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In the August
05:30
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We saw an opening in the ocean
As it closed we dove in
The mouths of people hanging open
We made our choice when we were chosen
In the August of the homeworld
I'm your pilot I'm your homegirl, look around
The night, a dusty pink enfolding
Our little hearts, our breath still holding
A little longer, a softer morning
We never drowned while we were burning
In the twilight of the moment
I'm your sweetheart I'm your soldier, carry on
Hosanna, Hosanna,
Oh God I only wanna be with you
But there's a million other people in my room
With the floodgates spilling over
I am steadfast I'm your lover, how are you?
If this is the ending,
There's a joy that lies pretending in our hearts
Your body is a furnace radiating
Through my cold anemic parts
Fire above, and the oceans to soothe
All the stars falling down round a sanguine red moon
My love, my love, I have nothing to prove
Just a body to lose and a temple for you
We saw an opening in the ocean
The parted sea already closing
The eyes of watchers watching hopeless
We made our choice when we were chosen
In the August of the homeworld
I'm your pilot I'm your homegirl
I'm your sweetheart I'm your soldier
I'm the whole world on your shoulder
I'm your lifeline, I'm your anchor
I am joy and I am anger
I am hopeful, I am rising,
I'm salvation, I am trying
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2. |
Mad Men
04:15
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He said, "If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die in Manhattan
"With a good view of the city and a rooftop to jump from
"And when I jump from the rooftop, I want an angel to catch me
"And the beauty of his fingertips will burn away my skin."
And when the guy from Manhattan hands me a thick manilla envelope
I wanna take it home and lock it in my desk
So one day when I'm day drunk and chain-smoking at the office
You can break the lock open and discover who I am.
Three men go to war, what do you do with the fallout?
All these pictures I've been sending are gonna tear us both apart.
Dim halo in the kitchen, empty bottles on the counter
Two figures in the stairwell and a glass for the realtor
When you move across the country, you know this'll be the last time
And when you pull me closer towards you, you know this'll be the last time
And when the guy from Mad Men says, "I thought about what you told me."
And the guy from Manhattan says, "I'm happy to hear it."
I could've swore you said to me,
"Then I thought about you."
"And your deep, deep lack of character."
"Yeah, your deep, deep lack of character."
Three men go to war, what do you do when it's over?
Send another one to the moon before you orchestrate surrender
Cuz when I die in Manhattan, they're gonna pull me from the office
Mets pennant in the background, and the camera in focus
credits
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3. |
Fireworks
04:32
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I took off my dress when my boyfriend asked
At the liquor store, I saw a halo in the cashier's eye
This year
I was in love
On the fourth of July
This year (this year)
I was in love (I was in love)
On the fourth of July
And it's alright, it's alright
When we get there, we can talk it over
It's alright, it's alright
When we get there, we can talk it over
On the trolley, in the backseat
No one else on the 13
After the grand finale, the couples and the families
Had nowhere else to be
This year
I was in love
On the fourth of July
This year (this year)
I was in love (I was in love)
On the fourth of July
And it's alright, it's alright
When we get there, we can talk it over
It's alright, it's alright
When we get there, we can talk it over
This year
I was in love
On the fourth of July
This year (this year)
I was in love (I was in love)
On the fourth of July
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4. |
Concrete Angel
04:51
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I keep a concrete angel in my backseat
On the Jersey Turnpike it keeps me company
When I'm driving fast I kiss its forehead
My angel's tender and its power's enormous
And I know, I know
But it's hard to go it alone
Six hundred thousand miles from your place to mine
Concrete's colder than the blacktop in springtime
You're smoking menthols I want to split open
My angel catches me and its wing's broken
And I know, I know
But it's hard to go it alone
They call me what they want to, grit teeth, big smile
You call me angel, baby, darling, sunshine
I love my concrete angel in my front seat
When I'm driving home I know it loves me
Aaaah x 8
Be my, be my, be my
4-door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
4-door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
4-door dashboard dream ride
Be my, be my, be my
4-door dashboard dream ride
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5. |
Half Right
04:04
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If you're gonna keep me waiting
Waiting on the edge of my seat
One of these days I'm bound to knock the table over
And if you're gonna keep me hanging
Hanging off every word you say, well
One of these days I'm gonna cut myself down
And walk away as fast as I can
Walk away as fast as I can
Cuz I know as sure as hell you understand it
And it's hard enough to say it
It gets you every time
I don't think I want to
If one of us is gonna be half right
And if one of us is gonna be half right
Then both of us are gonna be wrong
Maybe we could leave it alone
Summer in the open city
Everybody thinks they can drive
Pulled over at the stop sign
Tail light, left side
And if you're gonna keep me waiting
Sweating on your leather seat
I'm gonna cut you off cold
And jump into the Wissahickon
And swim away as fast as I can,
To the ocean as fast as I can
Cuz I know as sure as hell you'd understand it
And it's hard enough to say it
It gets you every time
I don't think I want to
If one of us is gonna be half right
And if one of us is gonna be half right
Then both of us are gonna be wrong
Maybe we should leave it alone
Maybe we should leave it alone
Maybe we should leave it alone
(I don't think I want to)
Maybe we should leave it alone
Maybe we should leave it alone
(I don't think I want to)
Maybe we should leave it alone
Maybe we should leave it alone
(I don't think I want to)
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6. |
Autolullabye
03:16
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All along the shore
The boats are all gently moored
To bob in the coming storm
And carry their cargo on
How many times
We've buried ourselves alive
We're struggled and we've survived
And find inside
Some hunger comes
No cortisol can quiet
In deep heart of night
Imagine the perfect light
Imagine the perfect time
To live as we both would like
My hair ribbons tied
To hold the strands aside
And keep out of my eyes
A piece of me
The self I see
Is there when I'm not watching
For love is tall
And sees so far
I love you as you go on
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Lisa Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
4-piece rock band in Philly
Instagram: @lisatheband
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