1. |
Gay Bar
03:03
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If you told me that we’d died
And gone to the gay bar
I woulda said “that seems right”
Cause I knew you’d had a few
When I got into the car
I was clutching the upholstery tight
Saint Peter clad in leather
She was looking quite salacious
But the fire never met her eyes
And the cowboys dipped in glitter
Brought us into their good graces
You were sorry that you’re not their type
You were sorry that you’re not their
The swaying of your braids
Gave impression of a halo
But saying so would make me trite
Well I think I coulda stayed
For forever in the disco
Dancing by the fractured light
You were lovely by the fractured
Baby isn’t this the afterlife?
Singing karaoke in a dive
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2. |
Spinster Cycle
02:25
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You know the date on the
Oldest coin in your palm
I know the names of the
Flowers along the back wall
But I get afraid one of us is bluffing
The blooms they will fade and the
Change will amount to nothing
Nothing at all
The laundromat’s funny
At two in the morning
The blonde on tv says
I too can be gorgeous
And hairless! It’s easy
With laser assistance
I wish you would push me
Around in the bins but we’re
Talking serious
While the colors bleed
You know the full weight of
Every wager you’ve lost
I know for certain that
Certainty comes at a cost
But I get afraid of what I can’t define
So I tally affections
Like nickels and dimes in your palm
Like your palm in my palm
My parents met in a
Laundromat parking lot
I almost tell you but
Then I think not to
We focus on pulling our
Lights from our darknesses
We separate even though
We’ve got sparks
We separate even though
We’ve got sparks
While the colors bleed
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3. |
Real House Music
02:24
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Real house music at a real house party
Dancing and sticky good morning
Mexico City she got
Mouths to feed, she sees I’m
Never not hungry
Happy and heavy
Like summer rain on a balcony
Happy and heavy
Long may she reign
And here, I should refrain but I will not
Real quick honey do you
Think you want me?
Dashing and flighty could change my
Plane in a hurry
If not, really no worries
What a mouth to feed
My jaw, wide as a gutter
The flooding sum of my need
Wise when I stutter
You always get what I mean
Happy and heavy long may she reign
Happy and heavy long may she reign
And if I should refrain I’ll call it off
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4. |
Fault Lines
03:00
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You love the city when you’re
Knee deep in confetti one big
Hazy birthday party on a Sunday
I loved you plenty like I
Tried to love the city but my
Favorite’s still the glimmering
From far away
Okay
I fled the county headed
Deep in the Mojave where the
Sky is wide and hungry when the
Sun’s high
I felt the desert dream of
Where an ocean used to be I’m
Drowning in a memory of
High tide
Alright
California aches
In her tectonic plates
She waits to make a break
Into the sea
Crying for a quake
Mourning empty lakes
But crying without water
Isn’t easy
I love the city like a
Homemade house of holies like a
Sidewalk shrine you only ever
Pass by
And if some summer’s eve
The tremors bring us to our knees
You’ll say you saw it coming in our
Fault lines
Alright
California coughs
The high is wearing off
She’s trying to get by without the rain
When I’m borne aloft
To somewhere green and soft
I’ll watch the wildfires from an airplane
I love you like a hillside up in flame
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5. |
Call It Awful
00:19
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Given the way
I’m giving in I think we better call it
Awful just do not describe
The feeling I’m too fragile to break
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6. |
Habit
03:01
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I wanna tell you I’m sorry
But what’s a couple words?
Drops in the Pacific between us
I wanna tell you I’m sorry
Not that I’d go back
Just that I miss what it was
But I got a bad habit of holding my tongue
I got a bad habit of holding my tongue
I woke up bereft
With no poetry left
Except that to be found
In sweat stains and coffee grounds
What’s left of the energy spent
Keeping my feet nailed down
But life abounds
Light resounds
In cathedrals and border towns
And I love you even now
And I love you even now
But I got a bad habit
I wanna tell you I’m sorry
You and the other ones
But some how we don’t
Keep in touch
I wanna tell you I’m sorry
Look back and laugh and say
God, it is so hard
Growing up
But I got a bad habit
Weeks like these
I wish we were still speaking
Are you pleased with the pieces
Of me you’ll be keeping?
You should be, cause life is fleeting
And if while we lean toward death
We lock eyes with meaning
Gleaming and profound
Then we walk on holy ground
So I love you even now
Yeah I love you even now
But I got a bad habit
I got a bad habit
I got a bad habit
Of holding my tongue
Holding my tongue
Holding my
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7. |
Never Not
01:19
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Dreaming again I am ten feet deep
In the rut in the bed that
Came before me
Rut in the bed that
Came before me
Taking a chance with hand that feeds
Biting with ease I’m
Never not hungry
Biting with ease I’m
Never not hungry
Never not hungry
Never not
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8. |
Lauren
02:35
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Lauren’s gonna write the great American novel
As soon as she remembers how to hold a pencil
With prose so tight you could watch the heart pulse
Lines so funny that the pages tremble but
Who’s gonna hear my song through the wall
And say don’t change a thing
Play it just like that yeah
Who’s gonna hear my song through the wall
And sing it right back
Until you come back to me?
Lauren, Lauren, Lauren
When Lauren hits record she’ll put the kind of noise out
The queer kids with cute haircuts wanna tell their moms about
Quiet kind of people do the most important shouting
And Lauren I’ll yell with you past a shadow of a doubt but
Who’s gonna hear my song through the wall
And say don’t change a thing
Play it just like that yeah
Who’s gonna hear my song through the wall
And sing it right back
Until you come back to me?
Lauren, Lauren, Lauren
Well Lauren don’t get better no
She gets the best it’s true
And compassion lights the way she moves
In everything she do
Lauren when your space is empty I’m
A little empty too
And so is anyone who’s had the pleasure of knowing you
But who’s gonna hear this song through the wall
And say don’t change a thing play it just like that yeah
Who’s gonna hear this song through the wall
And sing it right back
Until you come back to me?
Lauren
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9. |
Shadow of a Doubt
02:25
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A tree falls
I hear nothing
But her song
Back from a month spent spelunking in the Redwoods
And I am no better learned about
The difference between can and should
My canopy bird insists
That she don’t need to flee
But a cage by any other name
Amounts to the same thing
It is her song I rise to
Hear me out
Nothing grows in the shadow of a doubt
Find me an axe and I will
Bring the motherfucker down
Find me an axe and I will
Fell the shadow
The splinters causing my palms pain
Are older than Mohammed
And they say don’t choose the work you love
If you aim to turn a profit
My canopy bird insists
That I don’t mean to flee
But a flight without a pair of wings
Amounts to the same thing
It is her song I rise to
Hear me out
Nothing grows in the shadow of a doubt
Find me a match and I will
Burn the motherfucker down
Find me a shovel and I will
Rip the roots right out the ground
Find me an axe and I will
Fell the shadow
A tree falls
I hear nothing
But her song
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10. |
Iceberg
03:46
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I’m watching it frame by frame
Your frame by mine in the pale morning light
I’m reminded of icebergs
I was holding you tight til I
Slipped into sleep and
An iceberg’s a mountain
That gives way with heat
And the sun is coming up fast
So I’d better be getting back
But I’m watching it grain by grain
The draining of time with our
Faces arranged in parallel lines
And by now I’m no stranger
To your gravity
Every kiss is a skydive
With you underneath
And the ground is coming up fast
I brace myself for impact
I’ll give you a secret to
Toss or to keep
I am no good at falling asleep
But when I do
It’s a dream waking up next to you
I’m watching it vein by vein
The shapes of our spines and
The bundles of nerves with which
We are aligned every
Pleasure and hurt just a
Point on the map makes me
Long for the days that the
World was still flat
But the edge was coming up fast
Can you miss what you haven’t got past?
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11. |
Pablo Neruda
02:18
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You are a poet, I read it in the way
The mess you make is tender like your syllables arranged
I am an idiot, I dress you up in idioms
Like that’s the end of it, our eyes turn from the page
And the summer came
Manhattan june, we’re playing halloween
Both my arms are lobster claws and all your skin is green
I fled red handed from the shop after that scene
Subways underfoot the earth was pregnant with machine
In a summer’s dream
A hot mess holocene
My constant concrete dream
She’s hollow underneath
She’s hollow
Solstice time I was slumped up on a stoop
Punch drunk and stupid, shedding salt water for you
I met a stranger whose middle name was Zeus
And their dog, Pablo Neruda
They were both pretty damn cute
Oh but I still think you’re cuter after
All that we’ve been through
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