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Stronger
06:37
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You offer more, you give back
You offer less, you cut back
I never asked, I never asked
I never asked, your push and pull and puppeting
You want from me forgiveness
Why have I put myself second to you?
What do you expect from me?
What do you expect from me?
I'm not here to be kicked around
I'm so much stronger
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David & Goliath
02:28
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Take something bad, and make it good
Take something bad, and make it good
And when you know, not this, not this
You think you know: Not this, not this
Beneath the shelter of my mind
Actors sing silent soliloquys
Light filters in, leaving them blind
Mocking the scripts of directed dreams
But meet, but meet, between the quick and the dead
Don't chase the shadows in your head
Let textile winds grasp wakening veins
We cannot know joy until we conceive pain
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Haircuts for Barbers
04:24
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My mind, a vessel in the black
Selves I do not recognize, anymore
I don't order them online
I don't try them on for size
I can no longer explain
I'm too tired to emphasize
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are angry, some are entertained
Now I'm finding myself in everyone
But I'm just happening, changing minds like a motel
Making mosaics out of missing pieces
Writing Braille under your skin
Dig myself out by the roots
Drinking iron from the floor
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are angry, some are entertained
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4. |
Hazel Bones
03:38
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Sometimes hands off is what's best when
I can't keep, I can't keep from kneading my mind
Love to feel sorry for myself, or do I?
Why would I? Yes, yes, I am strong
My friends say that everything's my fault
Maybe I need better friends
I just want to hurry back home and play "Candyman"
S'morning I looked at myself in the mirror
And my family boldly stared back
Tastes smells that formed me, my mother
Her brown eyes spoke proudly through my hazel bones
Each night in the black, dewy ink I nod
As memories slowly clock in
Diplomats unwinding in their only home
My friends say that everything's my fault
Maybe I need better friends
I just want to hurry back home and play "Candyman"
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5. |
Songs About You
03:21
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What am I supposed to do with these songs that I wrote about you?
You're a coward, a fool, and you're wrong
Guess you might as well give me a song
I guess if I keep them and let them live on,
It's only to my advantage
But then what if you hear them and your ego only gets bigger?
Well then that's the weight you'll have to bear
You not I who'll be worse for the wear
If all that you've won is some proof that I care,
I'm still left all the better
If you had a cent of the courage that it takes to let my heart bleed
You might have a sense of what's beneath what you so shallowly perceive
And if you expect your words to shield you from the mess you've made and let you keep the rest
I think you forget, you have to know yourself before you even try to undo me
So I rifle through the memories that I have of you
There was light and excitement for sure,
Electricity, even fire, but what's more
Is you are the one who has made it a chore
To coexist together
Maybe now all the names I can call you are true
But I guess that it's best to forgive
After all it's much better to live
Without hate and anger, I've got more to give
And you are too small to matter
If you had a cent of the courage that it takes to let my heart bleed
You might have a sense of what's beneath what you so shallowly perceive
And if you expect your words to shield you from the mess you've made and let you keep the rest
I think you forget, you have to know yourself before you even try to undo
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6. |
Life Sucks
03:14
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I found a kind of calling
In villages East and West
It happened when I realized
I'm the one who knows best
It's like trying to open a door
That's literally made of keys
Or catching the rabbit in your eyes
By letting it do as it pleases
And just knowing that life sucks
It really does, it's true
It sucks, and I'm so happy to share that with you
Because it doesn't even matter, you see
Beauty is an earwax that collects between trees
Life sucks
It really does, it's true
It sucks, and I'm so happy to say that to you
Because it doesn't even matter, you see
Beauty comes as bowling balls on tailwinds of bees
I was thinking about this the other day
But I didn't want to tell you
I've always hated being tickled
And if you don't really share my view
Well that's okay, it's not like grass will change its color
Or that TV show will suffocate on air
You know it takes a special person to patch another's fabric x2
'Cause life sucks
It really does, it's true
It sucks, even if you have a soul with a view
And if you accept the offer I am making you
Life can suck for two
Life can suck for two
Octopus dreams, not what they seem
Low on the blues, high on esteem
Dancing in Braille, to no avail
Forgive forget, joy on a scale x2
But I feel like I am closer
I may not even actually be literally closer
But I feel like I am closer ... to it
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7. |
Violence of Apathy
04:58
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I am afraid of the violence of apathy
And of a world that I cannot predict
I am afraid of everything I can't control
All the minds I can't read, and the judgment they spit
I lie to myself that I'm powerful
That I know you better than you know yourself
That I see every answer in the way that you walk
And in the mirage of truth drifting through how we talk
This is an impossible lesson
I want to be free of this flesh that binds us
And the screens we fix behind our eyes
A customized filter of our own device
I don't need you
I don't need this measured lens
I don't need you
The vise of reason
I don't need your answers
I am afraid of the violence of apathy
And a world that I cannot predict
I am afraid of everything I can't control
All the minds I can't read, and the judgment they spit
I lie to myself that I'm powerful
And that I can see all the answers
But it's all bulls**t
It's all ...
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8. |
Cute Little Ginger Boy
02:11
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To the cute little ginger boy in the old photograph
You don't know me at all
You were you at a time when I wasn't around
So you couldn't have met me
So instead you went on to meet
A girl who I guess now's your lover
I suppose you think that the two of you were meant to be
That's not what I think of her
You sit at home, I'm here all alone
And your just my type, but the time isn't ripe
I never fit in, but with you I feel filled in
But now you share sheets with some lady who rides horses
You can never find out I'm this sorry sad sap
Well I once knew a guy like you
We liked all the same bands too
And I was so smitten
We matched like a pair of shoes
Just like I do with you
Yet our match isn't fittin'
You sit at home, I'm here all alone
And you're just my type, but the time isn't ripe
I never fit in, but with you I feel filled in
But now you share sheets with some lady who rides horses
So I guess we'll just sit here and trade parts of our souls
And lock eyes, but never hold hands
And the cute little ginger boy
Will stay in his photograph
And I'll have to learn how to laugh
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9. |
Posies
05:33
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I want to know you
I want to know what you are
But every time you run from me
Every time you run from me
But if you show me
If you show me how to live
But if you show me
If you show me how to live
Show me I don't have more to give
Show me that you'll listen
Show me I am whole
Show me that I don't need
Drunken saviors
Come on and talk to me
Come on and talk to me
But if you show me
If you show me how to live
Show me I don't have more to give
I survive on you, I survive on you
And when you come to me
When you come to me
I've got, I've got, I've got you
I want to know you
I want to know what you are
But every time you run from me
Every time you run from me
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It was a frosty night
It was beginnin' to snow
And out on the street
The wind began to blow
We all flocked to the cellar
We all emptied out the bar
To hear a little fella
Play his shiny guitar
So did you hear John Hurt
play his "Creole Belle"?
His "Spanish Fandago"
That we love so well
And did you love John Hurt?
Did you shake is hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
And in a straight-back chair
With his felt hat on
He tickled our fancies
With his "Avalon"
And all the people, all the people, all the people, all the people
on MacDougall Street
Would cock their heads and listen
To hear his tappin' feet
So did you hear John Hurt
play his "Creole Belle"?
His "Spanish Fandango"
That we love so well
And did you love John Hurt?
Did you shake his hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
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Kate Koenig Brooklyn, New York
Kate Koenig is a very hungry experimental folk caterpillar that eats Fleet Foxes’ progressivism and Kate Bush's iconoclasticism and Jeff Buckley’s zeal and Nick Drake’s disenchantment, and is still eating while you read this bio. They are also a fierce advocate for mental health awareness, which comes out in the deeply personal, introspective theater of their music. ... more
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