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Suspicion
04:00
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suspicion. suspicion can make you blind. just ask anybody with half a mind if they can imagine something in half...do you scream? do you scream or do you laugh? suspicion. suspicion can make you weak.
Like running, you’re running Trying to speak. I can hear all the breathing in between. You should rest. You should rest your head on me. have a little faith in me
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Kissing Song
04:33
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the phones ringing. It’s been ringing all morning and the Knocking isn’t starting or stopping and there’s Screaming in the streets, it’s like barking It’s nothing. They are kissing. They don’t hear anything
they don’t notice the lightning it’s striking at the satellite Fighting with Everything for control of the ceiling, it’s winning and the rain pours down on them. Soaking the carpet their shoes and the furniture. He needs her to drown out all the water and noise in his head. Someone’s choking. Someone’s praying so hard they are listening to the stained glass for answers that aren’t coming , from the walls which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside. And it’s lean- ing all it’s weight to the brick and it’s meaning that will make them lovesick
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Mud & Stars
02:37
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Two men looked out through bars. One saw mud, the other stars. I think(with eyes like ours) there are stars in mud. What could the Lover do but fix his downcast eyes on you? wanting to fix you too, Show
you how to see? Maybe theres nothing more to feeling than getting sore. but Im willing to hurt you more to show you what I mean. Meaning to you is something to destroy, or so it seems in your dreams something screams, something dumb and cursory like Joy.
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Traffic
04:06
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traffic. honk your horn like you weren’t born into a line where you’re stuck behind some sad like-mind that you can’t know.
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Kids in a Play
03:42
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We are like kids in a play set in the Victorian Age. we only know what to say because we practiced at home, Or we rehearsed on the bus next to kids just like us who couldn’t help but think we
were weird. You will open your mouth and it will cue me to start to speak of the south like I had been there and you will forgive yourself as you mouth my words. I think it’s your turn to leave and throw a fit and I will mumble and grieve in an aside that brings the crowd to their Feet and makes you cry. What if no one comes? What if we get bored? Will you fit my clothes if we should switch roles?
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Accordion Song
03:19
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Please could you turn around? Drop your dress on the ground. Step up here. Stand right there. Don’t be shy. cause you have fair skin and we are fair men. You have
fair skin. Try not to move cause if you do we may not Capture you the way we want to. We’re Tired Too. but we’re Paying you to be very still cause we cannot get through to the people without you. The people Demand you.
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Scars
03:29
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I think I reduced you to those crazy shoes you wore the day I decided that I wanted you (maybe I just wanted the Shoes to fit me) Hudson again, might as well be Mars,
people everywhere french-kissing in their cars These romantic scenes denigrate ours They’re scripted in stars. When you gonna get out? can i hint more than shouting Its not About You Its About Me? give me something to doubt, something sharp Do it now, Everybody I know has scars. Maybe later we can compare ours.
I'm sorry
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Without You
03:31
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A bird flies overhead and I appear part of this stone table over which I’ve spread my head. I like your verse but it’s too well rehearsed to be clean Do you mean to tell me that Im not allowed anymore? so you’ve
shut me out at last (who really gives a damn for the past?) I wasn’t offering much reward What do I do with all the Love Ive stored? word from you it splits into a year gone by and still I cock my head at the seasons while you mock advertised reason. You mock advertised reason, and you’d mock me now I want to advertise for this feeling without you.
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French
03:14
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You are always blowing smoke in my face in my sleep. La Vie Reve Des Anges Nous Sommes Comme Les Enfants Quand Nous Dorment and I’ll be the one to hold you with my eyes. Smoke comes from your
fingers and from your mouth I turn away but it hits me somehow. I feel light-headed it makes me weak, I think that the smoke retards me when we speak (and we hardly speak) You are always blowing smoke and if you kiss me sideways I can feel it in my Sidewalks they make bad highways to the place where you are and I could drive all night, baby If i had a car. If i had a car. LA VIE REVE DES ANGES NOUS SOMMES COMME LES ENFANTS QUAND NOUS DORMENT and Ill be the one to wake you with my eyes
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Honey Bee
04:11
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Hey my little HoneyBee. Baby been sweet on me. Hey my little HoneyBee. Oh, My Queen Bee. Rock me to my soul. Rock me to my soul. Baby, Baby. To my soul. Can you dig
the sound? Oh, watch it now, looking around. Stop Now, Shake it some. Dancin now, havin fun. Ooh, my soul, rock me to my soul. Baby wont you come by me? Spare me all the misery. Sugar wont you come by me. Oh I know you'd agree. My soul, Rock me to soul. This song was made for Lovers.
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Dawn Landes Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Dawn Landes is a singer-songwriter with roots in Kentucky and NYC, now living in North Carolina. She has released multiple albums and her songs have been featured in commercials, popular films, and TV shows. Landes tours internationally and has performed with The Boston Pops, NYC Ballet, and at TED. ... more
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