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Little Harm
04:40
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There's enough unspoken to keep the broken, broken
An invitation to do a little harm
A parking lot in Richmond, tripping off the deep end
I went the rest of the week on that arm
Here's another class of gritty boys
Trading in their coal for shiny toys
Drunk and sad at graduation
Saving up for two weeks' paid vacation
Training up their boys to be their men
Hate to see the wound picked clean again
But when you're up to bat, you face the noise
Make a lot of money, get a beer with the boys
But who am I to call out the lifestyle and the discount?
In another life I'm driving truck
I'd still be leading worship, even if I had to force it
And I'd give up my doubts with any luck
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Local Business
04:05
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When this is done, I'm waiting at the baggage check in
It's a modest line, it only takes a couple seconds
And in Japan, I check into an ancient hotel
Room with a view; you pay me back by twenty dollars
I'll take a walking tour of whatever town I stumble into
I'll buy a novel souvenir for my wife and my kids
I'll take a thousand pictures and make my friends watch the slideshow
When this is through, I'll open up a movie rental
On second avenue. I'll be the one behind the counter
And I'll be nice to customers that were mean in high school
Because there's forgiveness in showing up for local business
I'll judge their shitty taste when they leave my store
Because I went to college and watched foreign films
I'll take a modest trip with their money
Money
When I get home, I'll worry that I got your name wrong
When I grow old, I'll worry that I didn't grow up
When I die, I'll know what it means to rest
When this is done
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3. |
Before You
03:09
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Add it to the list of things that grew on me
Like my brother's clothes and old movies
I was not alone for long before you
Add it to the list of things that came naturally
Like being tall and bad at stories
I was not alone for long before you
I came out to the lake, waiting for you to break
I can be careless, but can't we all?
We'll add it to the list of things that don't appeal to me
Like competitions and heavy drinking
I had only just left home before you
I think I got the jist of what it means to be
The tired old soul fallacy
I had only just left home before you
I swam out to the brink, waiting for you to sink
I can be too eager, what else is new?
I'll add it to the list of things that I failed to see
Like my hometown and the car behind me
I was not prepared at all for you
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4. |
Snow Day
02:56
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Warming my heel with the palm of your hand
We're packing up the house, when you're old you'll understand
It's just getting harder to put it all together
There's a man up the harbour that'll lend me a hand
Son, don't hitch your eye on all your best laid plans
Don't hitch your eye on more than what you have
A snow day for the wicked, on the day we found your sister
A dockyard Christmas morning in new shoes that gave me blisters
She came back without names for all your grade-school teachers
And not the same, save for the name and family facial features
Don't hitch your eye on all your best laid plans
Don't hitch your eye on more than what you have
Warming my heel with the palm of your hand
We're packing up the hourse, when you're old you'll understand
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Esther
03:07
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Lady Esther's All-Night Parish, twenty four hours a day
I dust missiles, I sneak elements while the boss is away
Lady Esther's off on holiday
In an old country suit and suit case
I'm not qualified for absolution
But I'll hear you out
I'm getting old to ring god's siren, this is where we made love
Lady Esther's Part-Time Bingo, stained glass Thomas feels a wound
Lady Esther's off on holiday
In an old country suit and suit case
I'm not qualified for absolution
But I'll hear you out
Father Abraham had many sons,
We were just the lucky ones
Lady Esther's off on holiday
In an old country suit and suit case
I'm not qualified for absolution
But I'll hear you out
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6. |
Eerie
04:40
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It's better for me if you stay where you are
Be back before dark, don't go too far
A note on the fridge says "don't wait up"
But this is my nature, this is my crux
Now the tables have turned - my boy got a job
He likes to cut hair, but in another man's shop
Someday he'll ask about the ivory plates -
She was a dancer from the great lakes
I always felt naked, but never ashamed
Biting her lip while I trimmed her bangs
Counting the steps under her breath
Not every moment is life or death
I'd rather have kept her right where we were
Wrapped in a jacket, lost in fake fur
Taking too long in the shower at night
Eerie for Christmas, where he car never starts
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Keeping
04:14
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That's the good stuff from the restaurant up the street
They had a fire, now they're fundraising with
A portrait artist who'll draw your likeness to a tee
They flew her in from Boise, Idaho
I'd never been, nor had I planned to go
I guess why bother now that she'll draw you up the street
I paid a dollar and sat for her keeping
It was dishonest with my chin and with my cheeks
But I take to kindness so I tipped generously
And I said, "As I get old, I'll have this younger man
up on my wall, and I'll remember him to
age more gracefully."
I chartered northward, toward the Arctic morning
To meet a taxidermist, and against my better warning
He showed me giants of the Great Canadian Shield
And above them all - a wolly mammoth stood
And for his grace - never a portrait could have
Rendered the likeness of the living beast he was
Of the living beast he was
Of the living beast he was
[I'm fishing the sound]
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Secondhand Mall
04:30
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Hot new phone case, nine whole dollars
At the Secondhand Mall
You met Kyle there, that was last year
Now he lives in St. Paul, Minnesota
Vanilla Cola.
Dad's new day job paid for braces
Now his teeth sit real straight
Cold anniverseries, wed in the evergreens
Everyone's a last-name-nickname
It's good enough to sit with you and do nothing
To drive at golden hour singing Boys of Summer
More than enough to be by you and doing nothing
Mocking billboards down the prairie outskirts in our Toyota,
Beige Corolla.
Fast food subtweet, blood orange dry clean,
Room lease above a bank
French-pressed sweater, notable weather
I've never been better than today
It's good enough to sit with you and do nothing
To drive at golden hour singing Boys of Summer
More than enough to be by you and doing nothing
Mocking billboards down the prairie outskirts in our Toyota,
Beige Corolla.
Lego pagoda.
Basque pelota.
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