn't six feet from where you started today. You've got your ear to the ground but that doesn't make you closer.
Start livin kid, you wanna be still and build but the world keeps spinning around. You're a sucker for a broken smile, cause you're a quiet talker, still born mire, tongue tied reading your French letters.
Start livin kid, if only you could read my lips you'd know that I didn't say shit. I'm looking for a voice that I once heard. If it doesn't stay it can't be learned. How many times can you wake up in a strangers bed, with a heavy heart and tired hands? Hopeful eyes can't rest on a tired head.
Get it together kid, you bit the hand that fed. Preparation is daunting, it's more fun to tell your friends. You've got burns on your shirt, dead ends in your head, find another muse and start again.
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Tess
03:30
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I watched you dance from far away. I took a step or two myself. First the tread, then the fall. Moving flat to the cadence of your voice, memories rot away like lilies in the cold. It feels like I'm seeing a stranger in the park, cause I don't think of you at all. Firefly’s in the pale of the moon, catching everyone’s attention but their own. I wouldn't pitch the soil if I hadn’t known that you would rise from below.
Different people live in the same little house, like rats share the alleyways. We may stay clear of the toll but we all use the interstate.
Justice is done, the sport is through. Blood as pure as a servant’s flume. Finding solace in substance, never ending give and take. Transgressions from the worlds weight. Falling in love with love that won't be made. I've made something of myself, you're still painting the same page.
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Bourbon Pit
04:00
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I don't wanna be so scared but if it's monetary it's not fair. I can think twice but I can't look ahead, when I'm wondering where I've been. I have the voice, now where's the words. Sleep under the bridge and hear the rain, baby it's free. The road is flooded so we'll stay, I can't keep a flame but we've got a bourbon pit.
I have the chords now what will I do? No one thinks of me but you. Honey, I'm yours. I'm afraid what keeps me going only holds me back but every once in awhile, I forget to be tact.
The good times are going somewhere, I've been waiting on them to start. Wasting time on drinking wine, in the back seat of your car. We've been on our way for quite some time. Let's get sick on the clock, I'll take the afternoon off. I'm afraid what keeps me going only holds me back.
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Cadillac Depression
05:15
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They think her opinions are tired and trite. She goes to bed early, throws my friends out at night. Her body is something else, smiles are all lies but I follow her around half of the time. Run the bath and slink away, dip down low below her feet. Trumpet sounds and tired beats, throwing plates at cupboard doors. Baby, why don't you just go away? I'm in my wrinkled shirt and dirty socks but that's the price of sleeping in and hearing what I want to hear. Kitchen crawls and headboard knocks all night. People, don't you understand how much better it will be? Everyone in this country is in debt for nothing but sweetheart we've got it figured out. Bring me my coffee in bed, wearing nothing but my shirt. I don't want to hear that from your mouth. You're bored and you've got those tired eyes. Take my information and leave, you don't know me and no one ever did. You're a slut, lets have a kid. Markets crash and groceries rot but we can always go back to the drive in, eat ice cream cones and visit your mom. Lovers aren’t meant to get along.
Snake bite venom, Cadillac depression. Worn out feeling and dime store erections. Same last name, loss of affection correlate. I guess I was a frantic night astray. Ate up with desire in the worst way. Like the bums don't eat too much, but darling I've been starved for quite some time, for a little fun and quiet talk.
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Van Oss Dayton, Ohio
Van Oss is Alex Grace and Josh Compaleo.
Thanks so much to Aaron Retter for the album art, Erin Sherrets for the photography, and Taylor Gilbertie for the mastering work.
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