Dis-Scripted

She Wears The Shirt Ironically
Yet The Disc Is In The Changer
They Sound Like Their From Cali
Then Greet It Like A Stranger
"Oh Is That Who They Are?
Mom Must Have Left It In The Car"

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Crawl Space

The Shadows Of The Cloud Passed Over And Back
The Sand Is Sticky With The Sweat Of His Back
Muttering Mexican Slang That's Short For Prayers
Drinking The Bottled Water He Forgot To Pack

That Vista Was Never In Doubt
It Wasn't What Was In Lack

Under Rocks Stop Him When One Sneaked Out
Heyday Heat Came Indiscreet To Passed Him Out
The Say The Small Ones Are The Most Dangerous
It Was Nice To Have Taken Him Before The Drought

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Juno

Will It Last Seven Years Too
An Anger Over Women
I Choose Before You

My Feelings Are Dido
But Take Her Away
And Cry When It Grows

There's A Reason
The City's Called Paris
And He's Still Not A Freeman

It's Not About The Film
To Here You Are Confused
It's The Power You Have To Let Love Kill Him When Bruised

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The Seven Islands

Set Sail The Bitter River
I Know The Star Map Is Wrong
The Gauls Can't Be Everywhere
They're Only A Hundred Men Strong

We All Love Babylon
But These Dots Are Not Stars
They Are Lights From Bigger Cities
Only Reflected In Ours

Home Is Still Home
And Free Of Wild Savages
But We Must See The Dogheads
On The Edge Of The World Each Balances

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Out At The Pictures

A Double If It's Free
Or The Back Has Two Seats
Just So No One Can See
Were Every Couple Meets
Will He Grab My Hand
Will It Go As I Planned

It Feels Like First Time Jitters
"You Want To Go To The Pictures?"

Something About The Dark
And All The Other Strangers
You See Every Spark
And A Kiss Feel Endangered
Until I See His Eyes Shine
And His Lips Meet Mine

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Forget The Fall

I See You By That Douglas Fir
Shadows Only Make You Smaller
Than The Others' Words
You Choose To Color

You Should Stop Hiding
And Trust Your Friends A Little Less
Because They Fill Me
With What You Wish To Confess

Do Tell Them Lies
Like The Shit Comedy Central Wants.
It Make's You Feel Better
Words Of Regret And Old Haunts

Like Old Schools And Town Gardens
In Where You First Felt
A Hand Forced Up Tops By Friends
Who Gave Better Than You Dealt

I Might See You On Some Cover
And I'll Mention Your Name
But Who'll Walk Your Side
As Your Flaunt Other's Fame

I Hope When You Search
You Find Before Me
Because I'd Hate To See You
As Just A Nominee

Remember Them Nights In Beds
You Faced Me
I Don't Think He Will
Does He See What You See

But Ye're So Honest Aren't Ye
He Is Bound To Know
So Full For Them Virtues
He Can't Help But Go

But He Still Wanders Here
Just Like I Said He'd Be
You Are Some Girl
For Fighting For Mediocrity

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Stripping Cigarettes With Sticks And Stones

Across The SU The Lights Are Dim
He's Not Ready For An Introduction
"I've Heard Of You... But Not From Him"
It Left Her With Little In Deduction
She Didn't Need To Squint
To Read The Fine Print

But Then Came The Pissing Contest
You Took Them To The Shooting Gallery
The Boys Could Only Leave Depressed
As I Felt The Lyrics Of Jamie T
Now I Owe You A Can
"Don't You Ever Change, Man"

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Is This The Sound Of Settling?

As She Studied Notes
He Searched For Surprises
And Fell For Other Glances
As The Smoking Area Arises

'Can I Borrow A Smoke?'
And What's More Exciting
Than A Strangers Joke
Under Outdoor Lighting
'Don't Tell Me Your Name
Lets Just Share A Flame
Don't You Know We Are
Two Cut From The Same'

'I Don't Mean To Sound Like A Slut...'
Her Twisting Foot Crushed A Cigarette 'Butt
This Place Is Dead And I've Such A Cold Bed'
So Her Hand Led And Their Clothes They Shead
On Her Body He Fed And Wondered 'Do I Wish You Were Her Instead?'

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This Is From Cleo To You

Such Tidings Do Break Me
But Was Easy To Foresee
Proof This Stained Dagger
No Words Speak My Anger:
'So She Was Fuckin' Paddy
That's No News To Me
Was Textin' Him Away
But Sure What Could I Say'

Other Ships Hold Her Bay
What Reason For Me To Stay
Cornered In House And Home
By The Real Men Of Rome:
'She Has Her Lad Now
So I'll Take Me Bow
She Can Only Do It Once
Cheat Me With Those Cunts'

She Said From Her Tragedy
With Lips That Spoke 'Antony
Be Quick To Follow Me
And Apart We Won't Be':
'She Told Me To Say
She Did Not Mean To Stray
She Still May Love You
But She Cannot Live As Two'

'They Spoke Of Helen Of Troy
And The Ships She Could Deploy
But It's We Who'll Fill Stages
Longer Than Homeric Ages':
'You Say He Owns A Lexus
As If To Make Me Jealous
But She Will Still Call My Name
I Hear His Pillow Talk Is Tame'

Away His Sword Brought Him
And Lay In Roman Trim
One Woman Tells Him Lies
With Pigs Blood For His Eyes:
'Tell Her She Can Fuck Off'
Like A Pig From A Trough
Her Best Friends Do Lie
With Rumors They Imply

He Took His Just Like You
Alone, Her Words Were Untrue:
Once He Walked Away
With Who Could She Stay

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Last Days On Sugar Mountain

Summers Are No Longer Fun
I Now Mind The Rain
I Don't Own A Water Gun
And I Never Will Again

Thirty Strong Games Of Tag
Fall To Wrist Sprain
Fires And A Sleeping Bag
And He Never Will Again

Once With Lipstick Cheeks
Now Can't Make Daisy Chains
Doesn't Listen When Mother Speaks
And She Never Will Again

We Are Woman, We Are Man
The Last Days On Sugar Mountain

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Bananas

The Taximan Won't Put Up The Racket
Popped Locks And Take Your Jacket
Roads Are Quiet And Lead To Dark
Guided By Our Cigarette Sparks

Signpost Are No Use With The Names They Give
Especially When You Don't Know Where You Live

Which Flowerpot Has The Damn Keys
Broken Windows And Dirty Knees
Sharing Secrets Among Your Friends
And Used Teabags After Nighclubs End

The Whiskey Is Telling You What You Feel
And The Cuts On Your Hands Aren't Ready To Heal

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Grass Roots

Hands Cup Glass Of A Beat Up Past

The Roof Has Caved In
You Know It Ain't What It Has Been
Probably That Bad Storm A Few Years Ago
Who Knows What Befell Or Arose
Where Are The Swings
They'd Sit Where Those Rusted Things Do Lie
And We Would Tie The Dog To It

Over There
That's Where He Did Propose
And Took My Mother's Hand
There They Planted A Bush Of Rose
Shame It's Cut From The Land
The Door Is Jammed But The Window Ain't
Flaking Off Chips Like Dry Warpaint
This Place Is A Death Trap
Walls And Floors Like A Relief Map
You Can See In To The Attic
Feels Doomsday Dramatic
With The Sky Between The Tiles

Our Old Stove Is Still There
Needs Less Than A Repair
Too Heavy To Lift I Guess
That Door Frame Was Me At Thirteen
The Same Size As You
You Can See My Growing Spurt Were Overdue

We Didn't Leave It Like This
It Be Cheaper To Burn
"Dad, Does It Still Feel Like Home
When You Return?"

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