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Picture On A Napkin
04:02
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Is it safe to say that you went away
When I know that you just left?
The sentiment of a foregone friend
Though it pains us we must accept
The passing tide of a know untied
inspires questions of length of life
Euphemisms explain bad decisions
Why do we do what we do?
Just then you were gone
like a star that's been stared at too long
Or a picture on a napkin that you drew
while we were waiting for our food
And it all went straight out the door
Just like Kristina on the forest floor
A moment she'd not soon forget
It's that important
Is it safe to say that you passed away
When I know that you just died
The tipped chair left beneath your lack of breath
You hung yourself in this park
The only silence besides, well, implied violence
was your heart, was your heart, was your heart
Just then you were gone
like a star that's been stared at too long
Or a picture on a napkin that you drew
while we were waiting for our food
And it all went straight out the door
Just like Kristina on the forest floor
A moment she'd not soon forget
It's that important
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Ashtray, Me
03:08
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Though I hate to say we made a mistake
But I'm an ashtray and these are the days
We will miss them so when they are all gone
It's the nostalgia, fondly look back on
These dreams these thoughts and ideals
That we conceive of
Hey man, I'm just trying to love
Then we'll say some shit 'bout how at least we tried
All we did was didn't die, suffice to say I want more of life
These complacent friends of mine have no standard of time
Just a bottle of wine and a dime bag, pull the cork, we'll smoke the time lag
These dreams these thoughts and ideals
That we conceive of
Hey man, I'm just trying to love
Then we drove 18 hours to dive into out minds
But at this point in time, is there much of me to find?
This life is just a drunk trying to sober up
It can pose success 'til it's passed out undressed
She only had two beers, how did we end up here?
Now I'll hold her hair. Hey man, why must you stare
My proof to you you mean something profound to me
Even in the morning, you fucking whore you think,
We can pick up and leave off, at any point in time
I can't subscribe to that kind of life
We can't pick up and leave off at any point in time
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I'll admit that I'm aroused but there's still blood in my brain
Though I've never cut them before, there are scars up and down my veins
We are sitting in the bath water in the back yard of my house
In this sea, we've found water but not a fire enough to douse
Until the day that we spent in full when you passed out on the bus
Your head rest in my lap, the unaccompanied envied us
Now I'm slightly more aroused and there's less blood in my brain
There are so much things to say but, for now, I'll refrain
She said, "just give me your sins and I'll give 'em back"
I said, "So sorry, Shakespeare, but it don't work like that. No, it don't work like that"
She said she wants more than my tongue on her tongue
She said she wants more than my tongue on her tongue
She said she wants more than my tongue on her tongue
And I don't know how to respond
When she wants my tongue
Now we're sitting horizontal on the bed
It's so late in the afternoon that the sky has turned to red
But, it is early in the evening so the stars have yet to wed
Yes, the stars are still in bed when she turns to me and says
The only lasting image in my mind is her naked in the bed
Ya she was naked in my bed
I guess that that is my consequence for making a lover of a friend
I made a lover of my friend
Because she said
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The Goddamn Band Portland, Oregon
The Goddamn Band is, well, a band.
Kinda jazzy rock.
Western US.
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