1. |
Sanjay
01:06
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2. |
Pop Song
04:48
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thunder out the bedroom window
echoes down the parking lot
think I’ll turn on the TV
turn up the Radiohead CD.
Empty out the coffee grounds
wonder where the trash will go
wash my hands in the dark
blue light flickers down the hall
watching John Walsh on TV
points his finger at me
had a son who lost his head
in the mall, in the mall.
‘cause gray is setting in
and this is just a song
so cut it down again
and dream it over/up again
my mother told me,
"never talk to strangers
unless they have good candy"
my pastor always said,
"'cause you don’t love Jesus
I cannot save you"
my father told me,
"never to talk to preachers
unless you have the soul to spare"
my girlfriend always said,
"if you can’t write pop songs
what are you good for?"
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3. |
Girl on a Bus
03:51
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The rain has turned down to drizzle
By now, it has to be closer to midnight
A girl sleeps on a city bus
Dreams under florescent light
I walk back to my deadbolt
My shirt starts to soak through
And I think is this what the rain’s for
to wash the oil from the streets
And is there
nothing as lonely
as watching
her passing by
Is there nothing
as empty as midnight?
as rain
dripped from a streetlight?
I wish that the streets would be silent
That someone would unboard these windows
As the bus groans over my shoulder
But I don’t look behind
And is there
nothing as lonely
as watching
her passing by
Is there nothing
as empty as midnight
as shadow
dripped from a light
still knowing
that this is goodbye
and knowing
that this was goodbye
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4. |
Look
03:52
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by Eric Van Thiel (Salt)
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5. |
the Gift (unplugged)
07:37
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She hides in a closet
on shoebox lids
through musty suits
uncle works on a bottle
cigarettes, TV set
mom and dad scrape their plates
by the Christmas tree
they don’t see him
the bedroom door, closes in
and there’s a shotgun underneath his couch
"but he finds me...and he loves me to keep..."
"I’m feeling sick. Can we go back
to grandma’s yet?"
out on the porch
the house was loud; she told him so
walked into the yard
to get some air, against a tree
"little bitch," he called.
"too conceited to stand by me
I’ll do you a favor put you in your place."
grounded, hands around her face
"I’m feeling sick. Can we leave
the party yet?"
Empty grows a hungry smile
staring down trapped by the gaze
a body; the object; body; libido
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the Nabokov Project Appleton, Wisconsin
Formed in a basement in Eau Claire, WI in 1998 (2 doors down from "third and lake it burnt away" from Bon Iver's "Holocene"), the Nabokov Project is the work of singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist m gargo.
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