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Harness Kiss
03:37
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It's like my legs were built in anger
by a tired engineer in the middle of the night
Yes they carry me towards you
but collapse against each other when you catch me in the chasm of your eyesight
til I don't remember standing upright
Take my harness kiss and let me be your tower crane
Though my wheels turn, I'll never let you fall
Use this harness kiss like a battery when your power drains
Stand on my shoulders when you need to feel tall
It's like my lips were dipped in tarmac
so my words are black and sicker than a cyst
Yes I'm trying to take control back
but I'm finding all the places on your face I haven't covered with a kiss
oh the spots I've stained are hard to miss
Still take my harness kiss and let me be your tower crane
Though my wheels turn, I'll never let you fall
Use this harness kiss like a battery when your power drains
Stand on my shoulders when you need to feel tall
Well I'm angry that you used me
but I guess I should be grateful you would choose me at all
Though I'm an incomplete toolset
I could surely find a screw you'd let me bury in your wall
and from it, hang the man I wish you'd call
Oh so take my harness kiss and let me be your tower crane
Though my wheels turn, I'll never let you fall
Use this harness kiss like a battery when your power drains
Stand on my shoulders when you need to feel tall
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Bird Flies South
04:10
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The tang of old coffee is the only thing I'm tasting these days
I'm watching TV and the interviewee is describing the migratory ways
of some bird I'm never gonna see
I'm tired of choices with none of the voices
saying anything I can use
in a world where a bird flies south
and it's news
I'm a mailbox to send to; I'm searching for something to feel
It's like looking through menus, allergic to all of the meals
allergic to anything real
There's a bird in the air and I hope while he's there
he's admiring the views
in a world where a bird flies south
and it's news
I wake up forgetting why I bother at all
there's nothing I'm dying to do
There's a hole in my soul with a shovel inside
and it's you
So I walk through the night and when I start to see light
the birds come and sit on the tree
and I wonder why they stay when they can fly anywhere
then I wonder the same about me
Now I'm seeing the sky and remembering why
it's sometimes rewarding to lose
in a world where a bird flies south
and it's news
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The Tangerine
03:26
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I came up clad in armour, expecting you to go through me like a spear
But you opened up my shoulder blades and slid inside my heart from the rear
And call me pessimistic, but I think you may have missed the people meant for you
So I put the whiskey in me til I'm somebody new
til I'm somebody who deserves to look at you
Still I'm stitching up your heartbreak with a needle from a haystack
The cleanest, sharpest, only one I found
And I don't let you kiss me, nor assist me - it doesn't feel right to wear that crown
and I put the whiskey in me til I'm somebody new
til I'm somebody who knows how to help you
I took a tangerine from the table, hefty and pornographically round
I brought it to my lips, had a sniff, satisfied with what I found
When I bit down it was full of maggots
and I ate the whole damn thing
It was foul and full of maggots
and I ate the whole damn thing
When I bit down it was full of maggots
and I ate the whole damn thing
It was foul and full of maggots
and I ate the whole damn thing
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Seeing You
04:17
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Seeing you is like getting home
just as the cold starts to seep in
and throwing my boots into my room.
Seeing you is like reaching for the bowl on the top shelf
and finding chocolate I forgot was there.
I often wish I could shake off my memories
like shaking dust off the bedsheets
but every time I try, I pull the blankets back down
and find you lying there
I went for a long walk
trying to wear myself down
but you were in the wind
the breeze had learned how to pronounce your name
and you were in the trees, swaying
I brushed past a rose bush
with branches like your fingers, grasping
leaving red marks in the shape of your smile.
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Friend of mine
I was a story undesigned
A journal with no words, surrounded by lines
I'm no work of art
I was unfinished from the start
til you penciled in the borders of my heart
You came in
Found my outline
and filled me up
you fill me up
Sitting next to you
I notice everything you do
The way you hold your pen, the way you tie your shoes
and I follow the veins in the back of your hands like a road map
I remember every town I pass through
Just by being there to talk to,
you fill me up
you fill me up
With every glance
With every word you say
You fill me up
Friend of mine
Help me out of this mind
It's crowded with confessions you showed me how to find
You broke down every fence
and I don't mean to sound intense,
but everything I've ever lost suddenly makes sense
You found me
all alone and empty
and filled me up
you fill me up.
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Joe Holt New York, New York
Joe is a folk singer/songwriter originally from England, whose music was praised by Obscure Sound as "stirring, eloquent songwriting," and by Ear to the Ground as "the real deal when it comes to folk songwriting." His music has been featured twice on NPR. He lives in New York City. ... more
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