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Birthday Song
04:02
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On my birthday I was born
And then I’m sure I cried
Just like every other baby
When it opens up its eyes
They cry to let the air in
And to open up their lungs
They haven’t yet forgotten
How to speak our mother tongue
Sometimes they keep on crying
Like their mama does each night
But their mama says to stop it
That they haven’t earned the right
This year’s a big one and she asks me what I want but
If she doesn’t know by now I guess she’s never gonna
I’ll buy a planner
Make some plans
stay tethered to the sun
Draw lines through each one I do
Till all of them are done
I’ll spend a lot of money
I’ll buy a lot of lies
The ones that hurt
Are the ones that weren’t
But later change their minds
Dates are arbitrary, they are just a way to count
How many years you might have left until the lights go out
Will I go out crying
just the way that I came in
Is the place I’ll die
somewhere that I’ve already been
Guess it doesn’t matter since I don’t believe in sin
I am just some elements that woke alive again
But they did
Ain’t that something
So happy birthday baby
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2. |
Cashmere
02:10
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You think you wanna love me? Get in line
You don’t think I hear that all the time?
You think I might want to settle down
I’ve built a life why settle now?
You think you wanna love me? Get in line
You don’t think I hear that all the time
You think you wanna love me? Get in line
I’m tired of hearing that all the time
You think that I’ve got my shit together?
Cause I wear a watch and cashmere sweaters?
You think I’m not a fucking mess
Cause I pretend I’m not depressed?
You think you wanna love me? Get in line
You don’t think I hear that all the time
You think you wanna love me? Get in line
I’m tired of hearing that all the time
You think you wanna love me? Okay fine
Maybe I’ll let you, maybe it’s time
Maybe I’ll let you, maybe it’s time
Maybe I’ll let you, maybe it’s time
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3. |
Klonoprincess
02:29
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It was depressing or I was depressed
Sometimes its hard to know which one is best
Or if it matters
Spent 20 years in a panic attack
That’s a lot of lost heartbeats I’ll never get back
Pitter patter
Who are you calling crazy
Who are you calling
Who are you
Nobody calls anybody anymore
What are you asking me for
What are you asking
What are you
I know I’ll never be less
Than a klonoprincess
A rose is a rose by any other name
They always smell the fucking same
I’m a different flower
Shall I compare me to a summer’s day
Hot and exhausting and melting away
Lit for hours
Who are you calling crazy
Who are you calling
Who are you
Nobody calls anybody anymore
What are you asking me for
What are you asking
What are you
I know I’ll never be less
Than your klonoprincess
I need a morning
I need a Monday
I need a new year
I need a new name
I need some matches
I need an h-bomb
I need some advil
I need my mom
But if a new start won’t get me out of this mess
I guess I’ll always be
Your klonoprincess
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4. |
Outsider
02:43
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6. |
Still
02:32
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It’s the day before Thanksgiving
Never thought that I’d be living
On this corner fifteen years
But I’m still here
I crave consistency
But it’s not what I thought it’d be
Or which things would stay the same
Year after year
Once on tour in Milwaukee
I dreamt that you and I were talking
We’d rent a space with a fireplace
And disappear
It wasn’t for the best at all
That night played a festival
Hard to wish for something else
When people cheer
Read a piece in the Atlantic
That your 40s are volcanic
Slowly smoking
Till you blow
Or persevere
But what’s a midlife crisis
When your whole entire life is
Tending fires and walking wires
So cavalier
Sometimes I think of leaving
But I can’t stop myself believing
Life is short, longtemps est la mort
So I’m still here
Still hopeless
Still romantic
Still distant
Still pedantic
Still on my worst behavior
Still thinking I can save her
Still hopeful
Still romantic
Still trying
Still enchanted
Still dissociating
Still fucking calibrating
I’m still
I’m still
Until
I’m still
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National Pleasure Houston, Texas
Contemplative indie clarinetist brings her friends to the studio.
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