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October Hallways
03:37
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I hate talking on the phone for too long
Her voice digs into my ear
Like a razor blade laying naked in the lot
I hate coming home for too long
Old ghosts come out of their sheds
And knock on my door from twilight on
But I keep running from the shadows
Of giants in the air
And the people that I push away
Are screaming over there
By the pale october hallways
Where the sunlight is so bare
I like watching scary films with my friend mike
His arms wrap so tight around me
And I am nothing in his light
I like feeling like a shadow of old mark
Even though I know now
That the light in him had long ago gone dark
I remember driving through the mountains
Through adirondack park
And feeling so lonely
Felt freedom from the calls
Of the people I know
Laying in those cold october halls
Laying in those cold october halls
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2. |
Sorry, Baby
03:19
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Take a deep breath and go back inside
Go up the stairs and turn on the lights
And he’ll be sitting there, fuming in his furnace
And he’ll throw you to the curb like a doll
Screaming “get the hell off!”
My property
He said he wanted to bash my skull in
And crush my teeth on the stone
But all I heard was, this life has me wounded
Its gone on too long, and I can’t shake the feeling
So I said sorry, baby
Let me know about the parking lot
If there’s anything I can do
I’ll give it all I got
I know my head is sometimes halfway there
Don’t know if that makes me a fool
But I forgive myself for fucking up
Maybe you can try it too
So I said sorry, baby
Let me know about the parking lot
If there’s anything I can do
I’ll give it all I got
So I said sorry, baby
Let me know about the parking lot
If there’s anything I can do
I’ll give it all I got
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3. |
Alone
03:28
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At four o’clock, alone in the house
I highlight all the ugliness in the air
The way you sat there staring, like I was some kind of freak
I am just trying to breathe
At four o’clock, alone in the house
Highlight all the ugliness in my body
The way you stood up quickly, saying “try not to explode”
You will feel better when I am gone
For the last two years, I’ve felt like I’m in a dream
Like my eyes zoomed out a couple of inches
And it seems like something so very real
Or not even real
At all
Driving through perfect little towns
On the edge of new hampshire, I start to speed
The moon just sat there unmoving above me
And the headlights in the jeep trailing behind, uneasily
They begin to look like monsters
From out of my head, personified
Into clowns, teeth bloodied and smiling
I’ll hit 80, 100, 120, and start to cry
When her voice on the radio
Materializes into a ghost
In the passenger seat, trying to speak
But nothing comes out
Of her gaping mouth
No, nothing comes out
At all
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4. |
Rita
02:45
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Blue eyes, sitting in the cold
With a lollipop in her mouth
Sweater, buttoned to hear throat
Red lips, an invisible house
From across the lake
I can see us now
Basking in the twilight that I found
Throwing darts at the wall
With a blindfold around my heart
Wind blew my shaky hands away
Before they found the cherry tart
In the folds of night
It falls all around
Sleep all morning, dream of howling dogs
Blue eyes, stitched to my heart
With a blindfold around my head
Hands tied tender to a ghost
As she leads me into her bed
From across a dream
I can see us now
Sweetly loving, I hear someone scream
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5. |
Cartwheels
04:34
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I watch from the park as she cartwheels down the slope
I watch from the park as she cartwheels down the slope
Towards the shoreline, where the ocean meets the air
Towards the shoreline, place where I can never tread
I watch from the park as she cartwheels in the waves
I watch from the park as she cartwheels in the waves
Goin deeper, making splashes everywhere
Catching glances from homebound creatures everywhere
I watch from the earth as she cartwheels in the sky
I watch from the earth as she cartwheels in the stars
A golden smile, painted on these sheets of green
A golden canvas, made up by her little queen
I watch from a hole in these sheets of white
She dances all over this big disguise
Hear her footsteps, pounding on the sky so bright
I held her closely, right between my arms one night
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6. |
Come Into My Fog
03:44
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The first thing that I did this morning
Was cloud my eyes a little more
When a rainstorm of static noise
Filled my heart with fear and hate
So I walked out to the crusher’s lake
Red from old velvet cake
When a great blue heron flew over to me
It’s mighty wings sitting perfectly
Above the water, to blow away my fog
I walked out of my foggy head
And got a cup of coffee downstairs
There was a cornucopia
On the kitchen table ringed with flowers
Where fred and bob and bill and jan
Sat there cracking cracker jacks all day
And in the meadow children ran,
Bobbleheads bobbing in the reeds
And I said to em all
“Come into my fog!”
So I said to em all
“Come into my fog!”
And blow it all away
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7. |
Over Blue Highways
06:43
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Old friends sat with me in the porchlight
Cold eyes watched us out from the moonlight
When the sun came burning overhead
Everyone followed god's lonely hands
From this dreamer’s town
Where I hang around
Like balloons tied to a rocking chair
Time just fades away
Over blue highways
I’m not angry or scared
I’m just more aware
When you hang around
You don’t need the sound
Of my heart in your ear
You aren’t in my tears
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8. |
Hair Salon
02:57
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Soft red light at the hair salon
Humming like a cloud for me
Little grey lady by the firelight
A few years down the street
Tomorrow morning I will let the moon’s
Passing take me slow
As her shade descends upon me
I will watch from the window
Soft white hands on my trembling head
Fill me up with stars
Smile so sweet and hit 30 percent
As I watched it fill her heart
I wish I said I’ll be around
In the neighborhood if she
Ever needs a tender shoulder
When her world comes crumbling
She came out to the theater last night
With her ex boyfriend
Said great show, really broke a leg
And she clutched tight onto him
And though her eyes remained glued to mine
I started to understand
So carry on bright angel
Carry on bright angel
Carry on bright angel
I will watch you heal your broken hand
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9. |
Smoke Alarm
03:26
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Pulled me out of my dream like there was nothing to it
Opened up my pale white shades and threw the sun onto me
When I feel her coming down the street I get so nervous
My hands shake and my heart beats and I’m a helpless child
I don’t know her well but I can’t stand it any longer
Appears in all my fantasies but she doesn’t belong there
Cartwheels ride beside me and a storm follows behind
All the birds form stars in their dark eyes and try to follow
But she eludes them all the same
Blowing smoke up in the rain
Like a trail washes away
In the pain of not knowing what to say
Walk out to the early morning, head downtown again
With a fever deep inside me, burning as I am
Helpless in her fiery gaze, to laugh and throw my charms
All around the room like a broken smoke alarm
All around the room like a broken smoke alarm
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10. |
Bones
02:43
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The door swings shut and I just stare at my phone
Can’t really think about anything at all
So I walk home, as the bright sun pours through the window
A lonely feeling overtakes me as the light breaks up
Into millions, trillions of pieces
If these bones were talking, talking
If these bones could talk, and tell me where they’ve been
What would they say?
If these bones were talking, talking
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Will Orchard Nashville, Tennessee
live from the sky train
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jess is an amazing human <3 these songs are reflective, melancholy, bright and so much more. a beautiful & special voice
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i first met ben mccormick at my middle school geography bee. thank goodness i dropped my guitar pick next to him. he picked it up and said "do you like eric clapton?" the rest is history :-)
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