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trainhouse
02:54
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I dream that my house is a train
running away with me inside it
mornings and sunsets go by
hey, where are we going?
I dream that I’m putting on clothes
brushing my teeth, going to work
then I wake up and I’m older
but I’m not growing
hey, where are we going?
I must have bought the wrong ticket
and I’ve never been through this no man’s land before
can I take this monkey wrench
and throw it in someone else’s plans?
’cause I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore
no, I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore
I wish I knew how to make
something out of the nothing inside me
turn on the evening noise
hey, where are we going?
rest my head on a painted pillow
that says to live, laugh, love
I was in love with life
my heart is broken
[chorus]
will I break my head if I jump through the exit door?
forehead on the window, the houses all start to run
and I know in my broken heart I’m one of the lucky ones
I dream that my house is a train
running away with me inside it
I dream that my house is a train
running away with me inside it
watching the sunsets go by
hey, where are we going?
I must have bought the wrong ticket
and I’ve never been on this common ground before
can I take this monkey wrench and turn myself around?
’cause I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore
no, I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore
no, I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore
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2. |
dear northland
04:10
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dear northland, pretty northland,
can I get to know you better?
are you blue like me, and could we be
a little less alone together?
the strange, slumbering towns
along your highways gleam with danger
and the call of your winding road's in my heart
saying, don't be a stranger
well, I parked beside the cafe sign
and I let the wind blow through me
feeling for a moment like a prayer flag
with a faded hope for kinship written into me
I went in and sat at the counter
and a woman brought some coffee
there were roses on the porcelain saucer
it was once her mother's own, that's what she told me
[chorus]
on the porch behind a bar, I heard
a group of young men talking
pouring alcohol across their burning sorrows
just as television screens have always taught them
and a stranger saw me listening
and he told me they'd been miners
'til the antimony mine closed down
and became a picture-taking point for hikers
[chorus]
I was leaning against the hood of my car
and the sun was sinking slowly
I was breathing in the smell of alder smoke
and in all my life I'd never felt so lonely
as the sound of country wafted on the wind
somebody was singing
and confessing that he wanted more folks over
been so quiet here since mama went to heaven
[chorus]
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clusters of daisies, clumps of moss
rows of roses, roots and rocks
this is the house she built beneath her feet
and the faithful soldier who kept her heart
the two little dogs they'd walk in the park
live in the house she built beneath her feet
and in the morning, she looks around
closely she listens to the absence of sound
winter is coming, but she's not afraid
wind, rain, or snow, she'll patiently wait
to enter the house she built beneath her feet
and in the morning, she looks around
closely she listens to the absence of sound
sickness is catching, but she's not afraid
hell or high water, she'll patiently wait
to live in the house she built beneath her feet
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desert island companion
02:41
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someone put this town through the car wash last night
the sunshine off the silver streets burns like soap in our eyes
day something out of something, still not a soul in sight
hey, can you hold me for a second?
thanks, continue, I'm all right
we always used to wonder
whether we'd have killed each other by now
well, now that we've found out
let's find a patch of grass
watch the sun take a bath
'til it drowns in the ocean's hopeless blue
my desert island companion
you can have the rest of my sandwich
and hey, I know I've been a handful
but I love you
smell of onions and cilantro, follow our noses... mmm, tacos
if food supplies run out there's always cannibalism, I suppose
but we've been chewing away at each other enough
the past few million years or so
and we always used to wonder
what books and music we might bring
well, I guess it never mattered
so let's find a patch of grass
watch the sun take a bath
'til it drowns as we sing these lonesome blues
my desert island companion
you're a mirror I never asked for
sometimes I'd like to smash you into pieces
and I love you
I love you
I love you
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january
04:29
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compared to the ghost town we live in
this video game sure is pretty
the pink sky, the little blue tree spirits
hiding in the grass
it's one in the morning and it's raining
they say you can sleep when you're dead
but we are dead, but we can't sleep
so we build fires in pixellated land
don't go outside, honey
the world is crying like a baby
when its mama leaves the room
stay warm and dry with me
beneath the pounding tears of January
falling on our roof
compared to the news I've been hearing
the sound of your voice sure is easy
to listen to, even though it sounds kinda sad
[chorus]
one day there will be light again
one day we will come alive again
one day we will be all right again
compared to the ghost town we live in
this video game sure is pretty
so let's go live inside of it
and never come back
'cause the world is crying like a baby
that no one knows how to soothe
just hold on tight with me
beneath the pounding tears of January
falling on our roof
one day there will be light again
one day we will come alive again
one day we will be all right again
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moss in your name
04:00
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why does it comfort me to sit by your grave,
Elena Garcia, though I never knew your face?
says you left a son behind at only 38
now there’s moss growing from your name
well, I wish I could tell you it was all for the best
the breathing machines and the beds where no one rests
and I don’t want to imagine what went through your mind
as your last day turned to night
and I know you’re sleeping sound
but I wish you could see yourself now
’cause there are fresh red roses on the stone beside you
and kind, loving words someone chose to describe you
and nature has crowned you the queen of this place
there’s a mist that surrounds you
and soft spring moss in your name
and I heard about you, Christopher, 12 years old
when the school shut down you did the same, I’m told
I thought I was the lonely one, but now I’m ashamed
’cause there’s moss growing from your name
all the pain you must have known
well, it seems you’ve passed it on
’cause there are fresh red roses on the stone beside you
and kind, loving words someone chose to describe you
and nature has crowned you the prince of this place
there’s a mist that surrounds you
and soft spring moss in your name
this is where I come to feel
something warm and true and real
but I know it’s not for me
all I wish to do is see
all the fresh red roses on the stones beside you
the kind, loving words someone chose to describe you
and how nature has made you the saints of this place
in the mist that surrounds you
and soft spring moss in your names
soft spring moss in your names
soft spring moss in your names
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Siena Christie Asheville, North Carolina
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