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In sleep you’re always beautiful
A pillow full
Of flying dreams
And revised futures glittering
And in the twilight
I can see
Your hair is flowing and
You’re all-knowing
And I
I can see you sleeping sweetly hidden
Your eyes fluttering beneath their lids and
I know
The dawn will come to send you low
Well you get up
And then you walk the straight line
And you get up
And then you lock the door behind
And you get up
And then you wake to find
That you get up
To get up one more time
I come home we’re trading stories
And replacing
Things that happened
With things we wish
That would have happened
Instead what we know that happened
And I
Will clear the dishes
Snuff the candles
Dim tomorrow
Let go the handles
And fall asleep
Hours before you do
Well you get up
And then you walk the straight line
And you get up
And then you lock the door behind
And you get up
And then you wake to find
That you get up
To get up one more time
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When you were young
You had powerful friends
And your lovers
They were dashing men
From the ends of the earth
Their souvenirs
Their bargains
Their balladeers
Well there’s a map of the world
Yeah there’s a map of the world
Well there’s a map of the world
Yeah there’s a map of the world
When you were young
You were bathed in light
Days at the races
And racing nights
The finest things
The finest years
As you bargain with the balladeer
Yeah there’s a map
There’s a map of the world
Yeah there’s a map
There’s a map of the world
Felt this way since seventeen
With you on the mezzanine
Now there’s a map of the world
Etched in your skin
It’s where you’re going
Where you’ve been
Well there’s a map of the world
etched in your skin
where you’re going
where you’ve been
It’s a map of the world and it’s at war
Where we’re all going and been before
Well as a girl, you were anyone’s muse
That poem lies, but the heart is truth
As they cover you up
The crow cries out
The poem lies
Within, without
Well there’s a map of the world
Yeah there’s a map of the world
Well there’s a map of the world
Yeah there’s a map of the world
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3. |
Life Drawing
05:06
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Sun dress
She throws down a cigarette
Venus
Art school statuette
Sunlight
Leather, paint and charcoal
At twenty-five an hour and
Zero pressure on her soul
Unknow her
Your arrangement of shadows and light
Not a muse of your meticulous line
Only a shape in the sunlight
Cuts, she got the scars, boys.
Burns, she got the scars, girls.
Sunlight
Broken skylight glass
Who bets you’ve got a future
Maybe you should ask the past
Plastic Westclox
A pose for the sweep hand
Frozen yoga for
Two dozen of the damned
Unknow her
Your arrangement of shadows and light
Not a muse of your meticulous line
Only a shape in the sunlight
Eyes up
She slips on a tattered robe
She lights up
She sends off a secret code
There is no now
There’s only where and then
from every angle
In charcoal, brush and pen
Oh, unknow her
An arrangement of shadows and light
Not a muse of your ridiculous lie
Only a shape in the sunlight
Cuts, she got the scars, boys.
Burns, yeah, Oh, she got the scars, girls.
(She knows the school boys
Just off the farm
It takes experience to not do ‘em
Too much harm)
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4. |
2C
04:22
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Remember when we walked the rope
Without a net
And when we spoke
You were radiant
What have you done
It occurs to me
When you’re six miles high
What will be will be
Oooh
On the plane back home
When you’re dreaming in the aisle seat
On the plane back home
Well
Say you got your money
Your Mercedes Benz
Say it all made some kind
Of crazy sense
Say it like you mean it
Before you go to bed
Say it like a prayer
The one you never said
What have you done
Was it to me
Now LAX and
ORD
Sheets of rain
Curtain cloud
Wheels up
Can’t turn back now
We were so proud
And we got so loud
So good at pretending
Did we really do
Much of anything
Leave me behind
Leave this circus show
Be skilled forgetting
Be Pinocchio
And by cruising
Altitude
You’ve done
What you got to do
Oooh
On the plane back home
When you’re dreaming in the aisle seat
On the plane back home
We were so, so young
Flew near the sun
So good at pretending
Did we really do
Much of anything
Say you got your money
your Mercedes bends
Say it all made some kind
Of crazy sense
Say it like you mean it
Before you go to sleep
Say it like a prayer
Promise you never keep
On the plane back home
When you’re dreaming from the aisle seat
On the plane back home
Yeah you’re dreaming in the aisle seat
On the plane back home
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5. |
Hero of the Avenue
03:50
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Well we sit in the street
And remember how it was
Oh how we’d blown our plans
How we’d be lucky in love
Well let’s agree to disagree
Between me and you
How you gonna be
The hero of the avenue
Hanging from the rafters
A hundred years war
And the same wrinkled faces
She’s seen before
And down the crumbling stairs she goes
Somebody recognize
Nobody’s getting any younger
In this old man’s enterprise
Shovel the rubble in
Two by two
How you gonna be
The hero of the avenue
Up in her bedroom the usual glow
She’s arguing her case across the time zones
When everybody disagrees
Between me and you
How you gonna be
The hero of the avenue
A hall of marble statues
A hundred years more
Yeah it's the same wrinkled faces
We’ve seen before
And down the crumbling stairs she goes
Somebody recognize
Nobody’s getting any younger
In this old man’s enterprise
Shovel the rubble in
Two by two
That’s how you gonna be
The hero of the avenue
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A smile from the surface of a photograph
Spectator at a lost parade
Frozen, it’s like a sesquicentennial
Fresh as a lemonade
Wave as you glide by
A sash and a paper cup
Wave as you glide by
Look down like things are looking up
17 and 33
Seems a good bet to me
17 and 33
stack em up we’ll spin and see
Its spins, it spins around
Its spins, it spins around
A smile from the surface of a swimming pool
Spectator at a lost parade
Achievements and a bonus
And a 401(k)
Wave as you glide by
A sash and a paper cup
Wave as you glide by
Look down like things are looking up
Seems a good bet to me
Seems a good bet to me
Seems a good bet to me
Stack em up we’ll spin and see
It spins, its spins around
It spins, its spins around
It spins, its spins, it spins
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7. |
Before the Amber Hour
05:21
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In the ink
Before the night dies
Before the amber hour
She’ll rise
Foxglove,
Maybe nightshade
Drawbridges hum,
Under her wheels.
That man,
With his eyes closed
That man,
No more
Oh way oh way ah ho
Oh way oh
An egg and toast
Off the interstate
Sixteen-fifty
Keep the change
Behind the wheel
Behind the wheel
She starts to think
All the things
We’ll never see again
All the things
He’ll never see again
All the things
We’ll never feel again
All the things
He’ll never feel
That man
With his eyes closed
That man
No more
In the ink
After the amber hour
After Venus sleeps
She’ll rise
She’ll rise
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8. |
Unwind a Tornado
03:12
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Jenny takes that dreaded bus downtown
(Just a little hungover)
Oh, just thirty six minutes to work
(Three stops to go)
Used to say that a guy with a wandering eye was par
(Hey baby)
When your paycheck’s signed by jerks
(Can you work late)
But her city
It’s a scroll
And she watches it unroll
Shes young and then she’s old
She’s reflected in the window
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado
She contemplates she just might miss her stop
(Who’ll pay the con ed?)
As the coffee shops roll by
(Flat white decaf)
Escape into the mirrored canyons
(Gotta find new roommate)
May not win, thinks she oughtta try, to
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado
These clocks they move so fast
Except on the days they don’t
So much to unload
Where there a will there’s a won’t
But her city
It’s a scroll
And she watches it unroll
Between timid and too bold
She’s reflected in the window
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado tornado
Jenny takes an uber home
(She’s got five stars)
Neon flashes through drops of rain
(Instagram it)
Tho my heart is sinking like a stone
(She won’t pick up)
Tomorrow she’ll try again, to
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado (gonna blow you around)
Unwind a tornado (sucks the life right out)
Unwind a tornado tornado
Jenny takes that dreaded bus downtown
Oh, just thirty six minutes to work
Used to say that a guy with a wandering eye was par
When your paycheck’s signed by jerks
Unwind a tornado
Unwind a tornado tornado
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9. |
The Honey
03:42
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One day you wake up
Or you don’t
You’re by yourself or
You’ve left someone alone
Wrecked by life itself
I reckon you been lower than hell
In the honey
Ain’t it funny
Freshly minted
You think you know
Think that love is somehow
Predisposed
Wrecked down for the bell
I reckon you’ve been lower than hell
In the honey
And now you’re running
Oh you can rock n roll
But you can never go home
Yeah you rock control
But you can never go home
May gain years and pounds and property
But there’s no money back
guarantee
You’re young and dumb
And there she blows
Imagine swimming in
Your troves of gold
Wrecked – and low you sell
I reckon you’ve been lower than hell
In the honey
You’re still running
Oh you can rock n roll
But you can never go home
Yeah you and rock and troll
But you can never go home
May gain years and pounds and property
But there’s no money back
guarantee
Woah. Woah.
One day you wake up
or you don’t
You’re by yourself or
You’ve left someone alone
Wrecked by life itself
I reckon you been lower than hell
In the honey
Ain’t it all kinda funny
Oh you can rock and roll
But you can never go home
Yeah you can rock and troll
But you can never go home
You know the roads
You can never go home
While you know the roads
You can never go home
Woah. Woah.
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We're made of stars
Cool night will soon soothe
These suffering days
Waves beckon with their deafening breakers
And I reckon I share their chemistry
Beat up, beat down, beat up
Get home and take your remedy
Beat up, beat down, beat up
Go home and take your remedy
It’s taking the sameness another way
There’s twice as many living now
As the day I was born
It makes the world just half as big
and probably twice as worn.
Beat up, beat down, beat up
Get home and take your remedy
Beat up, beat down, beat up
Go home and take your remedy
It’s taking the sameness another way
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Electric copper calls, it crawls the buzzing hives
Bleat, siren, pinhole lights, within: a million lives
A million stories and not one of them is mine
And not one of them is mine
Fading, fading
A gleaming pinpoint writes new clouds across the sky
Within it, ten score histories from hello to goodbye
Below are clusters that are loneliness defense
We want to be together, and then we build a fence
I saw an island from a window of a plane
I saw the places where they shelter from the rain
Where they shelter from the rain
Fading, fading
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JetBelly Los Angeles, California
JetBelly is a project of bassist Scott Montgomery, based in Studio City, CA; Scott takes a guitar, recording interface and a AKG C214 mic pretty much anywhere in the world, if they'll let it on the plane, so songs or pieces of songs have been recorded in odd corners of Nashville and Paris, Providence and Provence, Kauai and St Martin and dozens of other cities. ... more
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