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The Gentleman Crawler
04:02
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Ever since I was a little kid I thought a gentleman
Should always step aside and be polite.
How could I know that you would pass me by
My blood ran cold. It sent me to the ground.
I feel safe on my knees.
I can still see you from here.
And some day I'll crawl back to you.
I'm sure that you'll wait for me.
And in between the summer led to spring,
I couldn’t see a thing. You’d come around.
You wiped the mud from my eyes.
I could see I was wrong.
And now you're walking away.
This is the fastest I crawl.
Look over your strong soft shoulder to see me fall behind.
No I don't believe in the good old days.
Yeah I won't relive any good old days.
A gentleman knows when it's best to bow out into the ground.
Last night I buried my phone and my hands and my heart.
The weeds will grow through my hair. And leaves will blanket my bones.
They'll find the fossil of someone who waited for you.
No I don't believe in the good old days.
Yeah I won't relive any good old days.
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2. |
Wax Philadelphia
03:41
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Is this supposed to be for me?
I read your words, your riddle, what can it mean?
My heart it beats in circles, it’s 315.
I tried to give something back to you.
But what do you call home. They lost my earthly fruit.
I guess I’ll try something else. It’s just past 422.
You and me, we could wax Philadelphia
But not before the curtain falls on you.
I had to change my plans again.
I fell down the coast and hoped you’d be free.
(You never take what you need.)
We’re on the side of the road , and now it’s 430. Exactly.
You and me, we could wax Philadelphia
But not before the curtain falls on you.
You and me, we should wax Philadelphia
But not before the credits roll on us.
You and me, we would wax Philadelphia,
But this is us.
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3. |
Blue Breath
04:15
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The tile coulda been a hunter green and shade of a pale cream.
But my memory’s a little foggy still from all the steam.
All I remember: you were wearing much too much.
But I wouldn’t say that. I just hinted. And joked. And such.
I wasn’t hard of hearing but I was struggling to see.
When you shaped your lips to say “tomorrow comes early”
Cause you know me
I got blue breath.
Blue breath.
Yeah, I’ve been frozen. But I could thaw for you.
Why didn’t you sound the alarm?
I’m still bleeding from the Candy.
I crawled in your window.
Tomorrow, it comes early.
Please, just one?
I feel like exploding into gold.
I think I can handle it. I’ve handled it, so I’ve been told.
I’ve got blue breath.
Blue breath.
Like the frozen rose I found for you.
The pink of your cheeks.
The whites of your eyes.
Blue as the velvet.
Black as midnight on a moonless night.
Blue as your velvet.
The pink of your cheeks.
The whites of your eyes.
Grey cloud above your head.
Blue as your velvet.
Black as midnight on a moonless night.
Blue as my breath.
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4. |
Rock Down
03:53
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I thought I broke all the strings, but you’re turning me up so loud.
Turn the dial some more, so I can give you a mushroom cloud.
Let’s make a wave. Let’s misbehave. I say we gotta light it up. IJIUTTTM
I feel like we’re got an in. I feel like they’re gonna let us win.
We’ve got our papers in order. We’ve taken our medicine.
And the look on your face, how you smile with your teeth, and to feel what you feel. Oops, I felt you on me. Yeah, there it is. Your reaction.
It could have been much worse. What it was. No words. Just satisfaction.
I used to have a way with words, and now I can’t even spell. IJIUTTTM
I wanna repeat myself, so I should try to refrain. IWRMM/RD
We got a language all our own. A wink, a nod, a villanelle. IJIUTTTM
I’ll come up with something new to get rid of this quatrain. IRIROTTM/RD
And what could I do to show you I know you’ve the higher ground?
Get past your stage fright, I’ve late-night whispers and fingertips.
Do as you please on my knees while the trees make a rustling sound.
Reflecting night skies off pale thighs and whiskers. Lunar eclipse.
You’re skipping over the waves, and climbing me like a rocky face.
Keep pushing, or keep pulling. Just keep on and keep up the pace.
We shared a word, a salty word. I thought it would be enough. IJIUTTTM
You hadn’t heard just how absurd. And now you huff and now I puff. IJIUTTTM.
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We almost didn't make it, but I'm glad you found the mallet.
Would you lift it over your head,
And swing it slow, but instead I drew closer.
You look good in yellow. Too good for this fellow.
The truth is that since I found this song in me, I've been feeling long in the tooth.
It's you.
I'll put on some Sinatra. You smell like sweet Sriracha tonight.
And I don't know who I am, cause I think I thought I wanted to dance.
Shoes with little buckles to pop all of the bubbles,
And here I am in a hard hat. I'm working on this and that.
My dear, save me?
I understand the weather. It's too warm for this pleather tonight.
I always overthink it, so I think that only means that I'm right.
But I don't know who I am, cause I think I thought I wanted to dance.
I think I thought I wanted to dance.
Now I could never take the time to learn a couple of steps.
I could have been the boss of me. I'm just the boss of what's left.
You can cut your bangs off, baby. I don't care.
I'd recognize you anywhere.
Because I see you everywhere.
Because I see you everywhere.
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6. |
I Am Becoming A Dungeon
05:00
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Give me one good reason to try.
If I wasn’t addicted to my…
Own way of losing things. It’d be all right.
If I just had another few days
To drag it out and think of new ways…
To talk myself out of us, just for another year
It’d be all right.
I think of all the time I could waste.
And how your skin is seasoned to taste.
I’ll look at you and you’ll look at me.
And I’ll touch your face, and it’s all right.
I didn’t think it’d happen to him.
I’m atrophied down every limb,
Just like my tongue has been.
Never saying what I should when I could.
What I’d give to hold on to you!
But I’ve gotta (got to) plan to settle for less.
I’ll hollow myself out. I’ll sew my nose and mouth shut.
I’ll hollow myself out. I’ll stretch and flex my skin.
I’ll hollow myself out. I am becoming a dungeon.
II’ll become a dungeon for what’s left of you.
Remember when you asked how I felt?
I made a joke and thought that it helped.
Oh how I wasted this.
Never saying what I should when I could.
What I’d give to hold on to you!
But thank you for what you left behind.
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7. |
Also Pleasure
04:10
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I’m making up a list of all the things to leave behind.
Baggage and trash and stuff covered in rust.
Like a couple thoughts I almost had. If you don’t mind,
They’re on the curb.
I taste like unripe, rotten fruit
Beaten and torn, gave up on the root so long ago.
Peel back the skin and throw me away
I could learn to be this hungry.
Permanently starving. Only, that’s not all.
Also pleasure. I’ll live without it.
This is how to backtrack from as good as it gets.
Listen close.
I coveted my blessings while in the wings hedging my bets.
While you chose.
I made a million plans, and thought about the hands,
What they could do. But that’s not all.
Give me some place to sink my teeth
I think there’s more than cotton underneath...
I wanna know.
If you don’t give a purpose to my unused lips,
Well I could mouth “goodbye” to talking.
Sing the song of silent losers. But that’s not all.
Also pleasure. I’ll live without.
Only pleasure. I’ll live without.
Lonely pleasure. I’ll live without it.
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8. |
The Crabb
04:42
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That’s how we met.
A couple clumsy dancers swaying to an awkward tune.
I did it to you.
Like water colors
Mixing in an inky mess. You were in red.
And I was in a Royal blue.
I said wait.
Wait for me.
I held you close. I let you go.
I swear I saw you slowly swim away.
From me.
I held my breath. I had to go.
“I’m sorry” takes a lot of breath to say.
I love my job.
But I guess it’s gonna get me killed some day.
That's good enough.
Long distance call.
From the other side of the bed.
I hang up.
I had nothing to say.
Except “wait.”
Wait for me.
I held you close. I let you go.
I swear I saw you slowly swim away.
From me.
I held my breath. I had to go.
“I’m sorry” takes a lot of breath to say.
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DMVP Minneapolis, Minnesota
DMVP is Mr. Dietr, of Prozac Rat. Those are his initials. DMVP. He writes and records indulgent pop with uncomfortably smooth combinations of groovy psychedelia, lofty shoegazing, traitorous Americana, and whatever the hell else he can cram into a song if he likes it enough. ... more
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