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Dorothy
00:59
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Brother Albert can you lend me
your holy wings on bended knee
so I may rest my weary eyes
spend my days wasting my time
In suit and tie, you check your wrist watch
a true believer in the eyes of God
by the light of Saint Emanuel
he kissed you gently and wished you well
But I don’t know what to say to her
Dear wife and mother who’s arms hurt
I don’t know what to say to her
sacred woman in the suburbs
We’re true believers in the eyes of God
But I don’t know what to say to her
widowed mother who’s heart hurts
I don’t know what to say to her
sacred woman died in the suburbs
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Born baker from the inside
tinted blue with his hand tied
he sits at the table with love
drinking sunny brook and 7up
the house is thick with smoke
bellowing tobacco
she hides in her bedroom again
singing hymns of Lake Michigan
But i know
She’s too far gone
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We’ll be the first to cast stones
as we are holy and without sin
And be the first to go home
acting on your every whim
Sell your fathers things
like that color tv and class ring
the school shut it’s doors
ten years ago, maybe more
Sit on your curb
in your northern Chicago suburb
it’s a foundation I built
though we’ll both hang in guilt
Off old walnut trees
and you curse your family
pray on broken knees
for the demise of color tv
Sell your fathers things like that
color tv and class ring
the school shut it’s doors ten years ago, maybe more
Sell your fathers things
he won’t need them where he is going
it’s all built on 35
you do what you need to feel alive
Selling your fathers things
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New years Eve
and birthday parties
you came home so angry
from the bitter cold of the morning
Red stars on your hands
your fingers look broken
so ill do my part in stay sane
if you do yours and stay awake
won’t you hold my hand
my love, my sweet revenant
are we too far gone
to get back to where we were when we were young
When we were young and we didn’t have these jobs
When we were young, and we were still in love
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Figures of Santa Claus
wasting away on neighbors lawns
with the red and white paint chipping off
with the red and white paint chipping off
Visions of plastic trees
staring back at me
through the window of the front yard
the window of the front yard
Trees are covered in lights
you say we’ll be just fine
in white shirt and leather shoes
A father born in blue
born with a silver spoon
at around half past noon
Oh how quickly the mighty can fall
how quickly the mighty can fall
Towards the death of November
So quick, so cunning and clever
He rides back with his brand new bike
he rides back with his brand new bike
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Roman
03:32
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Roman, take my hand its not too late
for you to give in yet
and leave behind all of the noise
of Great Lakes, Illinois
Roman, take her hand it’s not too late
for you to give in yet
and leave behind all of the noise
of Great Lakes, Illinois
Roman
Roman, can you hear me taking?
Roman
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Halliday Season Chicago, Illinois
20 something based in Chicago IL making subpar music in her apartment.
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