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Leather
03:41
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hesitation...a steady rain...casts them mountains as hills again...got busy breathing...bit right down...on my index finger...left hand...the skin it grounds...it's leather now...my head was spinning...pennyroyal tea...while i kept on whispering the lord's prayer...simultaneously...desperately...clumsily...so tired i can't sleep
give me a david bowie afterworld...where fiction always comes to life...bring me the people i have wasted...let them know that i'm alive
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Jetson
02:47
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jetson...you always sweat the morning...half asleep...and wake up in the evening...half a dream...to pick the lock with a key...to feel the nothing more of anything happening...jetson...forever in the moment...pondering the still to come of never knowing...what matters in the fill...of all time left to be...imagining the now as a then remembering
and just the other night...jetson called upon me...he said that it's not right that he should be as he seems...and so he took his life...by the reins and decreed...that he could finally see...the blessed life that he did lead...and that he could leave behind the lock and the key
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Clouds on Warm Pavement
03:14
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ah what a chance...an empty cup to fill up again and...oh what a rain...the sweet smell of a cloud on warm pavement...mmm what a find...a vacant lot in an overpopulated mind...and so i try to say all of these things now to you...i don't know why...the sentiment gets lost and screwed up...it might sound crazy...but i'm fine at least enough to know that i feel fine
ah what a town...lifts you up as it brings you down and...oh what a pace...says what's that and then makes you wait for...something to change...well i've got my girls and i'll finally be on my way...or so i'll try...in keeping with the things i tell you...i don't know why...it's hard to say i'm feeling better...i'm done with chasing...but it's easier to see than is to recognize
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The Green Beside
02:12
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across the city and below the sky...mouth wide open for the fall to try...skin gets heavy but my bones are light...looking for another way to crash tonight i...slow mo taking to the green beside...looking at me long and i'm looking at you shy i...kinda wanna wanna but there's water in my ear...shake it off and get there but the get's already here...tell me that you wanna...tell me that you wanna...tell me that you wanna...oh come on come on come on come on yeah...oh come on come on come on come on yeah...down to america you gotta get caught up on the concrete sinking in your thinking of the...what makes a kind retreat some earth to rest your feet a head kept neat to tame the beast intentions of...it drives me mystic...i can never be inside the feeling i can never be inside...no wonder
time gets ready for some time away...anything can happen with nothing to say...mind gets tripping on the here and now and how...leave me hanging but don't leave a note...words don't mean it they cannot control...across the city and below the sky...looking for another way of getting high
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A Face Away
04:31
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i know...that a colored sky will grey...some things only memory can save
and i go...where the wilted flowers pay...to drink the deserts in their hearts away
sometimes...i feel as if we’re running...in place
my my...this road just keeps on getting...in the way
maybe...we are just a face away...or do we somehow take back what we said?
sometimes...it feels...that perhaps we’re trying to...film a book that we just never read
i...get washed out in the sunshine...
oh why...can’t I remember how to...get high
god...oh my god...just let me...please let me...get carried away
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Candied
03:53
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i cannot quit your candied heart cause candy is the sweetest part of an otherwise delinquent appetite...but such indulgence surely isn’t right
you cannot find my better face...for this one’s an acquired taste and one can’t judge a cover by its book...and things tend to distort the more you look
someone left the light on...that’s slowly disinviting you...oh it’s true...someone turned their brights on...to white out what’s approaching you...yes, it’s true
i’ve loved for once and loved for all...been better then than better off...still i can’t understand it when you say...that hey, things just sometimes turn out that way
you took me in you took me on...we laughed so hard i almost thought...that maybe i could give more than I take...but i can’t seem to hear the sound I make
someone came to find the...person that’s becoming you...oh it’s true...give them a reminder...remember me to one I knew
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Human Being
03:13
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i'll write you something once i can get you off my mind...something you might not sing but still might memorize...right now the words are where there's too many tongues untied...so hard to lose, so hard to find...in a state of ruin, on a bed of nails...underneath a moon, turned away and pale...closed my eyes to find you, held my breath to breathe...left my skin to wander, left my mind to be...hold everything...
i'd give you everything but there's nothing here that's mine...just little pieces of a mirror left behind...forever's easy when i'm so bad at telling time...it's hard to lose, it's hard to find...if you write me off, i will write you in...get a little older than the old we've been...you're an institution, i'm a state of mind...given to the fancy of some grand design...well oh well it's me, nippin' at your heels...trippin' on your words just to know how it feels...to remember me, as i want to be...
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Godbreath
02:53
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got caught in your armor...sleeping for days...dreamt i was a soldier...that died of old age...now i am more...a sky than a floor...now i am yours...to leave at the door
got caught in a war and...fought for both sides...i sued for peace and...i said alright...now i am free...to return to my home...though she is with me...she is alone
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She Went Ghost
03:43
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she went ghost for awhile, learned to play dead in the wild...with her words and his song, a pretty mouth to sing along...the only thing that she knows now is how to be, to be without...the only thing she understands is how to be without this man...
what a way to mirror...what a way to disappear...in between the lines...the only ones she memorized...never got it right...until she left it all behind...
so she took off, off her skin, walked away and went to him...with her veins full of bees, a crucifix between her knees...the stereo left in her wake preserves the shelter she did make...remember me to her today, tell her best to stay away...
what a way to mirror...what a way to disappear...in between the lines...the only ones she memorized...never got it right...until she left it all behind...
i can never feel forever...unless there's someone's life to measure...one day you are such a fixture...then you're gone before i missed you...say hello to those i cannot...and to those i may have forgot...take this peace i pray it holds you...take his hand and don't let go you, shine where once the darkness held you.
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Souvenir
03:54
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weigh these maybes...baby I’m aging...paper and walls surround...sky combs this weathered ground...winged...child it...still works without it...look underneath the layers...always remember there...this here’s sacred...god’s what you make it...mine is a souvenir...left in between your ears...don’t hold your breath...more is less...
(while you slept i left some feeling sometimes thoughts they lack in meaning)
don’t forget your...lines lest they’re not yours...fashion a simple prayer out of the fruit you bear...tell all darling...don’t miss your calling...i tried to let it out...i couldn’t let it out...don’t hold your breath...more is less...
(while you slept i left some feeling sometimes thoughts they lack in meaning)
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...swallow...
02:51
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Luis Betancourt New York
Luis Betancourt is a songwriter living in North Hero, VT. His songs incorporate a variety of guitars (acoustic/electric, baritone, bass), electronics/programming, and vocals to create a homegrown, intimate and sometimes experimental vibe. Elements of folk, pop, psych, & rock can be heard throughout. Besides his solo project, he also regularly performs and records with AVO and the Whiskey Spitters. ... more
Luis Betancourt recommends:
Killin' Me!
by Brotherhood of the Jug Band Blues
It's a titty-lickin Sunday with Ernesto Gomez & Co.
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This is my other project with Ronnie DF and Raj Maddela. rockpopsoul nuggets.
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The Convincer (20th Anniversary Edition)
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