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Hettie
02:58
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Sometimes magic will shock you
Like a rusty winter doorknob
Sometimes magic will call to you,
"Come here my child, nestle in my bra."
For too long, for too long
I swore I was all wrong.
For too long, for too long.
Hettie left the market
With a pillowcase full of matches and straw
She burned the tallest scarecrow
Her father's plantation ever saw.
"For too long, for too long," she said,
"I swore I was all wrong.
For too long, for too long."
Hettie, hold me steady
When I kneel
My balance is off
Sometimes magic will fool you
With a cheap plastic Halloween mask
Sometimes magic will chase you through alleys
Full of reincarnated bats.
For too long, for too long
I swore I was all wrong.
For too long, for too long.
Hettie, hold me steady
When I kneel
Hettie, hold me steady
When I kneel
My balance is off
My balance is off
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2. |
Villanelle
03:48
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He lifts his glass high as if to give a toast,
Sits tall on a barstool, glows like a lamppost.
Content to be almost
As wild eyed as he wanted, not as much as he'd hoped
Last call comes so quickly, last night comes back slow
He lifts his glass high as if to give a toast
To blacking out on Fridays—or at least coming close,
And waking up Saturdays, most anyplace he knows
Content to be almost
Friends with all the waitresses, whose names he doesn’t know.
He never minds silence or waking alone.
He lifts his glass high as if to give a toast
To this life that he chooses. He’s more satisfied than most:
Damn near satisfied with damn near everything he chose.
He lifts his glass high, as if to give a toast,
Content to be almost.
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3. |
Emily
04:10
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I wish I did not believe in this darkness
Emily hangs curtains in my cave
Even when it's caving in on me.
I wish I didn't have to laugh at such dark shit
Emily holds my hand, while despair
Bounces on my knee and laughs at my haircut
Shoves his fingers up my nose, and turns down his green thumb
Drools down the back of my shirt and tells me I'm no one special,
Just another freckle stuck on Emily
I'm one of so, so many
Assholes who love to call her angel,
But never listen when she sings
And never take her wings out of the washing machine
When she needs them on the weekends.
I barge right in and march right out
With my dirty feet, saying, "keep my seat warm
And save your tears for the rainy season."
I wish I did not believe in this darkness
Emily hangs curtains in my cave
Even when it's caving in on me.
I wish I didn't have to laugh at such dark shit
Emily holds my hand, while despair
Bounces on my knee and laughs at my haircut
Shoves his fingers up my nose, and turns down his green thumb
Drools down the back of my shirt and tells me I'm no one special,
Just another freckle stuck on Emily.
Maybe tonight we'll stay inside
And get so high we forget to write down
All of our brilliant bathtub revelations.
In the morning if she's not too restless
I'll make us mate and a Russian breakfast
And go out to pick strip mall carnations.
Maybe forgiveness is just
The meeting place of
Faith and desperation.
Maybe forgiveness is just
The meeting place of
Faith and desperation.
I wish I did not believe in this darkness
Emily hangs curtains in my cave
Even when it's caving in on me.
I wish I didn't have to laugh at such dark shit
Emily holds my hand, while despair
Bounces on my knee and laughs at my haircut
Shoves his fingers up my nose, and turns down his green thumb
Drools down the back of my shirt and tells me I'm no one special,
Just another freckle stuck on Emily.
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4. |
Brave Ink
06:23
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Thirteen black notebooks
Full of smeared sketches
Brave ink never runs.
Thirteen black notebooks
Full of smeared sketches
Brave ink never runs.
Damn the letting go
Damn the letting go
Is always the hard part for us.
Don't torture yourself,
Don't torture your self for this, love,
For this "love".
Ten pounds of cheap
Flattened out cardboard
And packing tape in the trunk.
Call it a premonition
Call it faith in bad luck.
Ten pounds of cheap
Flattened out cardboard
And packing tape in the trunk.
I got nowhere to go,
I got nowhere to go no but up.
Burn all my poems
Outside the dog park
Don't spare a single one.
Burn all my poems
Outside the dog park
Don't spare a single one.
Damn the letting go
Damn the letting go
Is always the hard part for us.
Don't torture yourself,
Don't torture your self for this, love,
For this "love".
Invite me out of pity
Then send me home early
From the bonfire you planned all month.
I fell off the blue station wagon
With a cartoonish case of hiccups.
Invite me out of pity
Then send me home early
From the bonfire you planned all month.
I can't sleep I can't sleep
I can't seem to wake myself up.
In every story
I spun around us
You were the fortunate one.
In every story
I spun around us
You were the fortunate one.
Damn the letting go
Damn the letting go
Is always the hard part for us.
Don't torture yourself,
Don't torture your self for this, love,
For this "love".
Let's shoot all the messengers
Steal all the bad news
And spin it until it suits us
Let's sell batteries under the boardwalk
When the hurricanes come.
Let's shoot all the messengers
Steal all the bad news
And spin it until it suits us
I tell myself that
What you tell your friends
Doesn't matter too much.
Thirteen black notebooks
Full of smeared sketches
Brave ink never runs.
Thirteen black notebooks
Full of smeared sketches
Brave ink never runs.
Damn the letting go
Damn the letting go
Is always the hard part for us.
Don't torture yourself,
Don't torture your self for this, love,
For this "love".
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Patient Barney Penrose Richmond, Virginia
"As a lyricist, Patient Barney Penrose shares a vividness with Matt Berninger of The National, expressing himself with
melancholic, literate concision. These are lyrics that read well without a melody. An extension of an obvious literary talent, they embellish his dulcet arrangements."
Julian Belvedere, HY.GEN.IC London
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