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Granite and evergreen
Undying earthly themes
The stuff of painted scenes
Granite and evergreen
Granite and evergreen
We never spoke in prose
Spun phrase on pointed toes
The winter that you froze
And I taped my windows closed
And I taped my windows closed
And when I lose control I think of you
Retrace the paces that I put you through
Loving me was such an awful thing to ask you to do
Now I grieve for one I never really knew
We never kept it clean
Chipped teeth and shredded sheets
The year I loved to scream
And you were my war machine
My gorgeous war machine
And when I lose control I think of you
Retrace the paces that I put you through
Loving me was such an awful thing to ask you to do
Now I grieve for one I never really knew
Granite and evergreen
Perfect, timeless and obscene
I prefer to love your memory
Granite and evergreen
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Oh my god, I’m feeling sober
Just arrived, the party’s over
Blinked and everyone I know got older
I’d do anything, to feel young again
Cause I just want to hear the hits
Just want to hear some words that I’m familiar with
I just want to hear the hits
Raid the stockpile of old letters
An emotional bomb shelter
I’m trying to feel, I’m not trying to feel better
I’d give anything, to feel real again
I just want to hear the hits
Just want to feel the way that I remember it
I just want to hear the hits
Every lonesome note I sing I sing to you
Every wholesome tone is lonely too
Play me something sad and slow and long
We all the know words, so we all sing along
We just want to hear the hits
Just want feel like we're a little part of this
We just want to hear the hits
Hear the hits
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Stare at blinking screens
But the movie’s done now
I did not see me
They must have cut my part out
Scenes like these never make the silver screen
Stupid me, stupid me
This line wraps the block
Bless the patient patrons
Who can but refuse to walk
Put their faith in waiting
In rush we trust, we don’t get in but it feels just
Stupid us, stupid us
Hope hangs heavy in the air
No one said this would be fair
I will shout your name from the edge of canyons
I will feel the same as time passes
Ancient glaciers formed me too
I still love you, still I love you
Hope hangs heavy in the air
No one said this would be fair
They won’t know my face
When I finally go home
Someone will fill my place
That’s the curse of the road
Freedom’s ring is sounds a like lonely
Stupid me, stupid me
Hope hangs heavy in the air
No one said this would be
No one said this would be
No one said this would be fair
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I flew home just a little too soon
It was good for me, it was bad for you
We played cards all afternoon
You were old for me, I was young for you
Explain my history to me
Explain yourself, take liberties
Empty house on a quiet street
I was scared of you, were scared of me?
You were mostly fantasy
When it came to life I wished I was asleep
Explain my history to me
Explain yourself, take liberties
Now I deal in memories
They don’t use the door, they come up like weeds
Can’t believe the scenes I see
So I close my eyes, I pour new concrete
Explain my history to me
Explain yourself, take liberties
Explain yourself, take liberties
Explain yourself, take liberties
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I’ve got a middle kid relationship to refills
Misbelieve in quantum cherry coke
Worried since before
I knew what worrying was for
And if you want some, I’ve got more
I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
Cavities fill my mouth
I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
I’m alright right now
Riddled with insidious predictions
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Seems like scarcity
Has left her marks all over me
She always said that nothing’s free
I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
Let me try this out
I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
I’m alright right now
Sit in the sun with a bottle of beer
Bike upside down while I oil the gears
Here’s to the year I stopped trying to steer
Now I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
Let me ride this out
I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
I’m alright right now
Better than summer
Bummer you missed out
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First get your story straight,
Born Oregon coast
Orphanage-raised
Forget un-lived ways
Tiptoe lonesome roads
Make home on the range
Ripping kindling from the Bible
Follow smoke signals for miles
Walk until you’re tired of walking away
Don’t stop if you’re not planning to stay
Walk until you’re tired of walking away
Leave ghosts in ghost towns
Bury your dead
Move on down
Killing rattlesnakes and robbers
Dreaming nightly of your father
Ride until you’re tired of running away
Don’t stop if you’re not planning to stay
Ride until you’re tired of running away
Cupid steal the reins
Cripple my horse
Make me stay
Make sense of mistakes
Study the stars
Find my way
The sole protector of the helpless
Dress the wounds you haven’t dealt with
Hide until you’re tired of running away
Don’t say if you’re not planning to stay
Hide until you’re tired of running away
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Charles Murphy - 1996
02:42
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Nothing is as formal as doorbell
Or as frightening as an unexpected call
Everyone’s got stories that they don’t tell
Family portraits taken at the mall
Runaway family pets
White built-in cabinets
I was born a major chord
Learned how to drive before you taught me
If you didn’t ask, I didn’t lie
Pull the car in till you hit the laundry
Boxes from our old house piled high
Breathe in dishwasher’s scent
Parked out by the dryer vent
I was born a major chord
Lost the last few messages your wrote me
I read the few I have on lonely nights
Living sometimes feels like something’s got me
Hands behind my back, receiving rights
I should have died a million times, I should have died
I should have died a million times, but I got life
I was born to play these chords
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Once you were a person who arrived on time
With eyes as bright as shoes just shined
All right ideas and tight Levis
When you closed your eyes
You fantasized that things would be all right
You took a road that no one knows about
Wound throughout the woes,
Highest highs and lowest of lows
You learned that hope is often dwarfed by doubt
Heavy hearts resound
Quiet now, you can hear them sound
Once you had motor and the will the drive
A slide-rule mind with fuel to fly
All-night rides and blown stoplights
When you closed your eyes
Never mind, you never closed your eyes
You took a road that no one knows about
Wound throughout the woes,
Highest highs and lowest of lows
You chased the work around a roundabout
Mind outshouts your mouth
Thought so loud you couldn’t hear a sound
Now we an aging forest with boughs so high
With roofs of leaves that frame the sky
The loops repeat: birds crow, wolves cry
When you close your eyes
Curtains rise; you’re blinded by the light
You took a road that no one knows about
Wound throughout the woes,
Highest highs and lowest of lows
Made your peace up on the mortal mount
Sounding through the throws
Love is leaving everything you know
Oh,
Write it on your throat
Love is leaving everything you know
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Where there is air, there’s my love
Coffee at sunset, my love
Catholic parents running late
Right up the stairs, no rush, we can wait
Where there is air, there’s my love
Cookies and napkins, my love
Stop at the statue, the virgin in white
Breathe in her silence; take in her light
Where there is air, there’s my love
Atheists stare at my love
Unearthly blessing, a walk around the block
Verses from heaven in asphalt and chalk
Sure I’m scared
I’m skipping stairs, love
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I will wait for you
Till they burn my body
I will sing your tune
When you stop responding
Foolish youth,
How I cling to you who loved me too
You loved me too
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Where there is air, there’s my love
Coffee at sunset, my love
Catholic parents running late
Right up the stairs, no rush, we can wait
Where there is air, there’s my love
Cookies and napkins, my love
Stop at the statue, the virgin in white
Breathe in her silence; take in her light
Where there is air, there’s my love
Atheists stare at my love
Unearthly blessing, a walk around the block
Verses from heaven in asphalt and chalk
Sure I’m scared
I’m skipping stairs, love
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Oh my god, I’m feeling sober
Just arrived, the party’s over
Blinked and everyone I know got older
I’d do anything, to feel young again
Cause I just want to hear the hits
Just want to hear some words that I’m familiar with
I just want to hear the hits
Raid the stockpile of old letters
An emotional bomb shelter
I’m trying to feel, I’m not trying to feel better
I’d give anything, to feel real again
I just want to hear the hits
Just want to feel the way that I remember it
I just want to hear the hits
Every lonesome note I sing I sing to you
Every wholesome tone is lonely too
Play me something sad and slow and long
We all the know words, so we all sing along
We just want to hear the hits
Just want feel like we're a little part of this
We just want to hear the hits
Hear the hits
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Kirsten Opstad Los Angeles, California
Kirsten Opstad is a Los Angeles-based singer-songwriter.
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