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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
October's got those orange eyes
But somehow I still lost sight When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head And kissed me goodnight She could be a thorn in my side We never quite broke that horse She slept in the cul-de-sac rye Seven miles from my front porch Bundle up and come with me now Down the road where to the burned down barn We could make a blanket of coats And breathe our souls into the neighbor's front lawn But, oh god, that look in your eye Trouble that does not search words It sprung from the biblical vine and Awaiting to return to the dirt The stitches in your winter clothes Your cello bows We stole your hair to make them We're sorry for the iron shoes We nailed to you And stuck you in the rain And then you sprinted away Sprinted away to where I don't know God's moving in your bloodstream Where the cross beats aren't so slow You swept all the red from my cheeks I didn't hear you come back inside I light up the gas in the den And stand there in the thin winter light But, oh god, that curve in your spine A question mark, a doctor's sigh Was framed by the windowsill And you saw something I did not in that night You saw something I did not in that night The stitches in your winter clothes Your cello bows We stole your hair to make them We're sorry for the iron shoes We nailed to you And stuck you in the rain And then you sprinted away Sprinted away to where I don't know God's moving in your bloodstream Where the cross beats aren't so slow God's moving in your bloodstream Where the cross beats aren't so slow... (x 5) |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to Only told to stay away I almost had an accident at age 6 When I found the key in the attic And now the smell of these wood frames Is the only sense I've left So as you pull me from the bed Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous And since you are my friend I would ask that you lower me down slow And tell the man in the black cloak He doesn't need to trouble his good soul With those latin conjugations And if it's all the same to them You should tell your gathering friends Please not to purse their faces grim On such a lovely sunday Don't fix my smile, life is long enough We will put this flesh into the ground again |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
Do you ever play with kids in the basement
Soot upon your face so you were a hot mess All your little molars cracked in the pressure Come here little sister, let's get you to bed But oh you caught me sleeping in the power sockets You caught me mildew in the tiles of the bathroom And oh you shot a glance like I was doing okay Oh I am never on my way Do you ever run with him in the morning And think about jumping over the back fence Seven different places need a bit of mending All we use our eyes to fill in most the gaps But oh you caught me sleeping in the power sockets You caught me mildew in the tiles of the bathroom And oh you shot a glance like I was doing okay Oh I am never on my way The reason my molars are so broken Is I spend too much time ghosting With the likes of you and yours The reason my insides are so swollen Is I spend too much time ghosting With the likes of you and yours The reason my molars are so broken Is I spend too much time ghosting With the likes of you and yours The reason my insides are so swollen Is I spend too much time ghosting With the likes of you and yours |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
Do me this solid
If you would pretty lady Please grab your martini And meet me on the balcony I've prepared a light show You could fake a melody We could argue over where and when The cymbal hits should be Hannah takes the stairs And I usually take the elevator Every now and then she offers me A lemon Now and Later Please don't play the matchmaker Please don't be a player hater If you dig her recent work Then you should go congratulate her And if you're partial to the night sky If you're vaguely attracted to rooftops Hannah takes the stairs Cause she can't tell That it's a winding spiral case Is she right side up Or upside-down? So Hannah let your roots grow Let your blue veins show If I need to take a breath Then you can take a trumpet solo I'll work on the limbs if You work on the torso and If it gets to be too much Then you could lend a helping hand And if you're partial to the night sky If you're vaguely attracted to rooftops Hannah takes the stairs Cause she can't tell That it's a winding spiral case Is she right side up Or upside-down? Hannah takes the stairs Cause she can't tell That it's a winding spiral case Is she outside-in Or inside out? |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
Well I've been making some cold calculations regarding our body heat
It's not easy, believe me You liken me to a vampire My left hand was wearing fake plastic teeth, all winter I've taken you for all you were worth Well I'm afraid I'm not qualified to do any of these things for you Well I'm afraid I'm not gonna give you back any of those kilojoules Late nights and weekends our hearts only walk slowly on the local track So I've arranged for your phobias to be performed by a string quartet Shoot me one of those glances I need to interpret I've been feeling well-rested and healthy Well I'm afraid I'm not qualified to do any of these things for you And I'm afraid I'm not gonna give you back any of those kilojoules Late nights and weekends our hearts only go so slowly on the local track So I've arranged for your phobias to be performed by a string quartet |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
I am starting to sense your location
You are somewhere in the attic Looking something close to tragic Knitting T-shirts and your mattress I'm floating up the stairwell With my toes grazing the cedar Thinking softly what a tinder box we live in And what a flammable heart I've been given You could be in several different places I am sensing your location I am starting to sense your location You are somewhere in the basement Beating on a makeshift drum kit Songs that I can hardly stomach And I'm floating up the stairwell With my fingers shaking frantic Thinking softly what a concrete mess we live in And what an icebox heart I've been given You could be in several different places I am sensing your location You could be in several different I am starting to sense your locale now I am starting to sense your location In an old abandoned mansion In the country side of England Spirits trapped inside the linens And you're feeling quite at home there Also feeling somewhat lonely No one sees you in your pixelated fishnets And your black and orange barrettes You could be in several different places I am sensing your location You could be in several different I am starting to sense your locale now Oh please believe the ghost in me is doing what I can to find you out |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
Shut me up with your long tube socks
They don't scream, "Hey, let's just be friends" Look at both my inkwells brimming I was much less understanding then How many stars you think you possess? How many in your butterfly net? Build me a star in your forehead You were so misunderstood back then But I think I get you now I think I get you now This is me starring In a stranger's nightmare (x4) Don't let the bathwater get too high You will be a flood of porcelain Lines clotted on the inside It's digging hard into your tiles And we're going to flood this house We're going to flood this house This is me starring In a stranger's nightmare (x4) |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
We beg rebirth to take us up
Parade our souls out by the back gate Some claw the ground Some cut the air Some warm the seas But what will you be and when? And I swim through dirt to find you out And a whale without his family history is And I used to shout to find my way in the water Find my distant memory failed Look into the reigns of a great estate Better lights pull you out of the ground Seep into the wood of the great estates Animals your soul will guide Give into the reigns of the great estates Better lights pull you out of the ground Seep into the wood of the great estates Animals your soul will guide Give into the reigns of the great estates Better lights pull you out of the ground Seep into the wood of the great estates Animals your soul will guide Give into the reigns of the great estates Better lights pull you out of the ground Seep into the wood of the great estates Animals your soul will guide Give into the reigns of the great estates Better lights pull you out of the ground Seep into the wood of the great estates Animals your soul will guide |
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from Freelance Whales - Weathervanes (2009)
I am convinced that we could be friends
We have several interests in common In common And I am convinced that we have been friends Were you a Tahitian grain of sand In a past life? Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends I am convinced that we should be friends We compare our hearts to things that fly But cannot land Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends Please don't put your fret into the ways we could be friends Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends I can count the ways on my two hands, we could be friends |
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