1. |
Little Grill
03:43
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I once was a little grill
Drank propane & swilled
Grease stains, spent hours
At the waists of fathers
Flipped my lid & inside I’m all fire
I once was a little grill
Drank propane & swilled
Grease stains, spent hours
At the waists of fathers
Flipped my lid & inside I’m all fire
Tell me
You want something more appetizing
Than American cheese
If it were up to me
I’d cut my teeth on brie
You’re the bacon bringer
I’m the lounge singer
Grew up too soon
Getting rave reviews
At the knees
Of you flipping
Out on me
Then telling me I’m pretty
Then telling me I’m pretty
Then telling me I’m pretty
Then telling me I’m pretty
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2. |
Ballerino
01:51
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My four eyed clover
Goosebumps all over
Eating chocolate mousse
Poppers and vermouth dance floor lover
Frivolity ephemerality femininity hot pants pretty
The way you kissed me with disco
In your mouth
Growing out my bangs so I can teach you
How to French braid
French press, margarine, primary blue robe
Promenade
I wanted to be dangerous before
French maid costume six figure
French doors
But walking down guilford with you in my yellow shorts
x2
Is my favorite part of last year
Cinnamon bagels and shmear
Mid Atlantic manic panic
Chest freckle counting career
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3. |
Twos
03:45
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You come in twos
I came for you
in twos
then telephoned
the other one
Two / glasses of sweating white
Straddled you in
The back of
A symphony that night
Only kept you
For the summer
Made the other
Buy me strawberries
When I told him you’re my lover
He took me from behind
Twenty minutes later
You come in twos
I came for you
in twos
then telephoned
the other one
Two / glasses of sweating white
Straddled you in
The back of
A symphony that night
Only kept you
For the summer
I was hungover
Throwing up the night
You took me to meet your mother
I used to think I was another
Kind of girl
When I want to feel beautiful
You put those words in my mouth
your fingers in my mouth
Am I arrogant, depraved?
Concave / shoulders
ass raised
Who am I trying to please
Two by two I almost believe
Your praise
You / Always come in twos
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4. |
Backlit
03:46
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Paper cut stigmata
oil in water
Backlit you watched me
Pink coat unwinding
Disco balls elbowing
Backlit you watched me
Karaoke out
of your mouth
I sigh into your punchlines
Cursed & blue
in bathroom lines
Waiting for you
To see me
Please tell me
When you look at me
When you talk about me
Am I cloying
Am I just imitating
The ones you dream about
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
Am I the wrong kind of weird
the witch
of bad eyebrows
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
Backlit you watched me
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5. |
Tony Soprano
02:47
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Realized this morning
you won’t make the cookie table at my wedding
& I’m moving again there’ll be no wind you can send
and I’ve seen not an omen
& I am changing / I am changing & if I change
& I keep wondering do you know what happened to you yet
& can you find me from up there
If I am changing
I am changing
& if I change
How will you see me then
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6. |
Grenadine
02:32
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It was the smoke breaks by the mop heads
It was Mary’s blondes in a nest on her head
polka dot red, microwave reflection
Fire escape beer, rooftop champagne
It was the view of Ego Alley off of Main
Tourists below us, sand on the ribs of highways
Sixteen & see-through, crashing ghost tours
listening to the sounds of the city through
twenty -somethings’ windows
Sixteen in platform shoes
Suspended then dumped too
Fortune was looking for me
And I was looking for you
It was taking shots in the backroom
It was pink hairpins & getting off to
hard rock because she liked it too
New Year’s Eve we were all tipsy
From the rooftop we could smell
Gasoline, grenadine
& the bleach from mopping
She always said they come too
They always come back too soon
What you are looking for is also looking for you
Sixteen & see-through, crashing ghost tours
listening to the sounds of the city through
twenty -somethings’ windows
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7. |
Violet Lozenge
03:05
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Picture this a bitch in yesterday's lingerie
eating broccolini / patio seating
moved out of my ex's place
didn't have a couch to claim
still learning to be at home
in my wanting
You made me a couch crumb
pushed my thumbs
against your momentum
and what bloomed there
was rum blush & pent up chest hair
Somewhere I lost my anger
easier to be a stranger
to my own desire
I am not yours
but alone on June's porch
even in a rainbow leotard
what am I good for
What could've been is not what happened
we couldn't been
opulent
We used to talk, sweet talk
bloodstone, chosen family, foretold
When we're old
won't do what we're told
too many Tom Collins
one violet lozenge
in every pocket of our
vegan fur lined coats
we could be
ethical, diabolical
Crones
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8. |
Morricone
04:04
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Strung me along like Morricone
We were just two phony cowboys
Whiskey background noise
I was a knock-kneed knockout, naive
Leaving
Now my heart swings more than saloon doors
Chorus 1:
Because after, hoop skirts fell flat
wore shooting stars
hit bars just to bat eyelashes
strike matches
Verse 2:
In my corsets
Am I doing this
right
Stretched long, thin
Canoodling
Night crier deserted
your fire / stoked by
somebody else
Chorus 2:
After all that, hoop skirts fell flat
wore spurs, smoked backwards
just to fan
bad embers
red vespers
If I knew anything about stars
I’d know collapse from a lantern
Outro:
To wet my fingers, to put you out
I might have been that black hole
pulling anything in
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9. |
Glass of Olives
03:53
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In Duluth
Ordered a dirty martini
Extra dirty, gin olives in
The bartender thanked me
for ordering correctly
& gave me a full glass of olives
It was a sweet gesture
I stole the glass
Been thinking lately
About how brutal I make myself out to be
Even Clemenza brought back a treat
for his wife
Added sugar to sauce with the same hand
He handled a knife
He said why
don’t you tell that girl
you love her
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10. |
Neckline
03:33
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I waited
Yeah I waited for you
I would’ve traded in
my dress for you
You ruined me
And I let you
I wanted
To lay you down
Did you want it
To have my gown
Splayed around your legs
We could’ve traded dregs
Of our wet mouths
I still want you
Even when I’m not supposed to
Did you want it
Did you want it too
I left that room
I didn’t want to
Halter necklines
A love letter to you
Sealed around me
Hoop skirt around me
Your hands through the tulle
In Harvard Square
A man carried flowers
Behind his back
How you touch me
How you wrapped my stems
Deadened the sound
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11. |
Neckline (Deluxe Version)
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12. |
Grenadine (WVKR Session)
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13. |
Twos (WVKR Session)
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14. |
Morricone (Single Version)
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15. |
Nightshade
04:04
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Like a folded atlas
You said
You were looking at the audience
& I was looking at you
I used to
Beg to be
The color of road maps
Of car windows opening
I touched your shoulder
& you reached back for me
Was the air between us hungry
Or was it
Only me
You tell me
not to cheat
Your hand
on my knee
You tell me
not to cheat
Your hand
on my knee
In the letter you said
There’s certain kinds of restraint:
space, brevity, spareness
Got carried away in my blue dress
You started practicing distance
(Between my legs weeping
Cerulean)
& I was practicing quiet
(My hips
To the highway
sighing )
I’ve been thinking about you
& calling it space, restraint
Remember the pulsing moon
over the rough and tumbling
how you
Ran up ahead
where the dead
tended fields of quiet
We were meadow walking
The trees were reaching out
The grass was sleep breathing
Everything felt like crying
If I’m not wanted
If I’m not wanted
If I’m not wanted
If I’m not wanted
If I’m not wanted
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16. |
Tony Soprano (Deluxe Version)
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