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Paradox
03:13
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You called me underrated
Said you could look at me forever
I believed in you, somehow
Only time would tell
How long we could be together
My threshold’s so much smaller now
And of course, I want to be loved
And I’m not a fan of giving up
I just need convincing
A paradox, a woman of stone
To want to be loved and left alone
I am blindingly cold and numb
I am too hot for my tongue
A young doll of twenty-five
You said I got years to live my life,
Play the field, or settle down
Keep consideration,
What I do with time is mine
I could squander it all just to let you down
Each day I wonder why I live here anymore
Each day I wonder what I’m working toward
I just need convincing
A paradox, a woman of stone
To want to be loved and left alone
I am blindingly cold and numb
I am too hot for my tongue
I felt suffocated so
I went back to Alabama
God is laughing at me now
Green fields and blue skies
I could be alone forever
Sweet evil, I’ll make you a vow
And I just don’t sleep much at all, these days
It’s like I’m waiting up to hear someone say,
“The truth doesn’t need convincing.”
A paradox, a woman of stone
To want to be loved and left alone
I am blindingly cold and numb
I am too hot for my tongue
A paradox, a woman of stone
To want to be loved and left alone
I am blindingly cold and numb
I am too hot for my tongue
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2. |
Dogs
03:51
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“You say young women are dangerous
To you
Six years later, now
I’m the one with commitment issues
You’ll come around
Or you won’t
And I hope you don’t
We sat on the floor talking
All night
Said he liked my voice, he liked my songs,
He liked my mind
But I wish that I could say the same for you
I don’t know if there was much else I could do
For you
Are the dogs now
Smarter than me?
Are you just returning
To your sloppy seconds?
I’ll bear witness
Are the dogs now
Smarter than me?
Are you just returning
To your sloppy seconds?
I’ll bear witness
Are the dogs now smarter than me?”
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3. |
Better Off Alone
03:19
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“I could figure you out
Before you’d think to say
“Hey baby, look away”
I’ve been spending my time
At home by myself
It’s not as sad as it may sound
No romance, no social
I’ve caused enough trouble
I think I’ll stay home
I’m better off alone
I don’t want to talk to you
I’m scared you’ll make me cry
But everything’s coming up purple
In my hair
Red-violet
No romance, no social
I’ve caused enough trouble
I think I’ll stay home
I can’t hurt anyone alone
I think about you when you’re not around
You walk by making faces
Grab my hands when you say, “goodbye.”
Don’t think that I don’t see it
No romance, no social
I’ve caused enough trouble
I think I’ll stay home
I’m better off alone
I think I’ll stay home
I’m better off alone
No romance, no social
I’ve caused enough trouble
I think I’ll stay home
I’m better off alone”
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4. |
Plagiarist’s Blues
03:49
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Strip me down to my mother:
I am blind
Tell on me to my father
Like a child
Now that it’s all over
Let the dogs run wild
Recollection’s just another
Cruel device
I don’t want to write my own songs
I want to sing everybody else’s
Yet there’s no one
Who feels quite the way I do
Loving is a hard game,
But don’t we love to put ourselves through pain
No one feels quite the way I do
I have lost and loved and lost again
By now I’d count a forfeit a win
I was feeling half alive half the time
Thinking love was just a has-been
And they told me not to trust
What the devil sold me
But that deal was too sweet
Now I got a love
He’s a keeper, he’s a Carolina Reaper
I am the misery of defeat
I don’t want to write my own songs
I want to sing everybody else’s
Yet there’s no one
Who feels quite the way I do
Loving is a hard game,
But don’t we love to put ourselves through pain
No one feels quite the way I do
Loving is a hard game,
But don’t we love to put ourselves through pain
No one feels quite the way I do
No one feels quite the way I do
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5. |
I Am the Prophet
03:34
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“Thanks for all your patience”
You mean leaving me in the dark?
You weren’t busy, you were sleeping on my heart
What’s a month for trying?
I’ve been there a million times
What’s for baby crying?
I’ve been her a million times
I am the prophet turning water into wine
And if all that came from my lips
was spoken with contempt,
How could we ever become such good friends?
I could see you asking for help;
I could see me saying that I haven’t got the time
You’ll call me over when you want
water turned to wine
I’m just a woman - not your holy, heroin muse
No fame, no money, no beauty could save you
I don’t think there’s a savior in man;
Not even in god
People always will what they want to
Don’t be fooled - it’s water; it’s not wine
But if I could will what I wanted,
I’d take back my time
I am the prophet turning water into wine
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6. |
Intro To Loss
00:44
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7. |
No Home
03:39
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Who were you to leave me?
Who were you to go?
Who were you to tell me you loved me?
How was I to know?
In June, you’d see me
And be amused
In July, you’d leave me
And I’d feel abused
I was good to you, baby
Oh, I was the best
Four more years, or maybe-
No, there’s nothing left
Nothing to write home about
There’s no home to write to, at all
My kingdom fell apart,
And you just watched it fall
Wolves will never be
My masters, again
Men will never be
My owners, again
I’ve been reborn
I’ve got a new skin
I’m no longer a slave to all of your
Patriarchal sins
I’m so glad you left me
Oh, I’m so relieved your gone
Now that you detest me
It’s more clear where I went wrong
With you
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8. |
Misandrist to Most
02:55
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If I waited
Hand and foot
On any man,
I’d never get anywhere
So I guess it’s
For the best that
I do everything myself
I’ll be my own best man
I’ll be my own best man
Often restless
And feeling ignored
Feigning directionless
And existentially bored
I’ll be my own savior
I’ll be my own best man
I’ll be my own savior
I’ll be my own best man
I’ll be my own savior
I’ll be my own best man
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9. |
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Let’s go dine at Chez Nous
I can meet your mom and dad
I can go all night
Pretending I’ve got a rich past
We can laugh and drink
And have us a good time
And forget all about
The other ninety-nine
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who can’t sit still
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who like drunk thrills
The lifeless girls and all the things that daddy can buy
But you couldn’t pay a good woman to stay by your side
You’re just another song
To drive through the desert to
I’m talking Marfa,
It’s high noon
Or maybe Alpine,
A quarter after three
I’ll mean more to you
Than you’ll ever mean to me
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who can’t sit still
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who like drunk thrills
The lifeless girls and all the things that daddy can buy
But you couldn’t pay a good woman to stay by your side
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who can’t sit still
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who like drunk thrills
The lifeless girls and all the things that daddy can buy
But you couldn’t pay a good woman to stay by your side
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10. |
Drink Your Sorrows
03:28
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Go on and drink your sorrows
In the morning, I’ll be here
Love like this is often ignored or sorely missed
Love like this is often ignored or sorely missed
And in the wake of morrow
I’ll be at your bed side
Every tear that you’ve cried in a bottle
Every tear that you’ve cried in a bottle
Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way that I do
Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way that I do
There’s no need to beg, steal, borrow
I’ve got all you need right here
Love like this is often ignored or sorely missed
Love like this is often ignored or sorely missed
Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way that I do
Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way that I do
Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way that I do
Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way that I do
So go on and drink your sorrows
In the morning, I’ll be here
Love like this is often ignored or sorely missed
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11. |
Left-Handed Lover
04:15
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The day is dead
Push the sun off to the side
I miss your hands
Resting over mine
Hold me while I cry
Sing to me, “You Can Close Your Eyes”
And time keeps on
Slipping, slipping, slipping
Into the future
Heal my head
Or give me some more time
If love is dead
I take back all my rights
Hold me while I cry
Sing to me, “You Can Close Your Eyes”
There’s so many
Different directions
I could come from
Hold me while I cry
Sing to me, “You Can Close Your Eyes”
Left-handed lover, I’m getting older.
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