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Might as Well
02:09
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Pages torn from them old hearts, mine own
Your words to dry out and left under stones
Fingertips find her home in a phrase
Those words you hide from might as well be on a page.
She whispers to me.
She whispers those sweet rebel words to me.
No broken needles, no broken threads
You've got no treble like an old cassette
Radio signal's all dead and gone
You keep on singing, but might as well be on a song.
She sings to me.
She sings those sweet rebel hymns to me.
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Moon Breeze Gal
02:22
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She's the flower who wilted too fast
She's the blade who lost the green in her grass
The quiet eyes spark the mountain sides
Spiteful fires break the desert nights
'Cause I know
Yes, I know
She'll be around.
Never thought of looking back
Through broken streets or muddy tracks
These boots worn for far too long
I hear the laughter but the smile's gone
'Cause I know
yeah, I know
She'll be around
Funny things were often said
When opened arms welcomed you to bed
The Summer breeze plays a melody
For me to sing and for you to see
'Cause I know
Yes, I know
Don't I know
Lord, I know
She ain't around.
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So Have I
03:14
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Well she packed my boots before I had a chance to
I was stuck in my truck between highways and drive-throughs
Radio wouldn't start so i plucked my guitar
Calluses grew rough like a vagrants heart
And so have I.
Lights flashed so bright in the old arcade
Especially when hearts ain't got no change
The girls laughed so loud they snuck beer in their cups
The hour tells 'em it's late they've had enough
And so have I.
Sadness sings the same songs happiness does
The dark clouds above her used to be blonde
Smoke from her cigarettes killed that buzz
But the smile drowned us all along
But I'll be fine.
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Blue Chemical
03:11
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Blood drips straight down her forearms
She's a head taller than the other pretty girls in class
Attitude as sharp as a knife is blue
Punk at heart never read inbetween her tattoos.
Train tracks hum over rusted stones
Her rebel waltz, she can't call it home.
She's the breath you take right before you sing a song
And the contempt when you don't know the words no more
A hit from her joint and you're feeling good
Never much for trouble but this time you would
Follow her if you could.
A turn of the phrase and you're ready to blow
Build your tracks somewhere else 'cause I'm ready to go home
Wide-eyed doe, I just sit and stare
When the blue chemical resonates off your golden hair
Sit and stare.
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Long Before You
03:45
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She whispers of cigarettes
Grand plays of the theatre
Of dreams were once dreamt
In the shade once wept under.
I hear tales of Carnivals singing
Familiar tunes I never knew
Broken bottles they shine like diamonds
Sings her song long before you.
Broken city likes upon the shore
Lovers' picnic in that time long past
Graffiti wastes away the rain
And her laughter, she still holds fast.
I hear tales of a city that's dead
Broken promises they still ring true
Skateboards grind away the day
She says a time long before you.
Her canvas, the entire sky
Brush breached unto the earth
The ocean's ink was dipped and swirled
And her shadows paint your lonely church.
I hear tales of a masterpiece
Sun reached, for her paints she flew
Lover's heartbeat was wrapped in plastic
She paints her time long before you.
Long before you.
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Drunk Like Rust
02:09
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Smile's worn like the hand-me-down clothes she wears
Thunder's torn by the storming breeze that cuts through her hair
On those hills she sings song for me I've long forgotten by now
A tune sung sweet, through grass in bare feet until she disappears.
In traffic we drowned, digging through dirt in the cities
We laughed so loud, other girls turned their heads to see
A joke they missed or a quick kiss they were jealous of
A dance through the dark, her waltz struck a spark like no fire before
Oh, that moon covered up, her songs drunk like rust when she took my hands
When she took my hands.
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Summer's in
Beer bottles already piled so high
It's like a bad poem you love to hear
Unless it's about you.
Thundered hair
An auburn sunset in her picture frames
I can't tell if it's a memory
Or just another song.
But we can share a drink again
Under the old canopy.
Wait all night for fireflies
to come home by then.
But they never do.
Oh, no, they never do.
I'm calling in
My cards splayed out on the table fair
She calls me just a jack of trades
Except in love.
Her pretty face
Basking in that computer glow
I stare all night until morning comes
Or I do first.
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8. |
Our Lovers' Waltz
04:20
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Your shades fade black
No time for makeup
Reflections laugh
Discussion ended so quickly.
Car door slams
Our moments fucked up
Too much was unsaid
Often I misspoke abruptly.
Streetlights run red
Waited her anger
Found her eyes instead
We smiled in different directions.
Moonlight sits high
Almost as high as we were
Just a few more miles
As we rust after rapture.
We talk of our sins
Where our love goes on playing
and the trees she sings
Shadows her just like my hands.
Memories long-lived
Conversations briefly forgotten
From the pain we give
Disguised as the face we all call Love.
In the shadow's church
Where all roses blossom
She swallows the cure
Of Summer pleasing Autumn.
Just one more taste
Her lips wine-ripened sour
And the wind screams haste
She comes like wildflower.
So the sun did rise
As our lover's waltz comes close
Nervous hands on thighs
Her smile breaks our silent throes.
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Rafael-Carlo Serrato Lakewood, California
Rafael-Carlo Serrato is a phony in disguise, the Idiot in every Dostoevsky tome and sometimes a musician.
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