1. |
Vision of Love
03:22
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No, I won't go
No, I won't go
No, I won't—no, I won't get along
I’m wedged in your skull
Like the melody of Kokomo
And I won’t—no I won’t get along!
Oh, there was your poetry
And where were the exit wounds
To my bullet points?
There's no need for apology
We can appreciate
A good comedy
No, I won't go
Through a black hole of my own
Black and white to Kodachrome
For nothin’
A bump in your skull
A lump like the Tacoma Dome
And, I don’t need tickets from no one
Oh, there was the upper crust
Love in your lexicon is like a sarcophagus
But oh, when you’re cut in two
You can always appreciate
The view from the lower falls
Or…
A vision of love
With reasonable doubt
Can’t give anymore
Your time is up!
Running around
Like your head is cut off
Can’t give anymore
Your race is run
And that vision of love: now an eyesore
So might as well settle down
Take a pill and tell me in the morning how you feel
Stick your head into ground
Or get along, unravel all the gold in your spinning wheel
You let you sign determine
Just where your heart will turn in
Your id is out of season, but…
Death is rebirth, and other gems!
A vision of love
With reasonable doubt
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2. |
Lullaby
03:58
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I’m a survivor
I’ve been through this before
I’m a survivor
This body’s a reservoir, like an armored car, with a…blanket pile
I’m a survivor
I think I can handle it
I’m a survivor
Been dragged through the muck and shit, just to make you smile
So make up your mind, I’ll be in the shower
I’m a survivor
I’ve done it without AAA
It’s just a flat tire
I’ve seen more disaster than Michael Bay
I’m a survivor
No stranger to adverse weather
Survived the long winter
With only a layer or two—if want to know, the trick of survival is never letting go
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3. |
Right On
04:24
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Oh, in the night we turn on
Oh, in the nighttime
We can do nothing wrong
Right on, right on
I miss the crackle of a record on
The best things pass from friend to friend
In that space before dawn
Right on, right on
We'll have to wake up
Stop looking at the clock
Still have to sleep, then wake up
Oh, in the night we turn on
Ray said the nighttime's the right time
He wasn't wrong
Right on, right on
You say, I like it when you swing that song
It's like the gallop of a pony that ain't coming home
Right on, right on
We'll have to wake up
Stop looking at the clock
Still have to sleep sometime, but not just yet
You found yer other wick
Pull another record from the sleeve
And it's like a jailbreak / to the righteous sound of a double-lead
Onto the rhythm of Night Beat
And you can sing along
Nobody Knows the Trouble That I've Seen
We'll have to wake up
Stop looking at the clock
We'll have to wake up
Stop looking at the clock
Still have to sleep, then wake up
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4. |
Am I Keeping You?
04:54
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Oh, and the trees they grow
Oh, and the trees they grow
And deeply resonate
Burning down the pearl gates of old deciduous growth
We go
…And oh, merrily we go
And oh, …deciduous growth, home
And oh, home, merrily we go
From the east side, down the road, to the rivers of Granite Falls
Am I keeping you?
You ask me, but, does it mean it's true?
True, true, true.
You got things to do!
You made a list, but do you wanna carry through?
Through, through, through
Am I keeping you?
Keeping you from all the things you promised that you'd do—
For you, you
You call it off, but you're still close to all the people—
should be ghosts
Take it in—no—shake it out
I hope you'll get it out
I know you'll get it out...
But am I keeping you?
Keeping you from doing what you know you gotta do—
I do, I do
You call it off, but you're still close to all the people—
should be ghosts
Take it in—no—shake it out
I hope you'll get it out
I know you'll get it out...
You call it off, but you're still close
Your heart's all filled with little ghosts
You let them in, now shake 'em out
I know, I know
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5. |
English Horns
04:36
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In the middle of the night
You got me up
In the middle of the fight
You got me on my own
You got me up, you got me off
You got me spinning round and around again
In the middle of the night
Like a cuckoo clock
You’re off in a paradise—not sure you can take it anymore!
I call your bluff, but I’ve been wrong before
Sittin here without you on New Year’s Day
In the middle of the night
You call my name
But when we fight
I hear every name except my own
You calm me down, you cool my jets
See through me
Say, we’re better than this
In the middle of the night
When I call you up
You got to—got to
Got to—got to make it on your own!
You got me up, you got me off
You got me turned around and around and around
And I would say you’re a city on the bluff / No, I wouldn’t say
Look at us now
It’s been years / You’re the same you
Did your number change? / You know it did
Middle of the night
You happy now? / Well…
Got a kid or two? / Two dogs
You always wanted to, but...
Never the time
I’d love to stay / I better go
I’ve got a date / A plane to crash
My family’s in town
For awhile
I didn’t say / I love you still
Take care of yourself / Always will
I had a feeling / Nice to see you
Middle of the night
And I might say
Walk around the lake with me
What do you say?
Middle of the night
And I might say
I miss the way we break up and
Make up again
Middle of the night
And I might say
In a pointed way
This bed is cold
Wait up tonight
Walk around the lake with me
Rustle all the sheets with me!
Like we never did before
Middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of a fight
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Invisible Shivers Seattle, Washington
The new album, Spanish Ways to Say Goodbye, comes out on November 10.
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Slickest song slayers in Seattle
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Chills, echoes, haunts and howls
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