1. |
Ivory
02:03
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Started out slow but you’re running me down
I wish I’d just trip, skin my knee on the ground
I play our song when I’m lying around
I know all the words but I don’t make a sound
Strawberried bare legs, cold cuts and ramen
I don’t need much but you’re just what I wanted
Strawberried bare legs, cold cuts and ramen
I don’t need much
I don’t need much
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2. |
Off Ramp
05:06
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Driving down the highway
When I crossed the county line
It felt like tripping on concrete
But the engine’s running fine
And I’m staring at the rearview
As I slip into the night one last time
Speeding through the darkness
Pushing eighty-five
Well I’m lucky it’s a straight shot
Cause you burn up my mind
And if I make it back by midnight
I’ll be home in record time to toe the line
Rolling my car on the off ramp
Cause I’m not trying to go home
Crawl out of the back catch a taxi
Leave before they know
I can’t see a way that you’d want me
I can’t see a way so I’m gonna go
Crashland in the kitchen
Trying to find my feet
Makes me throw up in the bathroom
And kick off all my sheets
And when I finally get to doze off
You meet me in my dreams
Naturally
I close my eyes and see you
Standing ten feet tall
Knee high water rushing round you
Filling up the hall
And you can’t see me drowning
Then I slip over the falls
And wake up
Other nights we run off
And hop right in my car
There’s still dog hair in the back seat
But we never get that far
We just seem drive circles
Or just sit there in park
And wake up
And I know
Time is going
Towards a day
I don’t know you
When I wake up
And you wake up
And the ghost left
Is only in my dreams
Rolling my car on the off ramp
Cause I’m not trying to go home
Crawl out of the back catch a taxi
Leave before they know
I can’t see a way that you’d want me
I can’t see a way so I’m gonna go
Rolling my car on the off ramp
Cause I’m not trying to go home
Crawl out of the back catch a taxi
Leave before they know
I can’t see a way that you’d want me
I can’t see a way so I’m gonna go
All things being equal
All things being fucked
I still wonder if you hate me
Or wish I’d call you up
And I know it’s all conjecture
And keeps me feeling stuck
Right here
All things being equal
All things being fucked
I still wonder if you hate me
Or wish I’d call you up
And I know it’s all conjecture
And keeps me feeling stuck
Right here
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3. |
Paper Airplane
03:56
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I made a paper airplane
To fly right through your window
I wrote down something stupid
It doesn’t matter cause I missed real bad
And landed in a branch
Don’t think I’ll ever reach it
I’m not too good at climbing
It’s probably for the best now
But maybe one day it’ll fall right out
And drift into your house
Oh
Guess I’ll wait for the day when the winds start to change and decide that they’ll show me their favor
Oh
Now I’m back home alone and I’m scribbling notes and I’m desperately folding some paper
I think I outdid myself
This new one’s really crazy
It’s got all kinds of rudders
And aerospace engineering
And plus I wrote a novel
I think it should explain things
I had to edit some but
I fit it all on two wings
Oh
Guess I’ll wait for the day when the winds start to change and decide that they’ll show me their favor
Oh
Now I’m back home alone and I’m scribbling notes and I’m desperately folding some paper
Oh
Guess I’ll wait for the day when the winds start to change and decide that they’ll show me their favor
Oh
Now I’m back home alone and I’m scribbling notes and I’m desperately folding some paper
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4. |
Trudy
04:03
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Bring in the dog
It’s cold outside
And if you leave her out the next door neighbors whine
But it’s what she wants
Cause she loves the cold
Trudy, I don’t believe a word you’re getting old
I think we’re gonna steal her
Bring her ass inside
But she’ll go running back to you
Cause that dog is stuck to you like glue
And living comfortably just really ain’t her style
Bring in the dog
It’s fifteen tonight
And if you leave her out her bones might turn to ice
If she’s “just a dog”
Then you’re “just a man”
And I won’t think twice when I crush that windpipe in
And she’ll still cry
She doesn’t know any better
You’re all that she knows
And when she’s out of kicking range
If someone else should bring her pain
She’d miss the sting of your boot and the smell of your old coat
Oh Trudy, you’re getting old
You’re getting old
You’re getting old
You’re getting old
Ella, ella
I’m gonna hang out with my mom, Kathleen, today
And she’s gonna tell some stories
And we’re gonna go in the woods and we’re gonna have lunch
And, maybe take some pictures and we play with the doggie
And were just gonna have a big time
It’s a beautiful day
In downtown Asheville, North Carolina
And uh, we are just in for a treat
So awesome
Say something
I can hardly wait
Ella is my favorite doggie in the whole world
She has meant so much, not only to Lisa, but to all of us
She has the sweetest personality and is the most gentle, dearest animal with a personality that, that nobody could beat, not even a human
You can’t beat her
You can’t beat Ella
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5. |
Laurel
03:10
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I don’t love you like I used to
You don’t know me anymore
I don’t love you like I used to
Somehow I love you more
I’m not drinking like I used to
I’ve been trying to take it slow
I’m not drinking like I used to
But still end up on the floor
I don’t hate you like I used to
I don’t know me anymore
I don’t hate you like I used to
Somehow I hate you more
When laurel turns red
You’ll know I’m doing fine
When laurel turns red
You’ll know I’m doing fine
When laurel turns red
You’ll know I’m doing fine
When laurel turns red
You’ll know I’m doing fine
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6. |
Scrap
02:38
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I’ve never been this scared of drinking
But I’ve drank more alone
Cause splitting a bottle
Is less economical
When self-sabotage is the goal
And if you heard the next verse you would kill me
So it’s best if I scrap what I wrote
Spare you the pain and I’ll try to abstain
But the alcohol knows what I want
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7. |
Wiper
02:42
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I thought I warned you
I never can make up my mind
I’m indecisive
And wait for life to pass me by
So when I took off down forty
I still can’t believe I got the car in drive
But now the objects in the rearview are somehow getting close all the time
I tried warn you
I won’t advocate for myself
Pretend I’m stronger
But I know that I’m weak as hell
So when I look at all my problems
I can always trace them right back to myself
I’m worried if tried to solve them
I’d only go and fuck up someone else
I tried to warn you
I tried to warn you
I tried to warn you
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8. |
Aftermath
02:48
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In the aftermath
We’ll be sleeping alone
While our children play out in the snow
In the aftermath
Time continues to roll
And in every story’s a hole
In the aftermath
Love continues to burn
As it smolders it way past the hurt
In the aftermath
We’ll forget what we learned
But pretend it’s too hard to discern
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One Wheel Fireworks Show Nashville, Tennessee
Management —
Billy Maupin at Resounding Strategies
billy@resoundingstrategies.com
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