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Whatever Rain May Come
03:18
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i want to study the white
spots on the page
not to be filled in
and if humour
should take me under
some sort of wing
then cut me free
oh brother, please be patient
oh brother, please be patient with me
when I was thirteen
i use to push my hair to the left
now I pull it behind
and he told me a means less satisfying
thinking he was speaking to the king
of that town
i burnt my young man's hands
on the candlelight vigil
of some earthquake
that I tuck behind my ear
now whatever rain may come
i'll be shutting down the trouble
i'll be finally putting my name
in that hat
oh brother, please be patient
oh brother, please be patient with me
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2. |
Ready 2 Die
02:42
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i can't find the words to say how
i can't find the words to say how
even when we're still
we're falling away
and maybe I'll come back someday
with better jokes and a different face
or maybe i am drowning to stay
and even though we're use to it
we're getting older all the time
and out bodies know,
but out minds can do nothing better
cartoon daydreams will not feed us
older folks don't want to meet us
We are slowly turning into she
now we're ready to go
now we're ready to die
and someone in the back shouts-
i'm not. goddamnit, i'm not.
it's alright.
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Io
02:58
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sailing all the way back home
sailing accidentally to some
frozen other place and
folding up some paper swans
thinking she can make it to
sleep before sundown she is
trying to change her name to io
searching everywhere for calmer daughters.
and then her lip starts bleeding
as reckless airplane cuts its hands upon the moon
she's going in- going in for the long wait
writing his will on a postcard
the only paper he's left himself to recon with
and then moving to the west coast
going for broke to turn
glass back into sand
pulling dead men from the sea
and with intention not taking middle names
and you said something sweet
once on the phone and twice in the ambulance
you're going in- going in for the long wait
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Made of Knots
04:10
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the dying warm lay sleeping
like an occasion
it's not an occasion
it's not an occasion
and standing on the hollow snow
like it's not made of air
like it's okay, like it's over
what are they to do, what are they to do?
the fire now is spreading
just like it's always done
to lovers who got drunk last night
and thought that they could walk
and she works at the museum
'cause she wants to smell like rust
like she's okay, like she's older
what are they to do, what are they to do?
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Dead Swallows
02:10
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the way he say the things he drew
the marks it made beside the moon
now someone's lost a golden ring
and i found a flashlight more than once
on the beach
could be, could be.
a short conversation
and a long, long one, too
cause this airport is real
for those lying the truth
now please call me by my
heavy, wooden real name-
i am a bowl full of dead swallows.
you're my best friend,
you're my only friend,
so tuck me in.
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Heikki Poika
03:43
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he tries so hard to remember
he beats the fog in the old folk's home
saving a moth
begging to leave the lights on
in the bathroom, he's falling in love
praying long, being split by the river
the train tracks in dreams about sleeping
the tall pines, the deep snow, and the big big cold-
cold enough to kill john henry.
with a note in his shoe to correct his age
john harvie would not die a liar
and the west keeps on turning
but those are the jokes they made in 1939
so forgive me, that courage only taught me
how to smoke and drive in the winter
forgive my grandfather for crying
cause he'll never speak to god
trust me in the snow, trust me in the snow
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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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