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Pinky Promise
04:16
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And we swing from the tree by the public pool
Facing the creek in the afternoon
And though we both know it is forbidden
No one can keep our bodies from spinning
I wanna know you like the tip of my tongue
Like the smell of chlorine in an autumn sun
I wanna notice the habits you stole
I know I don't act so old up close
You used to look like me, mophead and all
But you name the slugs and I go for the salt
And we swing from the tree by the public pool
Facing the creek in the afternoon
And though we both know it is forbidden
No one can keep our bodies from spinning
First sunburn of the longest year
You wear it like a crown
The whole family calls you the miracle fish
Since the last time you almost drowned
We're gonna argue the point of this song
We're going dancing the next time I'm home
And we swing from the tree by the public pool
Facing the creek in the afternoon
And though we both know it is forbidden
No one can keep our bodies from spinning
Imagine us in the kitchen in Nottingham
Our kids and our partners locked in the other room
That's not a future that I would plan
For myself or for you my friend
It's just a promise I'll always be around
It's just a promise I'll always be around
(Lean your head back, let the blood rush)
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2. |
Pride
03:53
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Everybody else walked out of a painting
and I feel like a catalog:
a copy-paste-print portrait of a woman,
cover of your favorite song.
But you glow in the warm white house lights.
You are the orchid of opening night, blooming next to me.
I am an accessory,
I'll meet you in the mezzanine.
Letters mark the rows, an excuse to look at my toes
instead of watching your left brain
swimming through the crowd in the suit I chose.
I know you put yourself first,
probably getting a drink to get closer to her.
I know it's hard. I know it's work.
Straining my neck to lock eyes with you,
the house band plays In A Sentimental Mood.
You kiss her cheek, knit your brows and cross the room.
You're gonna ask me to dance but I can't feel my hands.
Everybody's looking at you. Every body is your friend.
You ask if I'm alright and I'm shaking my head.
I'll never forget the next thing you said, that
I'm not the jealous type! I have an imaginative mind
and you hold me and say don't cry,
or do, if it's what you need. Is it what you need?
I said that's pride, pride, pride.
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3. |
The Fisherman
05:31
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He takes his rod to the end of the creek
It's been a long time without her, too long to speak
and he casts his line into the greenest sky
He's looking for gold at the bottom
said there's gotta be youth in the moss and the muck
and he dives right in, right on time
and the crayfish wonder why
watching the water go down
and the sea becomes the sky
watching the water go down
he's floating now with the rainbow trout
over the willows, headed south
to the promised land, he's drowning for the dream
and he's swallowing up all the sediment,
said it's gotta be full of vitamins
and he wants to look good when he meets his queen
but the current decides the way
watching the water go down
all the pebbles stop to pray
watching the water go down
At long last he reaches the foot of the falls
it's not what he expected at all
there's a girl out there with pigtails and overalls
and she reaches for his hand and he takes it
and washes up on land!
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Temerarious lover, the seed
of a forest fire, an immaculate lie.
Fiber of mine, she weaves to wander
solitude to understand.
I was an apricot before I met you. Sweet
when you were not a low-hung fruit.
Pick me.
Pick me, pick me.
All the green giggles as the arid land meets my bare feet and hands.
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4. |
Under My Nose
05:35
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Think I got it from my daddy,
Ever since I can remember I've been so full of worry
It's over my head and under my nose
When I'm missing a sock
I curse the world for my chronic bad luck but I know
It's over my head and under my nose
See my college degree?
Well it makes a damn fine cup of coffee, rest assured
It's over my head and under my nose
I never had any money
I laugh at my debts because they're funny and I know
They're over my head and under my nose
And I don't really like the president
I listen to him speak with my teeth clenched cuz it feels
So over my head and under my nose
I might've gained a little weight
Cuz nothing feels as good as eating the whole cake
It's over my head and under my nose
Better write this one down, fast
Cuz I'm scared that every decent song's gonna be my last even though
That's over my head and under my nose
I love my little sister
but I never know what to say to her it feels
Over my head, under my nose
And I'm afraid to die
Before I get everything I want out of life even though
That's over my head and under my nose
Guess I'll go outside
Talk to god like I've been doing it this whole time
It's over my head and under my nose
Mmm, it's over my head and under my nose
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5. |
Carnal Love
02:31
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My, my, my
She's looking at you
Singing show tunes in the waiting room, setting the mood
And my, my, my
You're putting the dog down
She digs her nails into your legs, saying there's no mistakes
There's nothing you can do now, he's heaven-bound
My, my, my
You know it's not right
But you let your mind go traveling to the end of your life
And time, time, time is finite
You shiver when you realize
That my, my, my baby is my lifeline
My lifeline
Ooo, you're gonna take her with your carnal love
Your carnal love, your carnal love
Ooo, you're gonna make her your new lung
Your new lung, your new lung
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6. |
Amelia in Rollerblades
03:32
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Chicken skin on my last leg
The meat of me is green and grey
There are many things I can't outrun
I go on walks to get unspun
But on the tennis court she glides
Cutting the wind with her golden thighs
I am compelled by the sound
Of plastic wheels on solid ground
Til the flesh between her skirt and top
Reminds me of what I am not
Could be an earthworm in her smile
As her golden wing severs the sky
She's interrupted by a stone
I envy the pavement for stunning the bone
Someone should help her I see her bleed
Surprised she's made of the same things as me
I keep moving, she's probably just fine
And how does one get an obit in the New York Times?
Well if I'm gonna do it, she's gotta have a name
Well it must be Amelia in Rollerblades
Oh it must be Amelia in Rollerblades
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7. |
Spineless
03:58
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Never was the quiet kind
But I am silenced by the amber
In my lover's eye
My voice is thin and hollow, I have no soliloquies
For he is velvet in its rawest form, I respond with mimicry
And I notify my masses, I change all of my locks
I am a different person when I act like I'm in love
One more time I am reminded of my lack of spine
I am a passenger everytime we drive
My humanity is simplified by my lover's side
It is easy to touch someone
Gentle and profound to place a hand upon his thigh
And a lip on his mouth
One more time I am reminded of my lack of spine
Soon it will be over and when this all is through
I will run into my lover at the park behind the school
He is with another woman
She is freckled, she is tame
We have similar faces, I'm instantly ashamed
And I get a little closer, I overhear him say
That I know I know that woman
But I can never remember her name
One more time I am reminded of my lack of spine
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8. |
Good Ol' Green Gills
04:11
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9. |
And One More Thing
02:49
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I don't know the day
I barely know the time
I'm a sentimental person and I'm losing my mind
When the rest of me finally comes to
and the hours have all disappeared,
I'll always have one left for you, no matter how I feel
You like to tell me
I'm at the prime of my life
So why do I feel like I'm looking through the eyes
of a woman, 100 years old,
who's long-since run out of tears?
Well she'll always have one left for you, no matter how I feel
I might be sitting in the yard,
strumming some chords,
but I've heard all the rhymes and the melodies before
when nothing I write feels new
and I've got no more songs in my ears
well I'll always have one left for you,
I'll always have one left for you,
I'll always have one left for you,
no matter how I feel
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