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Darling Cat
01:36
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Chasing you is the hardest thing to do
The hardest thing to do when I’m half asleep
When you touch my face when I'm half awake…
When I'm half awake
And you get the best of me when I close my eyes
You get the best of me every time
Chasing you is like chasing the moon
You never know where it’s leading you
Chasing you is like chasing the moon
Chasing the moon
And you get the best of me when I’m cruel or kind
You get the best of me every time
And you get the best of me when I close my eyes
You get the best of me every time
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Vancouver Gurlz
03:34
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Vancouver girls with those Vancouver curls
The Canadian goose comes home to roost for those Vancouver girls
Orange soda and Adirondack chairs
Long days in the heavy metal air
It's a long way down, but it's longer when you stare
Yeah, it's a long way down, but it's longer when you stare
Now I’ve stayed up nights under the northern lights
Grasping at stars until morning arrived
It's a long way down, but it's longer from where we lie
Yeah, it's a long way down, but it's longer from where we lie
It might seem like a dream
But it's really no myth
You can chase your thrills on
A snow-capped cliff
But when the summer comes you gotta go down south
You gotta find the girls, that’s what it’s all about
‘Cause there's only one place you're gonna want to be
In the summer it's almost sunny in the rain city
Come winter, it’ll all be history
Long lonely nights will be all I see
It’s a long way down, but it’s shorter with the memories
Yeah, it’s a long way down, but it’s better than just fantasy
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Goodnight Eileen
02:54
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Goodnight, Eileen, wherever you are
I can hide my face, but it's written in the stars
The past is never dead, it’s not even past
Past is past and past is prologue moving in a flash
I know there is some light that we can’t avoid
It's so hard to find the signal embedded in the noise
The past is never dead, it’s not even past
Past is past and these are our lives burning out so fast
Drawing X’s on, drawing X’s on
Drawing X’s on our eyes
They serve us liters of fine wine and champagne
But they charge us by the flute again
The past is never dead, it's not even past
Past is past and our lives are always flying by so fast
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I Saw a UFO
02:18
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We are haunted by a thousand little ghosts
We break them down but we got a long way to go
You were reading Foucault
Full Moon Fever on the stereo
You saw a UFO
Darkness is a teenager
Who set herself on fire
She is haunted by a thousand little ghosts
She hears a holy choir
She saw a UFO
Full moon at half mast
Anchors aweigh at last
Our ship is manned by a thousand little ghosts
And to us all I raise a toast
We are all UFOs
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Disappearing Ink
02:53
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My recollections are a haze
What I remember is just a whirl
You know, I never got a tattoo for a girl
But I wrote your name in disappearing ink
And it faded away in a flash and a blink
But I swear to you, darling, it was there
And you, you wore this starry field
Of freckles on white shoulders
Oh, how I sketched them into little constellations!
I traced them by your lines
To turn the pages over time
The story of our shared navigations
We are so casual and cruel
And I'm the captain of this ship of fools
And I remember I said, “This isn't our bed
But let's lie in it anyway”
It didn't take me very far
Didn't take you anywhere at all
It's no mistake, it's just another choice you make
It's one among millions
And everybody's got regrets
It can't be that hard to live with it
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6. |
Cured of You
01:50
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I could drink a case of the medicine
Filling up my veins with adrenaline
Spend my nights and days thinking back to when
I could catch a glimpse of you
Call the doctor and ask for more pills
Sing along to sad songs until my voice goes shrill
Sit in the dark just watching old films
But I just can't cure myself of you
Stay awake until my eyes feel blind
Waste away the hours til the days go by
Conspiracy theories, killing time online
Waste away the hours til the days go by
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7. |
Painted On
01:18
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There is nothing after this
There is nothing after this
We guard our time like it's locked in Fort Knox
Like the second hand’s so heavy that it’s not racing ‘round the clock
But we get older every day
We get older every day
Whether you were born in a limo headed uptown
Or you were raised in a Greyhound going westbound
There is nothing after this
There is nothing after this
I made fun of you that night
Wearing jeans so tight they looked painted on
But you knew…
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Martha found god when she was 33
And since the day she found him she's been ignoring me
Jesus was the same age when he was crucified
Martha didn't die, she got just empty inside
Me and her, we had a good time
At museums, movies, concerts, shows
But now she’s telling me the earth’s 6000 years old
And her pastor’s telling her what she knows
Martha don't lie
Don't shut your eyes
Don't close your mind
Don't leave it behind
Don't leave logic in the dark
Don't board that ark
Martha don't lie
Don't shut your eyes
I take the high road less travelled
From LA to the woods of Maine
Through Death Valley days and starry nights
I observe my own truths all the same
There are rats in the silos
There are birds down in the wheat
There are times when the witches in the windows
Try to follow me down into the street
And I don’t lie
I don’t shut my eyes
I don’t close my mind
I don’t leave it behind
I don’t leave logic in the dark
I don’t board that ark
I don’t lie
I don’t shut my eyes
You can live your life your way
But there’s no room for Bible-beatin’ in mine
Still we have a lot in common
Like reading fiction and drinking wine
You can have your savior
But you can’t take him for a walk in the park
So you can keep your stories
And I’ll keep a light for you on in the dark
Every day without you (I listen to Slayer)
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9. |
Sweet Sixteen
03:13
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You’ll have your sweet sixteen
When you are 33
Put on your party dress
Put on your jewelry
Laid down your hopes and dreams
They’ve aged so gracefully
Perfectly unfulfilled
Adorned with bad poetry
Shots of vodka and drinks of rum
Whatever it takes to come undone
What it takes to smile just once
And disregard the advice from everyone
They're all just reflecting the game they’ve played
As if they're choosing more floats for their parade
You should hear the things they’ll say
The kind of words for which they should be ashamed
“If you won't give yourself to him then someone else will”
As if you’re a list of prescriptions anyone could just fill
Me, I just wanted to be myself
Stop feeling like I was living inside someone else
We're all paragons of mental health
Mmmhmmm
I think I'm done following the road I’ve been on
It's worse than living your life on the run
It's worse than chasing shadows in the sun
Clouds and weather balloons on the horizon
Blurry pictures and bible things
At least those things are still mysteries
You’ll have your sweet sixteen
When you turn 33
Put on your party dress
Put on your jewelry
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Everyone's around when you're making bad choices
Swallowing the pearls and wearing the oysters
If you wanna get paid you gotta hit the books
If you wanna get rich you better learn to cook
Everyone's around when you're making mistakes
Carving their knives at the top of the food chain
If you wanna learn to fish you gotta write a check
Get a big boat baby with a crew on deck
But someone’s always looking out for you
And someone’s always got a deal for you
Everyone's around when you're making hard choices
And they're stepping over you to the highest of horses
If you wanna live right you gotta build your fix
Dig down now get your face in the bricks
But someone’s always looking out for you
And someone’s always got it out for you
Everyone's around when you're in distress
And they're taking more and giving less
If you want a leg up, lose the helping hand
As they’re stepping over you while you tread quicksand
Someone’s always looking out for you
Someone’s always got it out for you
Someone’s always looking out
Someone’s always looking out
Someone’s always looking down on you...
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I don’t know if it’s some kind of psychosis
Maybe it all started with Moses
Maybe it’s dashed hopes and broken dreams
Maybe it’s not seeing myself
In the pages of
In the pages of
In the pages of
In the pages of magazines
Maybe I'm lacking convictions and piety
And that's why it all feels so garden variety
One week fresh daisies, the next wilted roses
Maybe it all started with Moses
I finally feel my age
And everything they say is true
Waking up at 3am
Punch-drunk, punch-drunk, and blue
Could be I'm damaged or just resigned
Maybe I'm difficult by design
Maybe I'm a cynical bitch
And everyone knows I'm just
I’m just full of it
I’m just full of it
I’m just full of it
I’m just full of it
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Everyone's around when you're making bad choices
Swallowing the pearls and wearing the oysters
If you wanna get paid you gotta hit the books
If you wanna get rich you better learn to cook
Everyone's around when you're making mistakes
Carving their knives at the top of the food chain
If you wanna learn to fish you gotta write a check
Get a big boat baby with a crew on deck
But someone’s always looking out for you
And someone’s always got a deal for you
Everyone's around when you're making hard choices
And they're stepping over you to the highest of horses
If you wanna live right you gotta build your fix
Dig down now get your face in the bricks
But someone’s always looking out for you
And someone’s always got it out for you
[incomprehensible ramblings]
Everyone's around when you're in distress
And they're taking more and giving less
If you want a leg up, lose the helping hand
As they’re stepping over you while you tread quicksand
Someone’s always looking out for you
Someone’s always got it out for you
Someone’s always looking out
Someone’s always looking out
Someone’s always looking down on you...
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Adrian Morse Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Adrian creates songs stitched from historical yarns, literary scenes, and relatable blunders of personal experience. A veteran of countless musical missteps, unrealized bands, and aborted projects, his recent works include an acoustic LP and a series of increasingly unpopular releases with the power pop band Readership. He resides in Philadelphia and has a nice cat (who even has his own song). ... more
Adrian Morse recommends:
New Ways to Make the Same Mistakes
by Readership
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