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i'll always have a sense of simple beauty and beautiful simplicity and love and a birds view and orange-lit stages and shoeless car rides down ohio lanes spilling cassette tapes and sunny kitchen windows and chimney smoke and indian-style laughs and gingham kisses and white sheets on sunday mornings and wood floors on wednesday afternoons and sparkling wet streets and walks and dusty shoes and beestings and clean songs and open windows ...that i find all too easy to believe will never come to the surface.
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on a walk in the wet woods
birds like frantic stagehands put spring together
i’m not thinking of you
but your house is dangerously close
will i be chased away by your ghost
or will you come find me
and take my arm, show me out
thanks anyway
but while you’re still breathing near me
whisper a name i don’t know
because i need to be turned inside out by somebody else
i need a new voice
to tell me i’m confused
i think i understand now
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what does love smell like
the azalea bushes where we skinned our knees
the apple orchard where we climbed a tree
to see the distant chimneys
your voice floating on the crackling leaves
your hair of dryer sheets
like the smelling salts of your medicine breath
what does love smell like
your clothes like fresh paint
or is just your unchanged hamster cage
what does love smell like
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your boy-stained hands
they tap my glass
and they break my sleep
you've done this before
but i'm not the same boy
and you're not the same girl
and it wouldn't make a difference anymore
something's running through you tonight
and it brought you here but dew dries and dust collects
you only came tonight to make sure you're not dead
your pretty pleas wont make me forget
that yellow summer with dawns on fire
i never could sleep you were so damn tired
i'd answer the phone your voice would ring in the air
i'd say hello but you never were there
now your cold night skins on my windowsill
while i was alone for every cicada swell
i can't touch this unfamiliar attire
but i know i can walk till dawns on fire
what's running through you tonight
that brought you here dew dries and dust collects
you only came tonight to make sure you're not dead
your pretty pleas wont make me forget
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i'm a tree with no leaves
she's a star up above
it's halloween
i'm a ghost, she wants blood, i'm a ghost, she wants blood, i'm a ghost, she wants blood
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i push the parlor doors
it's every girl for herself
or every girl for me
don't let your candles melt
you must have heard me last night
or heard me the night before
because tonight your chairs propped against your door
i see the train, the hall, the glen, the ballroom
but i can't do any harm
when all the girls are gone
there's no need to hide
from your bedside
i can't break your heart
if it wont start
it's 1911 tonight
i'm at your 1911 bedside
i think it's your 1911 bedtime
i push the parlor doors
it's every girl for herself
or every girl for me
don't let your candles melt
you must have heard me last night
or heard me the night before
because tonight your chairs propped against your door
i see the train, the hall, the glen, the ballroom
but i can't do any harm
i see your walls, your books, your floor, your door,
but i can't do any harm
i see your hair, your shoes, your hips, your lips,
when all the girls are gone
it's 1911 tonight
i'm at your 1911 bedside
i think it's your 1911 bedtime
isn't it your 1911 bedtime
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true love oh baby
true love oh baby
true love oh baby
true love
it's shrew love
shrew love
shrew love
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at night when you go to sleep
after setting all your traps
there'll be a wet wainscoting birth
for the sound of every snap
we just wanted the body back
for every night of troubled sleep
clinging tightly to your broom
we will be giving birth in the walls of every room
oh the water that will break
the water that will break
the water that we'll break
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perhaps you were a tree
and i was a pear
well surprise, i'm dead
you've left me so very happy
in my sad kind of way
hiding in a horse hedge
i couldn't keep quiet
my weird voice
had to sing til you were sick
now the things that you wrote me
with your delicate hands
are like happiness trapped in a film
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released October 31, 2007
