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Who You Sleepin' With?!
03:54
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Pacific Hiway
02:56
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I know it's hard to be a woman, 'cause I felt one
Always known and had this feeling, when I held one
She was spilling on the sidewalk
While I was sleeping up in Woodstock,
what did I miss?
Maybe happy's just a haircut, never had one
Cut your color, change your curl, for a bad one
I know beauty's unfair
'Cause a woman just didn't care
When I was all undone
She says "I love you" when I'm naked, and I should cry
Wondering' if I could fake it, how could I
watch her with another?
Scared to become a mother better than she had
Sleeping' on pacific highways, dog in car
Cleaninl out dead apartments, and the pigeon bars
Sit and write me a letter
I said, "someday I'll start feelin' better"
But I don't
I just wonder
I lie deaf and dumb
I can't know woman
Cause I never held one
Never been one
I've never owned one
I've never been one
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3. |
Difficult to Bear
05:53
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Morning room light vapor
A clouded dust around me
Circle moonlight passion
I can feel it on me
You got a loose prognosis
I ain't got sh_t around me
My feet are freezing
Not the rest of my body
They were difficult to find
Bodies linger on the mind
Been lookin' loose and porous
And I just play two chords for a chorus
Livin' high inside a residence of forests
Find the hollowness, find where the door is
They got hard to bear
Body lingers, feeling scared
I'm gonna leave strong
But - I'm only one
You got alive from slumber
Shoulda run towards lovers
But instead I run from something I don't wanna
They were difficult to find
You got wrapped inside my mind
Go forward in there
You got harder, harder, harder to bear
You left a humble heap of rags on a park bench
Where you wanna get to be that one trained up beside you
Look inside your mirror, slowly, close it
Open your mind, I am overflowing
Falling inhibitions of my mind
takes shapes of wine
You got an eager body
Let out a scream, "Mind, stop this!"
Cracks of pavement I see
Love erodes in my animal body
They were difficult to bear
You, calling on the mountain air
Loser, loser, I'm losing all my hair
It happens slowly but one day you look, and it's not there
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4. |
Wuhan Skiddoosh
02:13
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5. |
Assload of Country
03:17
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I got home a little too late
Didn’t know then what I wanted to say
He got home to set it all straight
“I been with a girl with your same first name”
Lookin’ for one, we found two girls
Way down south and the Top of the World
A change in my hat, and a beard on my chin
Everything changes when something begins
Waiting there, at the top of the stairs
Yellow light shines through the blue in her hair
I headed down, alone, to my place
And he headed up to the bed he had made
I met her dad before I met her
Good head of hair, and sharp with his words
“You two kids would get along great,
so write down your number – her name is Renee”
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6. |
Already Home
07:13
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Lover, please, I won’t walk no other way
Move out laughing from your halo
Every time I see you cry I want to share
With you my body and take off your clothes
Lose my load, out the door with sympathy
Tiny pathways in the snow
Lock the door down on my own, then look to leave
But I already have my home
There were trails on the back roads of our streets
Leading from your car to my home
I was driving past the horses all last week
Looking at me while they eat to stay warm
And I was floating over you that night, it seemed
We found “one” inside the cold
Past the doorway, to release in harmony
Where I already have my home
Faces weary of the back door
They don’t promise me to stay
The memories all want to go,
But I been waiting for you every time you come back home
My heart exploding on the corners of your cheeks,
I was losing every ounce I hold
Lock the door, and now just throw yourself to me
Yeah I already have my home
Take your “love song strong” and leave it on the street,
There are tiny pathways made of snow
Flowing down over my skin in harmony
’Cause I already have my home,
Yeah I already have my home
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7. |
Big Ol'
03:04
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