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No Ash
03:04
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driving poorly being poor and driving still
don’t write a song for me in debt
I can wait for you to get ready
and I can watch your kids
while you go on a date
your girlfriend hates me
last night your chest felt like it was full of bees
when I held you I could not make out your words
but it isn’t hard to guess
no ash will hit the ground from the 7th story
until I am out the door and well on my way
knowing someday we will bathe in strings and horns and
someday we will walk on our own hardwood floors
sharing blankets it don’t take much cause you bring your own heat
when you come over until I kick you out for my favorite man
you know I still want to swing you around in the arms of my city
if you’ll have me I will host my desert boy
no ash will hit the ground from the 7th story
until I am out the door and well on my way
knowing someday we will bathe in strings and horns and
someday we will walk on our own hardwood floors
I just like to hold my keys, I do not need them
I have never lost my keys, I’ll never lose my keys again
you never asked me what my name is short for
you could never make my name sound short, short, short, short
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Waiting Song
04:17
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I want to pull the ripples off the waves like threads
oh I am the kid with the limp in the movies forget my name
20 years old with umbilical cord wrapped around his neck
but he hasn’t noticed he’s comfortable going to bed with the lights on
I will be rich when the flood comes I’ll look what the lightning done
in the south in the glare of my windshield sweet Holocene
Violet don’t know that the world’s running our of helium
dear when I was your age, I learned how to pray from a comic book
that why I only trust the houses with their lights off
I’ll be turning my dogs back into wolves
I only trust the houses with their lights off
setting fire to some ashes I never burned
all of the clocks in my house match
they’re telling the same damn time
and I know it’s just pixels, a number but it still frightens me
under granite and blue sky I needed a knife but my hands did fine
sweetheart sent me a tiny fragile vile of my future grave
in the morning I’m with me I take off my sleep I put on the clothes
that keep me standing ignoring the weight of the eyes on their back
and then when it’s dark out, two young lovers
take a fatal car crash out on Lakewood road
that why I only trust the houses with their lights off
I’ll be turning my dogs back into wolves
I only trust the houses with their lights off
setting fire to some ashes I never burned
I never burned, I never burned, i never burned
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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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