1. |
Blue October
03:06
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I'll have a blue October
Days by the creek long over
Well could you swim when it's colder?
Drift upstream forever
The gentle breath of the evening
Through golden corn stalks weaving
The winter sky will have its grieving
So Autumn days are laced with stardust
I hung my head like a wilted rose
I walked for miles in another man's clothes
The room was still when I awoke
The moon was full when we last spoke
I've stood my ground long enough
To feel the earth shaking
And I cannot keep your eyes dry
But I can feel their aching
I'll have a blue October
Days by the creek long over
Well could you swim when it's colder?
Lay face down and shiver
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2. |
Moving Along
02:56
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I went home first to visit and later to die
With no blood to fill in the space
She laughed but the wind brought a tear to her eye
Said what's death got to do with a suitcase?
There's words for the winter and songs for the spring
Letters to burn and burdens to bring
But nothing compares to the lingering sting
Of moving along
She crept toward the station with smoke on her breath
And the hounds did bellow and moan
The salt of her sweat on the tip of my tongue
Gave me strength to pack up and go
There's words for the winter and songs for the spring
Letters to burn and burdens to bring
But nothing compares to the lingering sting
Of moving along
We've all done our time here
We've all proclaimed our sins
We've all had our hearts ripped into
Pretty little shreds
They found my bones in the old junkyard
She was poised with her cold rifle cocked
It takes more than distance to bury the dead
More than water to wash away rot
There's words for the winter and songs for the spring
Letters to burn and burdens to bring
But nothing compares to the lingering sting
Of moving along
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3. |
Helen
04:38
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Helen danced around the diner
Asked me if I'd like some cream
I said no, I'll take my coffee black this morning
Cause she was pretty, and I wanted to make an impression
Old men laughing across their decaf
Pouring ketchup on their eggs
Helen watching with her chin cupped in her hands
And she was smiling, 'cause she'd never seen that before
Then I wake up, walking down that lonely road again
At night I'm dreaming of Helen with her head in her hands
I hear the train call out in the distance
Smell the smoke coming through the kitchen
Flies are buzzing under yellow heat lamp light
Am crazy, for wishing I was free like that?
Then I wake up, walking down that lonely road again
At night I'm dreaming of Helen with her head in her hands
Tabasco lines the shelves like trinkets
Helen's humming to the radio
The sun drips in like marmalade and honey
Breathing in, I've never taken life so slow
Then I wake up, walking down that lonely road again
At night I'm dreaming of Helen with her head in her hands
One last glance across the galley
It's the little things I'll miss the most
I kiss the lipstick on my coffee cup farewell
I came for breakfast, I left with Helen's ghost
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4. |
Love Bites
03:44
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You made fresh blueberry jam
And I made a wreck of myself
Your tears feel like the blood on my hands
You called me Lady Macbeth
Your nightmares hang like shrunken heads
Over this rotting bed
I spent three days making dream catchers
'Cause you brought me back from the dead
I told you a joke through the phone
You laughed like it was your own
It struck a chord I didn't know I had within me
I stop to tell the neighborhood cats
What’s going on inside
They never say much they just blink back
With their all-knowing full moon eyes
I’m not one to follow wise words
You can get out before things get worse
You struck a chord I didn’t know I had within me
I took a breath to choke out a word
You smiled and showed me your wrath
I've been giving you love bites
But I'm the one bleeding to death
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5. |
Today
03:47
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Give me something
Worth the speaking
Worth the bleeding
And the dirt I've kicked up
Tell the truth and
Send me reeling
Mend me softly
Or leave it to rot
Render flesh with grisly dog teeth
Limb from limb take it all away
Just feed me spoonfuls of your laughter
Say to me you're here today
Early morning
Grinding coffee
They earn their grit
Or gnaw their bones
Birds have wings and
Snakes have venom
Seek out freedom
Stick to what you know
They'll dig for gold in your eyes and your arms
Take their pick and cast you aside
Just feed me spoonfuls of your laughter
And take me along for the ride
I know you can't
Make a promise
At the price of uncertainty
You'll make your living
Mourn your dreaming
Stare the world down
Never let things be
They'll learn your name and drag it around
'Til it's dirty, hard and worn
Just feed me spoonfuls of your laughter
Meet me in the eye of the storm
I can't stand by and watch you shed a tear
Sitting by a window wishing you were here
I'd rip my hair out strand by strand
I'd walk the desert, bring back every grain of sand
I'd do anything I can
For you
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6. |
Bullfrog
04:28
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I am the bullfrog that beckons you close
Closer to the river so still
Still until you fall right in it
Fall until you've had your fill
But don't fall into me
I'm much less forgiving
Than the coldest waters
Than the life you've been living
Don't fall into me
I'll spit you back up
It boils down to bitter luck
I am the old woman in beggar's clothes
Clothes that stick right to the flesh
Flesh so tough you'd need a hammer
A hammer to break through to my soul
But don't bang on my door
For it will not open
It ain't warm inside
And the windows are broken
Don't bang on my door
I'll shoot you right down
The road is much kinder than sticking around
I am the bell on the hat of the fool
A fool with eyes that shine like gold
Gold to spin and gold to gamble
A gamble to feel something less than alone
But don't bet on me
The seat will stay empty
The sun will rise
And the price will be heavy
Don't bet on me
I'll never be true
The line is drawn so I'll step through
The line is drawn and I'm stepping through
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7. |
Bones
03:43
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Right at the bottom of your pearl-studded clutch
There's a hand with claws
You treat with dirty gauze
He gropes for your fingers when you reach inside
You keep your stride real tight
Drag your feet out of spite
You're spent and sold, your skin's inside your bones
Kissing all your woes goodnight under the streetlights
I loved you in the limelight
But now you're rolling home
Inside empty bottles you keep in the sink
Spiders live and die
You feed them apple pie.
Squeezing produce at the market with your feeble hands
You eye the scrapes and bruises
While your baby schmoozes
You're spent and sold, your skin's inside your bones
Kissing all your woes goodnight under the streetlights
I loved you in the limelight
But now you're rolling home
Only greasy blood congeals
You're chewing on lemon peels
Scraping on by the will of your pawns
Your river's rising slowly, better learn how to swim
You're running out of plots
And your chances are slim
You're spent and sold, your skin's inside your bones
Kissing all your woes goodnight under the streetlights
I loved you in the limelight
But now you're rolling home
Your evil ways are brought to justice
Your love for him is worse than capital punishment
He's slipping through the tipsy congregations And you're stuck to the walls, to the walls
You're spent and sold, your skin's inside your bones
Kissing all your woes goodnight under the streetlights
I loved you in the limelight
But now you're rolling home
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8. |
Hemingway
04:14
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I'm sick to death of Hemingway
My hills are not white elephants
They're stones and I don't know which way to roll them yet
So I watch my breath drift across the cold April moonlight
With nowhere to run
I'll try my hand at hiding in plain sight
When's the last time you've seen someone With their eyes wide open anyway
We're lost with our lines laid straight
My two headed girl
Falls around me like stardust
I'll sweep it up and swallow my pride
And if lady luck is still on my side it might go down easy
But nothing's been harder than watching her go
With nowhere to run
I'll try my hand at hiding in plain sight
When's the last time you've seen someone With their eyes wide open anyway
We're lost with our lines laid straight
Oh, and I love you now
The best way I know how
Breathless and shaking
So, tell me, are you there
Did you creep out the door
Just to leave me here waiting
With nowhere to run
I'll try my hand at hiding in plain sight
When's the last time you've seen someone With their eyes wide open anyway
We're lost with our lines laid straight
I hesitate to blow out the candles
There's something so macabre about sealing the year with a wish of mine
You take off my blindfold
And I've pinned the tail so far away from home
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9. |
Flood
03:36
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He thinks I look like my mother
I've been spitting up blood
Loosen up at the collar
Slipping you my bottom dollar
There's something to give and to keep
A lion that's been running with sheep
Is i️t really the bush that's being beat?
Is i️t really the bush that's being beat?
Show me nothing but teeth
Fighting back the ghosts you keep
Behind slanted eyes
I'll trade you yours for mine
There's something to give and to keep
A lion that's been running with sheep
Is i️t really the bush that's being beat?
Is i️t really the bush that's being beat?
Today's the day and so's tomorrow
A penny earned's a penny borrowed
Hide behind your lilac sorrow
She's gone, she's here, she's there
There's something to give and to keep
A lion that's been running with sheep
Is i️t really the bush that's being beat?
Is i️t really the bush that's being beat?
I close my eyes for a second I'm asleep
Oh, the things I want you to be able to see
He thinks i look like my mother
I've been spitting up blood
You're peeling off my plastic patches
And I can taste the flood
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10. |
Home
03:44
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n our house coffee drips before the dew
I ruffle my feathers and wait up for you
Fog hangs around thick like grandmother's stew
We eat from an old copper spoon
Colors of home
The sun sends her shadows to tickle the town
I spent all my years chasing them down
Then I heard singing and followed the sound
We bathe in the sweat from her brow
Colors of home
I trace over marks of our heights on the wall
When she learned to walk and I learned to fall
I patch up my scrapes and I come when I'm called
Remember what started it all
Colors of home
Let's dance in the silence and smile to the crowds
Laugh in the dark with the hands we've found
Backs to the wall and eyes to the clouds
I love you like the sky loves the ground
Colors of home
The day will come when we strip these bricks bare
But ghosts of the years linger on in the air
You can take everything but the heart is yet spared
A home keeps the stories it wears
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Emma Guzman Detroit, Michigan
Singer-songwriter Emma Guzman, known cat enthusiast, rumored star child and compelled by unknown forces, has always felt the need to express herself through music. Choosing to spend her time humming melodies and frantically scribbling lyrics in various notebooks and on random scraps of paper, she has quietly amassed a substantial collection of songs. ... more
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