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Yeah the motor works in an empty room
Yeah the trigger works a bit too soon
There’s an ocean floor on the Acela Express
Between Boston and D.C.
I been to the 92nd Street Y
I been to the Ritz Carlton Hotel
What’s it to you
If you catch me crying
Or I wear your shirt
Or I look through your briefcase
I could do much worse
And you call me Son
And I call you Daddy
And I pay my rent for June
You don’t hold my head but you made me breakfast
There a piece of toast with blackcurrant jam
And I trim my privates just the way you like
So you can see your boy so new
Oh, my bride
Baby, you deserve such a fine guitar
Ain’t gonna hold my breath like one of them city boys
I’m gonna blow it right out
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Homeless Summer '96
04:25
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I kept a journal for the first part of the summer
I wasn't hanging around no more
And that was the year that our semen turned watery and clear
And you took to wearing your father's clothes
And abandoned me for the Poconos
Oh, how I, untogether
I wanted to lie in your field
In your field
And stray wherever you chose to stray and I
Four days into football some kid swiped my cleats
I walked home past the Reich’s Estate
And it'd been two years since the conclusion came to you
And beyond the gazebo where the boys liked to fight
They’d laugh through their teeth and through the night
Oh, how I, untogether
I wanted to lie in your field
In your field
Then an airplane exploded in the sky
Then I stopped writing down all my dirty thoughts
And vowed to keep my suicides to myself
And I renewed my subscription to the wayward magazine
And I kissed the wood of my sister's armoire
Then I nailed that journal to a tree
Oh, how I, untogether
I wanted to lie in your field
In your field
And how we were born a different kind of lamb
I started school with a sore on my lip
And the white of my eyes burned red
And I felt your struggle and the way it passed by my feet
And I wished I’d confessed you were the drum of my life
Fast to water
Fast to light
Oh, how I, untogether
I wanted to lie in your field
In your field
And when we undressed
We undressed for good and I
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Three Quarter Day Blues
03:56
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Well I spend my time with the old muscle mag
Wishing I shared a smile with the man on the cliff
I know my name isn’t Jeremy Sams
And I know my body don’t move that a way
But I’m waking in the morning all I see is myself again
So what are you gonna do
Gonna rub my beard
What was I thinking
So on my nights off I like to dance on my own
Some nights I go for a walk
Some nights I stay home
If there’s one thing I learned from living in the city
You shouldn’t plan your trip to the moon so soon
You better take that hotel job and you can live when your shift is through
So what you gonna do
Gonna bury myself in what I been drinking
So I end up in Staten Island in some stranger’s tub
Just got laid off from Merrill Lynch
So I guess I was feeling sorry for the guy
He says, I got Babel on DVD
Some porn I got in Amsterdam that’ll blow you away
And he’s washing my back but I know I’ll never get it clean again
So what you gonna do
Gonna ruin myself
Then I’ll really be sinking
So I’m back at my post at the Gentleman’s Club
And I’m feeling less tired than I did at the top of the stairs
I got my cot and my running shoes
My fishing rod
Three quarter day blues
Anything I want I can fit in my hand
When the going gets tough
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For Jim
04:22
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Oh Jim just say we’re the same
I changed my shirt
I changed my name
Still it’s kind of you to address me still
I must admit I’ve grown attached
It’s no big deal most of the time
But tonight I just can’t hide it
Walking on stilts in the rain
We got human eyes now resting sweet
I had a tutor once
I dream of her but once a year
On the anniversary her mother died
Now she’s got her city and I got mine
Oh my you’re looking thin
I’m shut in the room I been sinning in, all right
Judas fingers, coast to coast
I know you
Where the boys swing, I swing
Where the boys swing, I swing
There was a fire at The Hartt School
A piano major got trapped in the practice room
He didn’t call or cause a fuss
He just closed the door and went on back
To that “Golliwog’s Cakewalk”
Walking on stilts in the rain
We got human eyes now resting sweet
I had a lover once
He went wild, wild, wild and crazy kids
Once you leave you can’t get shit back
Like the night I left my watch in the cul-de-sac
It’s getting cold
Dropping names with your crooked truth
I know you
Where the boys swing, I swing
Where the boys swing, I swing
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Flamingo & Pines
03:58
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So I’ve read “Everything that Rises Must Converge”
And “A Good Man is Hard to Find”
But now that I’ve left the university
There’s no more books for me to read
Just that empty hand
So now I gotta get somewhere
And I wanna comb my hair
The way it used to be when I was free
Yeah, and it’s hard when all your love is for just one boy
Yeah, and it’s hard when all your love is for just one boy
So now I was in love once, sure
And I had a granddad too
And he told me all about my Gram
But now I gotta pack my things
And I gotta wear these rings
But they’re not who I am
Yeah, so I’ve fallen but I never meant to fall this low
Yeah, so I’ve fallen but I never meant to fall this low
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I fell out with my friend
At the time it didn’t much bother me
I fell out with my baby
Now he’s drinking out of some other faggot’s bottle
You always felt safe
'Neath the awning of your early days
And the grandiose mazurkas
But beyond all those dolphins
Like swimming through your bloodstream
You loved dancing to the music, didn’t you
Now kicking in this gray shaped room
Past the airport, Wood Island
The broken and the heavy and the blue
There's an end to the roughhousing
There's an end to the debauchery
The campaign to kill the sparrows
There's a word for loneliness
And there’s a word for dizziness
And the freedom of throwing bottles in the street
And I swore then and out the door
And gonna take you to the marketplace
Gonna walk along the tracks till it gets dark
And how I'll scream I hate this train
On the gown that my mother made
Wasn’t born to hold that babe in my arms
Always, always
All that I could’ve offered him leaning on them shelter doors
All that I could’ve offered him leaning on them shelter doors
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A Jet for a Day
02:11
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Be a Jet for a day
Be a Jet for a day
Be a Jet for a day
Be a Jet for a day
And at the top
I can see the city from the top of the hill
I ain’t got my elbows on the windowsill
And at the top
I wish I was Kimber Shoop from Broadcast News
I still got the Lord
I got my baby blues
And at the top
How come my baby just like the slow song
Schule, schule I-rue
Schule I rack-a-shack
Schule I barbeque
When I sell that salla babba eel
And fa-fa-fa means sad song
Be a Jet for a day
And at the top
Be a Jet for a day
Be a Jet for a day
Be a Jet for a day
I can see the city from the top of the hill
I ain’t got my elbows on the windowsill
And at the top
I wish I was Kimber Shoop from Broadcast News
I still got my health
I got my baby blues
And at the top
How come my baby just like the slow song
Schule, schule I-rue
Schule I rack-a-shack
Schule I barbeque
When I sell that salla babba eel
And fa-fa-fa means sad song
Be a Jet for a day
And at the top
Be a Jet for a day
And at the top
Be a Jet for a day
And at the top
Be a Jet for a day
And at the top
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All's you need is a summer sun
All's you need’s a toothy smile
And away you go
And on the clearest dawn to rub up against
I pissed your bed
Oh, how high we came in the weeds
Seven bridges above us
The braille of your skin
The nail’s in the wood
But not a single frame
The nail’s in the wood
Lazy by the pond
With gnats in our ears
We were sticky sweet
Oh, how I wanted to stay right by your side
All the time
Till we expired
More light on the bear suit
On the deer meat
On the maps of the world
More light on the government
On the conduit
On the soaking wet
More light on the blind girl
On the day girl
On the baby girl
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After my convalescent leave
And I’m back to the north
And I’m the loneliest cloud left after the storm
And I’m tired
You say I’m always tired
When I was a boy I used to ride to the beach
I had my Discman
I had my CDs
And I was dying
At least I thought I was
Without my hands I thought I’d forget how to love
And I brought all my things out to the garage
And I brought all my things out to the garage
But it was just you and me then
Yeah, it was just you and me then
I wasn’t built for the spotlight
I was built for the wings
But I tried
Yeah, I tried
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Jersey Water
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