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Cup
03:44
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broke my cup and i’ll never drink again
broke my cup and i’ll never drink again
and lying down with my boyfriend in the snow
like we’ll never see the snow again
so sorry baby, to feel lonesome by your side
wind is strong but weaker in your lee
so plucking out my beating heart from chest
and wrapping in dead curls for the mail
if i should die, then write my name upon your chest
in my old new lipstick, in red and pink and black
broke my cup and i’ll never drink again
broke my cup and i’ll never drink again
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2. |
Nat Harvie's Birthday
03:18
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i will not build some fantastic new home town to trap you
though i know that i could and string all of our lovers along
and this is me singing and knowing i'm meant to be tacit
while by math i'm exactly half of the man that you are
but i won't let anyone cut your arms up
i won't let anyone cut your hands up
and i'm going to marry a crane going to marry a magnate
i'm going to spit out the blood flowing into my mouth
i'm going to smoke till i die but i won't take no cancer
i'll be living forever so long as not everything hurts
oh bad wet tinder
oh fatal curvature
oh triple holy waning
oh lightness of morning
but i won't let anyone cut your arms up
i won't let anyone cut your hands up
and you hide in your bed like a virgin
might come to collect something
so our kids can't afford any vowels in their names
and soon we'll be dragging a knife through
the ground from vancouver to nyc
for to capture a chorus and send it back to hell
today is my birthday
tomorrow is my birthday
and the next day is my birthday
and the next day is my birthday
and i won't let anyone cut your arms up
i won't let anyone cut your hands up
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3. |
My My My
02:45
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i can’t feel my toes
but i can move them
better than before
i can’t find the floor
it takes a blindness
it takes a moment
i’m wasting all my moments
on the cold light of morning
it’s a cold light of morning
come on henry, save me
my my my my
i cannot invent a falling out
with a god i’ve never met
i eat a cigarette, have my fortune told,
and then i go to bed
and i know something about arrows shot into the sea
she told me a story about snakes falling off of their feet
but i’m not one for stories
now everything i do
feels like packing
for a trip that won’t come through
i hide your love away
i hide it thorough
in the blood beneath my face
and i can taste your pride
when i remember all your middle names
when i remember all your names
my my my my
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4. |
Left Hand
02:36
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what grace to choke herself to death with a single hand
come on left hand stop, left hand shining
feeling cool, not brushing off a spiderweb from face
walking fast, walking pretty
too tired to check the body for ticks, to fall in love
did not write songs, no, before being born
and so winds up as if to throw a stone and the steps forward
steps all the way to the bottom of the lake
first there was water
then there was water
then there was water
then there was dancing-
first there was water
then there was water
then there was water
then there was none-
what grace to choke herself to death and live to tell the tale-
to carry strange sand back to earth
superstition and conscience tell to spin around three times
and spit over the shoulder, always left shoulder
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5. |
Crow
04:18
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take my meaning, do you
take my meaning when
i ask you to take my meaning
he keeps his clothes on
when he bathes in wine
so he can strike them down
without touching them
and he trades his pants in
for a too-small dress
at the goodbye party
and not just for the photos
it’s a compliment
it’s a way of keeping dry
it’s a way of staying high
so, 200 years down the road
i hope that i die before you do
because baby, i love you- honey, i love you
and 2000 miles down that great highway
when a crow comes to carry you away
then, honey, i will be you-
so that i can still see you
explain to me the joke
so i can see how it’s funny
now explain to me again
makes me remember when
i didn’t want to fuck you
cause you smelled like me
trying to be a better son,
trying to be a better daughter-
older son, wiser, wilder daughter
i will always mind your business
i will always choose trial by morning
so, 200 years down the road
i hope that i die before you do
because baby, i love you- honey, i love you
and 2000 miles down that great highway
when a crow comes to carry you away
then, honey, i will be you-
honey, i will be alone
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Hedonism
04:35
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thank god that we can see fire and have not only to touch
thank god, thank god, thank god
O, who will love me when i can talk no more
who will love me when i can talk no more
everything i do is on purpose cause i’m purposeful
i don’t fuck around, i don’t take checks
and everything i do is for me, but i’m not selfish
i don’t waste paper- we don’t make out
and how the hell am i going to keep warm when all the feathers
fall out of my bedspread and on to the floor
and how am i to call of the corporeal heat of a lover
from a hemisphere away
if i’m already clean, i’m not going to take a shower
and when i can’t find sleep i don’t let stranger borrow my bed
and if all that i done was for beauty, why wasn’t it beautiful
when i almost wound up dead
i want to live where songs of man are not the songs of man
i want to live, i want to live.
i want a god for to make something pretty and not for the credit
i want a god, but not that bad.
everything i do is on credit cause i’m certain
that the sky will fall before my debts are due
and everything i do is for you cause i’m a hedonist
but i am lacking grace and skill
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7. |
No Teeth
02:07
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i drive around town
with a gun in my mouth
so the cops can’t pull me over
i split an apple in two
in any direction and
i will see a star
and i hope to die on green earth
but i do not hope to die
i am using the heat of my vision
to turn concrete into stone
and i can say whatever i want
cause i ain’t got teeth
oh i can say whatever i want
cause i ain’t got teeth
baby shivers in the middle
of sixteen parentheses
don’t try to shake my hand
he says, you’ll only break it off
and small change fallows
on the belly of a dead raccoon
while every star that i can see
is little joe falling from the sky
i can say whatever i want
cause i ain’t got teeth
i can say whatever i want
cause i ain’t got teeth
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8. |
Pilot
05:36
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the two great arms of the world
are made of water and have never heard of gold
now someone’s ageing god asks me to choose
a season for the next 500 years
baby, this is a crescendo
for you to lie on while i’m gone
and of course i miss the weight
of your head on my body, on whiskey
but i can still feel it-
whenever i’m drunk
if i love you, you know that i love you
and you know that i love you,
so ain’t i prolific
mother, son, and holy guest sit
on the ashes of their house
thinking about what ease
a fire makes forgetting
the architecture of their home
sweetheart be wary of eclipse dreams
once in a century happens almost every day
that is to say- i know you’ll always love me
and hang your clothes to dry out in the rain
now see how the pilot fears not for her body
the pilot fears only for the fate of her plane
o the pilot fears not for her body
uses only her hands for to steer
if i love you, you know that i love you-
if i love you, you know that i love you
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9. |
Making Love
03:05
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when my oldest brother
thought the song was about
making love
(making love, making love)
head upside down
to the back of the neck
then the chest-
falling through your smell
and the bed-
making love
(making love, making love)
kissing, grinding our teeth
into powder that looks like
cocaine, tastes just like
cocaine, getting high, so high-
making love, making love
(making love, making love
making love, making love)
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10. |
Happycamp
04:26
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i am sitting in
the lower sacred half
of the records that we listen to
but never highway 61 without you-
without you, without you
there’s a 40 up in ely
like there’s black smoke under the hood
so i’ll smash bottles in the parking lot
while you find what is wrong
with the car
why it don’t want to take us
but i want to hear that song again
i want to hear that song every sunday
i want to hear that song again
for the rest of our life even if we don’t 30,
we’ll be listening, we’ll be listening
and we are more than highway strangers
we don’t wish each other luck
but now i’ll need it if i’m going to make it back
to minnesota, to see your snow
and taste your pines
and then we’re going to throw our youth around
we’re going to take it easy on sundays
and then i’m going to throw around my youth
for the rest of my life even if i don’t see 50
i’ll be listening, i’ll be listening
(i want to hear that song again)
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Nat Harvie Minneapolis, Minnesota
The art-pop solo project of songwriter and recordist Nat Harvie. Nat lives and works in minnesota.
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