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leslie
02:54
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I’ll be in New York City
When my organs rush to their feet
They’ll make their escape
With not much fuss from me
I’m sure they’ll find a hotel
Off the remains of Bleeker street
I’ll be back at that horrid address
Waiting for the waitress to drop the check
Analyzing the artifacts
Blowing in from 14th and Grand
And when the sun comes to the stained glass rooms
I’ll take the cue
I’ll find that hotel, and ask for what room
My organs went too
I’ll not knock, i’ll not stay
I’ll pay for what they got and let them go on their way
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2. |
Oh Windowsill
02:16
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Oh windowsill
What will you tell me
Are you standing alone, is everything gold
Are you at peace
The paint on your face
How long will it last
I’m nodding my head to the speed of your speech
I’m scared of the thoughts you keep on the breeze
Before the breathing tubes
I waltzed in the moon’s youth
I found myself in the echoing halls
Waiting for it all to stop
Oh windowsill
I can’t believe your words
Of what the dreamers cast, of what the lonesome ask
Strangely enough I want it all to last
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Theres a girl who calls me
On New Years eve
Your lips, my spine
All previously seen
I ask “How long has it been?
How often are you here?”
I suppose I don’t have room to talk
Off this balcony I could walk
I ask “How long will it last?
How often am I there?“
Happy New Years eve
Happy New Years day
In a few hours i’ll join you
In a few hours i’ll be there
In the new age
In your modern day
Something slow and warm
Is all I need
Something to bring me back
To the ground
Bobbing around the air
I’m neither here or there
I will give you a call
When and where I land
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I’m on the surface of sleep
Where else is there to be
When you’re dancing fifteen stories
Above a marquee
Counting on clocks to pursue
The hours
Counting on pillars to hold up
The towers
Before the Hudson rips me in two
Before the ambulance comes into view
Before the morgue paints my face
To ensure that i’m still awake
I’m tossed into midnight again
With impressions of cabinets and kitchenettes
All craving their place upon a
Canvas
Like some great lost
Ballet
Like some long forgotten
Play
Before the Hudson rips me in two
Before the ambulance comes into view
Before the morgue paints my face
To ensure that i’m still awake
Before the Hudson rips me in two
Before the ambulance comes into view
Before the morgue paints my face
To ensure that i’m still awake
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5. |
Open 24 Hours
02:54
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Frankie walks free
His soul works the night shift
Watching the hourly news reels
The headlines read “Oh What A Waste:
Drunken man dead on the motorway”
The cowboy had become a movie star
Reluctant to the ringing phone
Youths filed in rightly stoned
Maybe this would be more glamorous
If it was on the screen
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6. |
Little Birds (For Joyce)
02:50
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Little bird, little bird, holding heaven in your head
Covered by winter’s cross and frozen creek beds
Little bird, little bird, heaven holds you in it’s hands
Driving fever dreams to their end
It’s a drug, it’s a crutch
But its easier to sleep
When you, when you
Let it call your name
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7. |
Andrew (Slow Version)
03:27
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Andrew I think I may be cracking into pieces
My hands are pulling me towards the cordate graves
Hurry up and place my skull underneath my face
Then we can mold to each others shapes
Andrew help me, I’m trying to forget
Of the lies that chained me to their wrists
Amongst the other aspects that I regret
The shoes, the bed
Andrew forgive me this key won’t work
The hotel hallway has lost its worth
For the past three years we were at its door
But now all we have is the warmth of the floor
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8. |
Takoma Park
03:49
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Before the flood, I was here
It should have felt like the first time
You get what you pay for
I don’t accept the trains coming my way
But i’ll ride them anyway
It’s a stunning series of sounds
Allowing for a sentence to be formed
Day one, day two, day three, there’s more
Just take it in, let it calm the nerves
It should have felt like the last time
But it felt like a tired song coming from a tired set of lips
You get what you pay for
When you’re spending time in Takoma Park
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Yin Waster Chicago, Illinois
Yin Waster is the musical project from Griffin Mang and Gabe Huff. Together the pair craft "Gas Station Folk" a combination of groovy psychedelic riffs and pastoral tenderness that is sure to bring bliss to your ears :-)
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