1. |
From Class
03:09
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You sat across from me in a boring class
For 15 dragging weeks
Your voice was quiet
Your face was silent
And you really liked Neil Young
I think you only looked at me once
When the teacher said I should try to write lyrics
Instead of just music
Because my music was so derivative
And you turned to me
And your mouth twitched into a split-second smile
Like you were curious to hear what I'd say if I could
And even with that acknowledgement of my existence
I was still too nervous to talk to you
You sat across from me in a boring class
For 15 dragging weeks
Your voice was quiet
Your face was silent
And you really liked Neil Young
You had a tiny black book
In which you wrote tiny words from tiny hands
If you were taking notes, I admire that
If you were writing your thoughts, then I wonder
I wonder
I saw you once a week
I saw your hair get long enough to put in a ponytail
I wonder if that was a big step for you
I wonder if it was a big day
And I wonder if you wrote it in your book
I wonder about everything you'd say
Pale, pale skin
Inscrutable and beautiful
Eyes and red, red shoes
Pale, pale skin
Inscrutable and beautiful
Eyes and red, red shoes
I'm writing this while you're across from me
It's a little fucked up
You're writing in that black book
And it probably looks like I'm just texting someone
Because I'm writing this song on my phone
And if you are taking notes
You probably think I look like a slacker
So I should stop writing this song now
You really liked Neil Young
You really liked Neil Young
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2. |
Leather Couch
04:41
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Pity invitations
Petty conversations
Shitty obligations
"Come over tonight"
I was on a leather couch at your party
I was on a leather couch at your stupid party
I was on a leather couch where
No one was as cool as their clothes
Or as colorful as their hair
I think that Fred and Carrie wrote this day
Everyone's an artist that paints with a gun
And everyone's a fighter that kills with paint
And we can talk about everything
Except for what we really like to talk about
And go our separate ways
I was on a leather couch at your party
I was on a leather couch at your fucking party
Then I was on the couch with you
I wanna pick you up and carry you home
And build you something useful
Anything you wouldn't expect me to do
But I don't know what we'd talk about
Because I never wanted to be honest before
Now
I guess we could sit on a different couch
And pass the time alone together
Get to know each others' disguises
And talk about art and death
That's what all these interesting people do
And I'll think how you look nice in that dress
Teach me to be honest
Teach me how to love someone
Besides myself
And I'll build you that useful thing that I mentioned
But you probably won't wanna be friends with me tomorrow
I used to be cool but I got pretty weird
Ask everyone I know
I was on a leather couch at your party
I was on a leather couch at your party
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3. |
Mid-summer Crisis
04:07
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Let me drive you to the shore
And drown our inhibitions in the sand
Close the door on the ocean
And hide the sun between our hands
The moon smolders and sparks
But soon it fizzles out
And then the wrong thing to say
Hangs like honey in our mouths
Now open the door to all we locked inside
We move our chairs into the rising tide
A beacon of light bursts through the night
But never to ignite
We made a beach of broken bottles
A hollow path no one should follow
I see a careful kid on the soft sands
Stepping over failed plans
I see two careless kids in the mirror
The end of love becoming clearer
Now open the door to all we locked inside
We move our chairs into the rising tide
We move our chairs into the rising tide
Now open that goddamn door and see what we'll find
We're drunk and alone
And very far from home
We're both alone, we're both alone
But I can’t seem to break your heart
Like the rest of the world does
Can’t seem to burn you like the hot concrete
Burns your feet in summer heat
Now open the door to all we locked inside
We move our chairs into the rising
Tide
The rising tide
The rising tide
The rising tide
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4. |
GCR
03:06
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I let the good times roll off my shoulders
Shrug them off like midnight chills
I look deep into your eyes
As we both sincerely lie
TV makes me wanna go out and be friends with everybody
And everybody makes me wanna go back and watch TV
I'm sorry I don't feel the way you do
I'm sorry I don't feel the way you do
Vacuum your shadows, swat your bruises
I heard you'll always be a loser
And I look deep into your eyes
As we both sincerely lie
We're dumb
And got stuck with the conscience that killers are missing
It's scraping at our hearts for no good reason
I'm sorry I don't feel the way you do
I'm sorry I don't feel the way you do
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5. |
Coolest (Annie)
04:02
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I was in my metal phase
With a curtain of hair strung over my eyes
When you made me a mix CD
For the used Hyundai I'd just learned to drive
In the months that followed, I learned you better
Through your favorite songs
You liked personal storytellers
And acoustic guitars
So here's a song like one of those
In lieu of things I never said
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
I hope that this will make you smile
I hope this finds you feeling well
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
I wish that I'd been the oldest
So I could've told them to leave you alone
And we'd walk the hallways with headphones, undisturbed
And make up for lost years
With songs ending with a click
Where the lonely minstrel stopped his tape recorder
And now I can sing every plaintive verse
To an empty childhood home
So here's a song like one of those
In lieu of things I never said
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
I hope that this will make you smile
I hope this finds you feeling well
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
And it hit me like a sister
Running into my arms
Yeah it hit me like a sister
Running into my arms
So here's a song like one of those
In lieu of things I never said
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
I hope that this will make you smile
I hope this finds you feeling well
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
Yeah here's a song like John Darnielle
At least that's what I had in mind
Annie you're the coolest person
Who ever left me behind
But I hope that this will make you smile
In the time until we meet again
Annie you're the coolest person
I have ever met
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Tom Maroon Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Songwriter and producer.
Indie rock, folk, trip-hop, jazz.
I like telling stories.
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