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I ain't wealthy babe
but i get by
alone as the mountains
and as big as the sky
As green as new grass
as young as new love
blooming slowly
in the coming months
Find yourself
in a lovers arms
at the end of the night
splattered with stars
shining down
with dying light
No things ain't good
but they're all right.
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Give me ten more
years of being alone
an understated statement
said in a tone
As mild as the mountains
that branded me a coward
Directed winter at my tounge
hung flaccid like a flower
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October is ending
and it's time to pretend
that we are who we are not
a grain of sand growing into a rock
My Adam's apple
didn't fall far from the tree
man, my dad would be so proud
if he could hear me now
Kiss a girl in costume
because she likes the way you talk
Tell her that she looks so good
even though it's dark
Details are irrelevant
when you sing a melody
delivered with the cadence
of a hundred swaying trees
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It's a beautiful day
and i couldn't care any less
I'd rather lie here in bed
and feel like death
That place where we went last night
it's a hell of a bar
and the walk really aint that bad
it's not too far
There's a singer on stage
giving it his all
Dirty lonely mirrors
decorate the walls
Reflecting away the image that you've come to call your own
And all that's left is the regrets buried deep inside your bones
The sun came out
and landed on my skin
well my eyes swole up and it hurt so much
i don't know where to begin
My buddy just left for Ashland
I hope he's all right to drive
Cause the night before is hitting me
like a ton of dynamite
There's a singer on stage
giving it his all
Dirty lonely mirrors
decorate the walls
Reflecting away the image that you've come to call your own
And all that's left is the regrets buried deep inside your bones
I got a pretty girl rubbing my back
calling me a poor thing
I guess I'll spend my soul away
along with the money i bring
There's a singer on stage
giving it his all
Dirty lonely mirrors
decorate the walls
Reflecting away the image that you've come to call your own
And all that's left is the regrets buried deep inside your bones
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With the seasons work on the line this year
How we feast on the burden in the clear of any dime
And all the fervor that you bring as you curse the changing winds
The belief in what you sow ain't the same as what's returned
Like a field on fire laid down beneath your feet
Now you're kicking up your heels as you're dancing out the door
Raising hell like the rest in the cities down the road
In the clearing by your house is where you keep all of your pride
But your heels are singing louder than the hum of summer's end
Like a field on fire laid down beneath your feet
Another year down the line caring for the wilted spring
But you're speaking in your breath of all the curs and disbelief
In the weeds of your work
In the weeds of your worth
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4. |
Before the War - Alameda
03:09
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Moments before the war
You were starting toward the old lights across the kitchen floor
It came in ringing
Wake to a hospital ceiling
Came through while silently singing
Straining for a chance to see
Until you came back to me
Before this war
You move around like no one can tell
Until the time when you finally swell out the door into sight
In humid daylight
“I’ve had my fill” you swore, speaking out in indelible chords
You say what you can’t take back
Cheers to what comes next
Before this war
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Alameda & Hip Hatchet Portland, Oregon
Hip Hatchet and Alameda are excited to announce the release of a Split EP. The collaborative effort was recorded over the course of 2012 and 2013 in various home studios, basements, and living rooms in Portland, Oregon.
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