1. |
Not the Man
04:04
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Doll me up for the party,
Wear me out for all your friends.
I am your third earring,
You're my prettiest split end.
I've seen your good side,
And I've seen how long it lasts.
You have all the patience
Of a candle in the bath,
And I don't know why I'd try to do this again,
And I don't know why I'd put myself through this again.
You love my love, you love my love.
You love my love, you love my love.
Wish you were half as honest
As you look with your hair up.
Keep your weekend promises,
You only like me when I'm drunk.
It ain't easy to please you,
It's too easy to give you what you want:
Someone to lie beneath you,
While you get yourself off,
And I don't know why I'd try to do this again,
And I don't know why I'd put myself through this again.
You love my love, you love my love, you love my love.
You love my love, but not the man that it comes from.
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2. |
False Church
04:02
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Well I watched you wear your face out,
Watched you tugging at your skin.
I Watched you bruise and blister your painted toes,
In heels that wouldn't fit.
Your evening friends are assholes,
They're just trying to wear you in.
You know I'd take you out for coffee if I could.
I know that you're tired,
Of blacking out when you go dancing.
I know you're tired of all those sloppy goodnight kisses,
And waking up to glossy disappointed glances.
Why don't you bind my hands and feet
With your furry bedroom cuffs?
Bare your teeth, slap me around, fuck me, fuck me up.
Your friends are the kind of friends
Who get off on calling you a slut.
You know I'd take you out for coffee if I could.
I know that your tired
Of keeping everybody laughing.
I know you're tired of wiping sweat off of your forehead,
And serving breakfast in bed to disappointed glances.
You know I'd stumble for miles through the false church woods.
I would stumble for miles through the false church woods.
I would stumble for miles through the false church woods.
If I thought it'd do you any good.
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3. |
Pet Rock
04:43
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You were wearing nothing
But an apron when we christened the kitchen floor.
You left breakfast on the table,
And we forgot to close the blinds on the backdoor.
They were casting shadows across your naked chest.
We left our good sense in our home towns,
And gave our modesty a rest.
Spreading soft lies out like blankets
Over a love that's best forgot,
Making promises of friendship:
I'm your pet rock, you're my pet rock.
I hoped the paint would never dry
On that canvas you left leaning next to a murky mason jar.
I know you hate the finishing touches.
I watched you chewing on your brushes like they were candy cigars.
They left purple stains on your teeth and tongue.
We left our good sense in our home towns,
And lost touch with almost everyone.
Spreading soft lies out like blankets
Over a love that's best forgot,
Making promises of friendship:
I'm your pet rock, you're my pet rock
Some days i never loved you.
Some days I hope you're saving my spot
In that line wrapped round the corner.
I am your pet rock, you're my pet rock.
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4. |
Just an Ocean
07:32
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The promises we've broken
Are the ones we barely spoke,
The ones we whispered into coffee mugs
When no one else was home.
The streets are as bare as the trees.
Center city won't bear us fruit.
It's just an ocean,
It ain't wide enough for you.
It's just an ocean darling,
It's just an ocean darling.
It ain't wide enough for you,
It ain't wide enough for us two.
You were broke, your love was twisted.
I thought I could bend it back in shape,
Be the strong man in your circus,
Be your sympathetic rake.
We stretched our hearts too thin.
We had no chance of keeping pure.
It's just the west coast,
It ain't far enough that's for sure.
It's just the west coast darling.
It's just the west coast darling.
It ain't far enough that's for sure.
I draw my line in the sand and you draw yours.
It's just the west coast darling.
It's just the west coast darling.
It ain't far enough that's for sure.
I draw my line in the sand and you draw yours.
I keep you at your distance,
I keep thoughts of you at bay
With a self effacing punch line
And a hand across my face.
I share my bed with lies that are soft, comfortable, and true.
I barely trust them, but I trust them
Twice as far as I'd trust you.
It's just an ocean darling.
It's just an ocean darling.
It ain't wide enough for you.
It ain't wide enough for us two.
It's just an ocean darling.
It's just an ocean darling.
It ain't wide enough for you.
It ain't wide enough for us two.
The promises we've broken
Are the ones that we ignored,
Whispered briefly to the morning
Kicking down the new day's door.
We got scared of asking ourselves
Why we never asked for more.
It's just the west coast.
It ain't far enough that's for sure.
It's just the west coast darling.
It's just the west coast darling.
It ain't far enough that's for sure.
I draw my line in the sand and you draw yours.
It's just an ocean darling.
It's just an ocean darling.
It ain't wide enough for you.
It ain't wide enough for us two.
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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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