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Don’t you think I’m funny anymore?
I haven’t seen you smile for a while
What do you see now that you didn’t before?
Loved to share your silence when it wasn’t so heavy
You tell me that you’re tired all the time
I can drown my love in wine but I can’t make it drink
The tears that come pouring out of your eyes
Well, I don’t wanna lie to you
So I’ll try not to speak
But hell’s gonna come for those who love
And quietly leave
Oh, don’t you think I’m funny anymore?
I haven’t seen you smile for a while
You tell me nothing’s wrong
But ain’t funny how time wears out the surprise
Of the feeling when time bends and two share a mind?
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“My love” she said, “Can we go on a trip before we’re old?”
I told her true: “I’ll follow you to any place you go”
And when I stood to pack my stuff, she sat my ass back down
She said I was hers and she was mine forever, starting now
Then she took two tabs out of her bag and put them in our mouths
“Are we here, or did we disappear?” she said to me
“We’re fine” was my reply, though I could hardly see
When through the ceiling’s eye I saw us tangled on the ground
Our dreams all intertwined with lies we’d told and lies we’d found
She told me: “Honey, all is one”
My blood ran cold with doubt
Cause it’s not easy tripping with the one you love
When every little feeling that you feel
Is half as real, but twice as real
And every word you say just goes away
“Do you see the way the walls can breathe?” she might have said
I might have told her “yes”, I might have thought “fuck no” instead
Until indeed I watched the walls inhale and slowly fill
And though outside the seasons seemed to change, the clocks were still
We laughed until we cried our eyes out
Clean over the hill
Now, when at last the visions passed I noticed something strange
Though we were more-or-less young as before, our love had aged
No longer was my every word to her a song
No longer did her gaze erase my every flaw
I couldn’t say what happened, only that the trip was long
Cause it’s not easy tripping with the one you love
When every little feeling that you feel
Is half as real, but twice as real
And every word you say just goes away
No, it’s not easy tripping with the one you love
And every little feeling that you feel
Is half as real, but twice as real
And every word you say just goes away
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Less Young but as Dumb
04:00
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If you could see me now
Through some kind of telepathic tube
Just for a moment as I sit here in my room
Could you see that I haven’t learned a thing?
That I’m less young but as dumb as the day that you left me?
Aw, do you receive me?
A signal, an outline, the shape of my head?
The glow of the screen that’s been warming my bed?
The picture may scramble the truth that I hide
That I’m less young but as dumb as the day that you left me
Well, I’ve got myself some new duds
And I’ve made myself some rules
But don’t let that deceive you, baby
I’m still the same old fool you knew
Cause I can see you now
Though I’m not sure I can handle the sight
The arms of a stranger, the light in your eyes
That’s making me wonder if I’m on your mind
See?
I’m less young but as dumb as the day that you left me
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When all our fighting’s done, you know I’ll always be someone who you can call
When you’re feeling truly fuckin’ weird and alone
Compartmentalizing should be easy now that you’re gone
I’ll put to use the giant tupperwares you couldn’t fit into your zipcar
Say a sweet goodbye to this last second or two
Lean on into the Ending of Our Big Journey Blues
You’ll never put your finger on exactly what’s wrong
It doesn’t keep the time from moving along
Sure as computers can fake love
And born-to-haters can make love
This wide highway survives us when we’re gone
So save your time and spend it well
Leaving freaks me more than any lyrics could tell
I’ll see you someday in that special corner of hell
Where people learn to live alone
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Dying on the Wrong Bus
02:13
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I’ve grown a pair and ripped a new one
As fucked as it was un-fun
Nights were long
Shit not the minutes gifted to us
We’re dying on the wrong bus
Dying strong
I thought that I could make a good pope
Got harping on that brown-note
Now I can smell that clearly I was wrong :(
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Glass House
04:01
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No one had loved me with an email
Until I read the one you wrote about a hundred years ago
It blew my fingers off the keyboard
It blew the buttons off my clothes
Time out of touch can heal a headwound
Time leaves us loners, one and all
I grew a beard a mile long trying to sort out what to say
Until the love had gone away
So weird to feel it when I don’t know if someone’s on the other side
Like how you can’t see out of a glass house with all of the lights on in the night
And how you won’t know the moment that you’re gonna die until it’s time
Don’t know if someone’s on the other side
A long-ass time since all the emails stopped
They still glow somewhere on my drive
I wonder: are you still alive?
I open one
I kiss the ground
I thank the lord
They read so much less sweetly than before
Just when I thought I’d mastered loneliness
I get a midnight text from you
Can someone tell me what to do?
I can’t ignore it, can’t reply
My eyes have adjusted to the light
I wanna write you but I don’t know if someone’s on the other side
Like how you can’t see out of a glass house with all of the lights on in the night
And how you won’t know the moment that you’re gonna die until it’s time
Don’t know if someone’s on the other side
Don’t know if someone’s on the other side
Whoa, no you can’t
Can’t see out of a glass house with all of the lights on in the night
And how you won’t know the moment that you’re gonna die until it’s time
Can’t see out of a glass house in the night
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Elbow
03:57
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Well, I barfed on my dress
Now I’m barfing in the bathroom
She sighs as she holds back my hair:
“You’re a boy in a man-suit
How on earth do I love you?
And how can I leave you like this?”
Lord, give an elbow to my heart!
Sounds strange, but I need one tonight
So it don’t break on the corners of this rigid love
I’m too fuckin’ wasted to fight
She puts a kiss on my forehead
And walks over to the doorway
I sigh; she’s seen my true face
I’m no lover
I’m no artist
Just a drunk-man in a sundress
On the floor, in a toilet’s embrace
Lord, give an elbow to my heart!
Sounds strange, but I need one tonight
So it don’t break on the corners of this rigid love
I’m too fuckin’ wasted to fight
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Laptop
04:36
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My laptop glows like the moon
It’s the only light in this shit-hole of a room
It’s burning my eyes
It’s burning my thighs
And I don’t think I’ll ever shut it down
Don’t leave me alone!
Don’t turn off the show!
Cause I don’t know if I’ll survive the silence
How long has it been?
(I’ll pretend I know what day it is)
My laptop, it eases the time
Between all the moments that make up real life
The food in my bed
The jars full of piss
I never meant for you to see my like this
But now that you’re here
It’s nice, but it’s weird
So lower yourself closer to my level
You don’t have to leave
Just keep talking to me
Until I can fall asleep
Oh, my laptop, it’s warm like the sun
And in good time
It’ll cool
And grow
And swallow this mess of mine
It’s burning my eyes
It’s burning my thighs
But I know I won’t ever shut it down!
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9. |
Daddies Be Cool
04:43
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Are you the only other one who could see all that shit on the wall?
And are you the only one who believed a word I said at all?
And at some point, a meat cleaver fell from the sky
And split our shared existence in two
There’s something about that you might not have known
But it’s something that I always knew
You could ask me, but you don’t
I could tell you, but I won’t
I’m just thinking…
Some mornings I see my reflection and think:
Lord, I’m fine in this vessel of mine
Some mornings I seem to go days without thinking at all
Time ran over me in the way that leaves so many
Face-down and flattened for years
Now my makeup’s a mess
I can’t zip up my dress
Don’t I look as confused as I feel?
So daddies, be kind if your baby boys grow to be cowgirls
Oh, daddies be cool if your baby boys grow to be cowgirls
Show them the love they deserve
And don’t ask them to change
Cause a good heart can’t soften a hard mind
And a hard mind can cause so much pain.
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10. |
Port Authority Hymn
02:22
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When my mind blows
And my sight goes
And my heart stops keeping time
And this golden bus I ride on finds the last stop on its line
Will you be there waiting for me with my name on a cardboard sign?
Will you walk me to my next bus?
Will you board it by my side?
Will I know which bus is mine, Lord?
Will I know which bus is mine?
Without you there as my guide, Lord
Will I find this bus on time?
I’ve got no ticket I can think of
And I left my phone behind
Will I know which bus is mine, Lord?
Will I know which bus is mine, Lord?
Will I know which bus is mine, Lord, when I arrive?
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Dougie Poole Brooklyn, New York
New York based Country Singer/Songwriter.
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