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Fall
04:21
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Come, childhood hours
Come back to me
Don’t let me see what I’ve become
Close those fearless eyes I’ll never see again
‘cause it’ll never be Spring,
It’ll never be Spring
Brown leaves
covering the memories
Cloudburst
Fogging up my eyes
Where did all the flowers go?
Mom, is it too late to come home?
‘cause it’ll never be Spring,
No, It’ll never be Spring
Rain draws
Wrinkles on my windows
First snow
whitens up my hair
Where did all the flowers go?
Mom, is it too late to come home?
‘cause it’ll never be Spring,
No, It’ll never be Spring
Where did all the flowers go?
Mom, is it too late to come home?
‘cause it’ll never be Spring,
No, It’ll never be Spring
And I’m scared of the dark
Very, very scared of the dark
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2. |
Water Rises
04:10
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Oh water rise, Oh water rises
Oh water rise, Oh water rises
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Sandy’s coming
And she’ll lift the sea’s horizon.
Storms. Storms are coming
Storms. Storms are coming
Birds are fleeing from the harbor
Oh water rise, Oh water rises
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do, Brooklyn, Brooklyn?
1 foot, 2 foot, 3 foot, 4, 8-9-10-11 more
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when the water rises?
If your borough floods tomorrow
Take the A train up to Harlem
Oh water rise, Oh water rises
If she swallows up the A train (Water rises)
Build a raft from cans and cellophane (Water rises)
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do, Brooklyn, Brooklyn?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when the water rises?
1 foot, 2 foot, 3 foot, 4, 8-9-10-11 more
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do?
When the spring has disappeared
We’ll make plastic flowers for the trees.
The barometric pressure is falling
Why is everyone stalling?
Why in the hell is everybody stalling?
1 foot, 2 foot, 3 foot, 4, 8-9-10-11 more
Me oh my whatcha gonna buy
Whatcha gonna buy when the water rises?
Me oh my whatcha gonna buy
Whatcha gonna buy when the water rises?
When the spring has disappeared
We’ll make plastic flowers for the trees.
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3. |
Snow
03:16
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It was the first snow of the year
Slipping and sliding, switching gears
Oh, I never thought that I would finally feel so
clear
Know the only thing that’s left to do.
I rode the G train half past two
There’s only me there’s no more you
Oh, I never thought that I would let this go so
easy
As I passed you by at Myrtle Willoughby
Never should’ve let you in
Never should’ve let you in
I took the train towards Coney
When I loved you I was lonely
Never should’ve let you in.
And when it snowed again this year
I thought that I had changed my gears
Oh, I never thought we would let this go so easy
But I watched as you passed me by
As you passed me by
Yeah I watched,
And I passed you by
And i passed you by.
credits
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4. |
Big Green American Dream
03:54
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Boom shalala boom boom shala
Boom shalala boom boom shalalala
Boom shalala boom boom shala
Big Green American Dream
I think you knew the steps to a Galway jig
Left it behind for a Long Island miss.
You took her on a ride -
The Wonder Wheel at night
9 minutes and 50 seconds to decide
You left it all behind
You gotta make that money
Oh my Myles, your pocket full of trials
Making gravy for a lady in the shady part of jersey you’re a
Dictionary boy, counting every coin.
Fancy party, hardly
any John you knew
He washed a dish or two
She said ya left too soon
Poor boy in a corner with the ingenue
Oh my Myles, your pocket full of trials
Making gravy for a lady in the shady part of jersey you’re a
Dictionary boy, counting every coin.
Oh my Myles, your pocket full of trials
Gotta get rich quick, while Uncle Wall Street’s turning tricks you were a
You were a
Big Green American Dream.
Bought the house on credit
Aprons, lace and Beckett.
Oh the books you studied,
Don’t read no more. Daddy’s making lots of money.
He’s making lots of money
He’s making lots of money
Oh my Myles, your pocket full of trials
Making gravy for a lady in the shady part of jersey you’re a
Dictionary boy, counting every coin.
Oh my Myles, your pocket full of trials
Gotta get rich quick, while Uncle Wall Street’s turning tricks you were a
Dictionary boy, counting every coin.
Oooooeeeeeeee
(Oh my Myles,)
Big Green American Dream
(Oh, my Myles)
Oooeeeeeeeeee
Ooooeeeeeeeee
(Oh my Myles,)
Big Green American Dream
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5. |
Can't Swim?
03:13
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Sitting with my parents in the sun
Hun, we’re so proud of you, you’re
going to the city
going to the city
Don’t forget to call us when you land
No, put that back, we need to
save for the city
save for the city”
(should the oxygen be needed, a mask will drop)
Go, off you go
Get ready for
Get ready for the storm
Don’t look up or wonder where to go
You need to make it cause you’re
now in the city
alone in the city
Take more Advil, hurry hide your cough
You can’t afford to see a
doc in the city
Can’t swim? Boy, do we have a sea for you.
Can’t swim? Boy, do we have a sea for you.
Nada, niño,
Nada contra el mar.
Lying to my parents on the phone
“Yes I’m so happy here
I’m thrivin’ in the city.
I can’t get the time off to come home
It’s just my birthday, mom I’ll
Stay in the city
Alone in the city”
Can’t swim? Boy, do we have a sea for you.
Can’t swim? Boy, do we have a sea for you.
Can’t swim? Boy, do we have a sea for you.
Can’t breath? Boy, it's the place for you.
Go, off you go
Get ready for
Get ready for the storm
Sitting with my parents in the sun
“Hun, we’re still proud of you, you’re
back from the city,
survived the city”
Don’t forget the reasons why you ran
you know you’re never going
back to the City
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6. |
Pin in the Map
03:45
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I put a pin in the map
It’s been years and now I’ve found my way back here
It’s kind of funny, well that, i thought
It would all be the same.
How many breaths have you taken since I saw you last?
How many hours at your daily grind?
And I wish we could just say, “how are you,”
Instead, “it’s been so long, old friend.”
How many years will it take?
Will we ever get back to where we started?
I, I, I, I,
I didn’t make a mistake
It was right. Was it right?
It had to be right.
It had to be - It had to be right.
Oh, How many breaths have you taken since I saw you last?
How many hours at your daily grind?
And I wish we could just say “how are you,”
Instead, it’s been so long
How many breaths have you taken since I saw you last?
How many hours at your daily grind?
And I wish we could just say “how are you,”
Instead, it’s been so long
Instead, it’s been so long
Instead, it’s been so long
Old friend.
credits
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7. |
#naturanaturans
02:09
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Natura naturans, natura naturans...
OMG
That is the cutest pic I’ve even seen
Oh gurl stop hashtag-woke-up-like-this
Yes, I’m blessed check my #picoftheday
I’ll fight my FOMO, you fight your pain, alone
Natura naturans, natura naturans...
Natural girls
Juno filters through you brain
Be yourself
as long as you’re pretty
Also check out this corset!
Natura naturans, natura naturans...
Hey sister, are you okay?
I’m kind of worried about you
Let’s talk, grab a cup of coffee, maybe a walk
Maybe an ice-cream
Nah bitch, I’m thousands! (She’s thousands!)
That’s rad, it’s lit, so cool
See bitch? I’m thousands! (She’s thousands!)
Follow for follow for follow...
Natural girls
Juno filters through you brain
Be yourself
as long as you’re pretty
Suffer as long as you’re breathing.
credits
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8. |
"More Woke"
03:02
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9. |
Mosaic
02:55
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We are running running
Beat beat beat your rhythm on the old concrete yeah
Beat beat beat. Rhythm is a two way street.
Beat beat beat your rhythm on the old concrete yeah
Beat beat beat. Rhythm is a two way street.
Baby with her makeup done up to the nines yeah
Beat beat beat. Rhythm on the old concrete
“Snap me on the bridge?” Sure, watch your feet!” I don’t get it but I love this street
Dude with the dogs and dads in keds, bodega boys and bougie bread.
(Car with subs pass)
Who’s gonna know unless you tell em.
Who’s gonna know who the hell you are unless you -
Keep on singing with your girl friends down the street yeah
Beat beat beat. Rhythm is a two way street.
Singing like we know our shit is deep, step me over twelve and to the beat
LALALALALA
La-lo, La-lo, La-lo, La-lo...
I don’t know who invited you but I guess you can join our song. Hey!
We wave at the cigarette lady
Whose stoop’s full of cigarette ends
But we got big plans, small house. Big plans, small house
Sorry mama, never gonna move upstate
But who’s gonna know unless you tell em.
Who’s gonna know who the hell you are unless you
who’s gonna know unless you tell em.
Who’s gonna know
who’s gonna know unless you tell em.
Who’s gonna know
People are streaming down the street
They are pouring down the sidewalks
Hearing shards of conversation
Glued together as we walk.
A mosaic as we walk.
A walking mosaic as we talk.
shards of conversation
Glued together as we walk.
“My girlfriend—did you get (milk) — alrededor de la esquina
— LOL dude” (tie with radio static like changing station)
A mosaic as we walk.
A walking mosaic as we talk...
A mosaic as we walk.
A walking mosaic as we talk.
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10. |
Vesuvio
03:21
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Vesuvio
In the deep end
You’re like a child: wondering.
Eyes open, water’s shock
You dive in;
the moment stops.
If only, only, only,
only , only, only
If only we could be young again.
Vesuvio,
You’re three feet deep.
Within soho, a quiet street.
You’re where we go to take a dip,
where children grow, and time it slips.
If only, only, only,
Only, only, only,
Only we could be.
Oh.
The years go by, she’s old now.
With each inch grown she wonders how.
That time could fold, just like that day.
Vesuvio, you’re far away.
If only, only, only,
Only, only only,
Only we could be.
Where do you go?
Vesuvio.
Lost till you grow: Vesuvio.
So she looks back
At crater’s edge
Where all of time could turn again.
And like she was the younger one.
Still scraping knees and having fun .
If only, only, only, only, only, only.
Only we could be:
Oh.
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11. |
Mornight
03:32
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Blackout, I’m still here
Sunshine forcing its will
Don’t look, think it’ll disappear?
My guess is 3pm
Wake up, it’s time again
Cold water makes it all clear.
Oh, you know it’s gonna be
Oh, the night of your life, oh
keep going all night long
Oh, you know it’s gonna be
Oh, the night of your life, no
You’re never going home
Oh wait, it’s more like 6.
I hear the heels on bricks
drumming softly in my head
Street cleaners, MTA’s
health workers, business men
I raise when you go to bed
Oh, you know it’s gonna be
Oh, the night of your life, oh
keep going all night long
Oh, you know it’s gonna be
Oh, the night of your life, no
You’re never going home
Look up, refill the glass
“No sir, I think I’ll pass.”
Big smile, hide behind your teeth
Tick-tock, the night is young
Don’t hear it, bite your tongue
10 till the end of your shift.
Oh, you know it’s gonna be
Oh, the night of your life,
oh keep going all night long
Oh, you know it’s gonna be
Oh, the night of your life, no
You’re never going home
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12. |
Sips of Oxygen
03:29
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Put away the cups
Put away the bowls
Take out all the bottles and the cans
We didn't pour.
Put away the cups
Put away the bowls
Take out all the bottles and the cans we didn't pour
Carry all the tables to the basement there below
Fold her favorite flag and give the marshmallows
To the neighbor boy.
There is no party here anymore.
Standing in the doorway,
Taking in your blood
Breathing out and breathing in,
Never think of what you lose between sips of oxygen
Sips of oxygen
Never knew you spry
Before I heard you crying.
And I never knew the heights of you
Before I saw you eaten from the inside.
So how in the hell did it come down?
How in the hell did it come down
How in the hell did it come down
To sips of oxygen
To sips of oxygen
To sips of oxygen
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