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Let Me Tell You
05:15
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Let me part the stocks and the flocks in the fields you roam
You're distracted, re-enacting the dreams you're reeling from
I can hear you run, I could steal the hum
Of the snow on the road of this bleeding land
With my cupped hands, I understand
She says, "here, this is the place where I can't take no more
I am here because I won't let them go
If you can stand to hold my hand, I could stay."
And we start to pretend that we're friends without listening
You're distracted, disconnected from lines you're ignoring
Underscoring and the splintering
Of the skin on your face, are we talking now?
Would you walk me down if I come around?
She says, "here, this is the place where I can't take no more
I am here because I won't let them go
If you can stand to hold my hand, I could stay."
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Nevermind Me
03:04
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I was a fire in a dream
I was the first there in between
your waking and your slumber
that fleeting moment you're outnumbered
I shouted warnings to the flesh
that mocked the rigors of my tests
Licking the hair from their stocks
i burn, i burn even the rock
So, when you reach to find the lock, outstanding
Your fingertips and your eyes, they are demanding
You may not touch that which you reach for
Your mind aglaze with yesterdays and before
Oh, but if you find me
just unwind me
stand behind me
and Nevermind Me
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Father's Size
02:01
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I am the son of an immigrant man
He'd help you up from the ground you fell on
But he won't stay to talk
He shines his shoes just like I don't
He wakes up with the moon and sleeps with the sun
And he smokes like a train
And if I was to go first
He'd carry my name to the waves
Because he loves like the smell before rain
And it's right like his Mary chain
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Brittle Boned
02:42
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The low, electric glow – static snows in the lobby
Dull TV, magazines, waiting rooms can't hide me
From the sting, paper sheets, bloodwork and the IV
And the whirring machines while the nurses reassure me:
This will be quick and easy, I'm not gonna feel a thing
Lie and say it'll be alright, like a stray falling asleep
'Cause I'm so good at hurting myself
Pulse is slow, faint metronome on my left side
Beneath my protruding spine
You can hardly hear at night
White flag, blindfold covering my sunken eyes
And a line of rifles aimed at my sick mind
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Arthur James Seattle, Washington
Arthur James is a Seattle-based singer-writer.
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