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Olive Says
02:44
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Oh no I started drinking without you again
I really thought that was over
And all those fireworks that are in the dirt
Girl get your hands and dig em on out
The way that you used to make me laugh
I’d cover my hands over my mouth
So how’d those ghosts come and find me?
Thought I left them in the city
In that house that almost broke me
But Olive says she sees the ghosts here, by her bed
Yeah Olive says the ghosts have changed color
Now their pink and their red
So haunt me baby like old times
Shake me baby shake the tears out of my eyes
I don’t ask for much I just ask that you try
No I don’t ask for much, do I?
So haunt me baby like old times
Shake me baby, shake out the valentines
And don’t forget what Olive says
They’re red and pink and pink and red
No don’t forget what Olive says
They’re red and pink and pink and red
And oh how I want to dream of other things
And you’ve got the power to do that for me
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2. |
This One's For You
01:25
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I’d print scripts and write notes in the lines
To every episode of My So-Called Life
And when I finally convinced you
To drive me to LA
You were so surprised when they turned me away
But sometimes at night, my hands turn to knives
And I don’t know how but I can cut a whole in Heaven
And with her arm around your neck
You cheers a beer with Jesus
And say, and say
This one's for you
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3. |
May 1st
02:08
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You said it tasted good, although I knew it didn’t
You said go spend that money, although I knew I couldn’t
And I slept in your house when I couldn’t sleep
Anywhere else
You said it tasted good, although I knew it didn’t
You said let’s go play, who cares if we shouldn’t
And I sang in your house when I couldn’t sing
Anywhere else
But where you need to go, I will take you to
Where you need to be, what you need to do
Where you need to go, I will take you to
Where you need to be, what you need to do
And you didn’t even say, don’t worry I got it covered
You just grabbed that lipstick and that Bowie cover
And I’ll sleep in your house every Christmas Eve
Til the day I die
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4. |
Soaked in Smoke
01:54
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Leaning against the wall in this familiar bar
My hair - my peacoat - are soaked in smoke
But you don’t notice till your home
Tie your hair back, watch your eyes roll
Mixin bourbon into hot chocolate
Playing card games that we invented
And yeah there’s something bout the cold
I raise my glass up and cheers alone
But honey, who are you? Who are you?
Without her beach without her bar
The places we’d sneak to after dark
I raise my hands up - I feel peace
In buildings where my siblings sing
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5. |
New Year's Eve
02:14
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Was it Magic Mountain or Disneyland?
When you raised up your hand
And for a whole 6 hour ride
Smiled stupid wide, stupid wide, stupid wide
And was it at church or at a bar in Spokane?
When you held out your hand
Said, bring me the check, but wait a sec–make sure the band
Gets something good, something good, something good
So how about this New Year’s Eve
You give up
Giving up on me
And was in my room or in a parking lot
When I begged God to make the truth be not
And with my head, my head in my hands
Said I don’t understand, I don’t understand, I don’t understand
And you said
Neither do I, neither do I, neither do I
So how about this New Year’s Eve
You give up
Giving up on me
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6. |
Vanilla
02:04
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The souvenirs we kept on the mantle
Those ones that sang Christmas carols
You got high and you gave them away
You started knocking down the walls
You turned the staircase around - you
Must have forgot that’s where we used to play
You played guitar and I played bass
But no I’m never going back
And I don’t care how you feel about that
Electronic poker and blackjack
French vanilla coffee and cherry cigarettes
The way the sun soaked through the porch
And the Christmas tree shone on our floor
Ahhh ahhh ahhh
No I’m never going back
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7. |
Purple Party
02:45
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My nails are still purple
Even though the polish is off
And my love is still triumphant
Even though my scale doesn’t have a top
But it’s just ink, they’re just miles
It’s just ocean, oh a certain style
But I’ll meet you there, and I’ll meet you every time
I’ll meet you every time
And my glass is still cold
Even though the Julio’s gone
And my throat well it’s still ringing
Even though you are not a song
But it’s just ink, they’re just miles
It’s just ocean, oh a certain style
I don’t know my cards but I know how I’m gonna play
I play it everyday
I play it everyday
And my little baby
When I see you there I know it’s where you’re meant to be
And girl please know that I’m with you
When you’re sitting in that chair for me
Cause it’s not just ink, they’re not just miles
It’s not just ocean, oh a certain style
Girl, it’s blood and blood never stops
Never reach the top
You’ll never reach the top
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8. |
Up With the Birds
02:36
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Now I live up with the birds
Daddy I got my house
Like the ones with marble floors, cold
Cut glass light shown
My smiling teeth, white
Santa smoking outside
And he brought me what I wanted
Daddy I got my house
Now I live up with the birds
Have you ever thought about stopping by?
It’s a 16 hour drive tops
With 4 or 5 pit stops
And you know whenever I hear them play
I think of what you’d say
To me on the phone
20 years ago
But now I live up with the birds
And you know she lives up here too
I got hooked up with a key
That when you're done turning
Leads to her at the end of a bar
With a karaoke floor
And what she says her eyes speak
Tip like a hat nodding
Saying, keep doing what you doing
I’ll keep your party booming
And I can’t wait to sing
Some Carol King
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9. |
Mermaid
02:07
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Maybe I’m a mermaid
And you’re the sunlight
And I say it’s a matter of fact, I’m drawn towards him like a magnet
Maybe I’m a glass
And you’re a bottle of red wine
And I say no it’s fine, just pour, just pour
Cause I’ve met you before
I’ve met you before
I’ve met you before
And you were what I was looking for
I didn’t rip your jeans
But I liked the tears
And I can’t remember the moon, but I remember cutting your hair
And the waitless way we fell into that phone booth, wild eyes shaking loose
Saying you know you know the truth
That I’ve met you before
I’ve met you before
I’ve met you before
And you were what I was looking for
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10. |
Ribbons
02:39
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I think we could be made of stained glass with colors that don’t crack
But you could do a little bit better yeah at reminding me that
I’m the one who ties us together with ribbons
And you know it’s true - you do
And in the Idaho snow I felt my eyes glow
In a basement full of smoke I held tight to the Christmas bulbs
Weightless, you hung your ornaments
Bottle up the feelings - save em, your gonna need em
Cause I’m the one who’s extending the olive branches
And you know it’s true - I do
So go ahead and shake the ice into my favorite pint
Yeah you know me - I just wanna have a good time and
It isn’t so hard to do that
You knew that from day one
Shooting pool at a dive, hot tubs 105
Playing board games where I’d write answers on the lines
Starting with every letter of the alphabet
And if there wasn’t an answer, I’d find it
An answer, I’d find it
An answer, I’ll find it
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11. |
Valdemort
01:38
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Get me another one baby
Not throwing in a maybe
You said aim for the back wall
Whatever you do don’t tank the 8 ball
And at a brewery in Spokane
Gave me a beer when no one was looking
Got such a good deal on a dress that
I don’t think I’ll ever ever go back
Drinking chocolate with Lena
Feeling her kick inside
Screaming Bowie with Benny
When we went for a ride
And I know time will pass
I won’t say let it pass
But there’s somethings that–oh there’s something that
Yes I’ll meet you in Vegas
See you in New Orleans
Drinking cocktails out of licorice
Rated R movie screens
And he walked all the way down Fillmore
All the was to Haight Street
Just to find a flavor of Mad Dog
That we all would drink
And this ain’t how this story ends
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12. |
Better Call Saul
02:04
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Have you seen the new Better Call Saul?
And do you avoid those roads to that mall?
Soft and silky
Onesies with no feet
Girls shopping with their
Oh, have you seen the new Better Call Saul?
And is there a rhyme and reason to it all?
Why there’s smoke under my babies’ door
Why for at midnight for me you ran to the store
And you said
Go get your bags girl, let’s go get it
You said
Go get your bags girl lets go hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
And if you wanna watch the new Better Call Saul
Come on up
You don’t even have to call
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13. |
Song for Ian
01:54
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On campus, in the car
In the house that wasn’t ours
By the swimming pool, in the ice cream
Drinking late doing our thing
Trying to get good enough to play
In front of you
But where’d you go baby?
Where’d you go baby?
Still got that camera roll
Sour candy and mechanical bulls
But on State Street, in a bar
In a town that wasn't ours
Paid in Jamo and in the front row he said
The waves were red you ladies told me so
And one day I’ll get good enough to tattoo
All of you
Ian too
But where’d you go baby?
Where’d you go baby?
Malibu and Doctor Pepper
Let’s see Le Tigre together
And that was the first summer we spent, writing songs for the band
My dad would walk by looking proud
Saying, go ahead girls and play it loud
Trying to get good enough to play
In front of you
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14. |
Round and Round
02:08
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Hot walks, slinging records
Ordering vodka with backers
Do you think these slot machines could know you and me?
The album skips, I move the needle
Feel the presence of the people I love who are gone
The ones who’d cheer me on
And so I’ve learned to hold up my own head
Full of echos, like a snow globe I’m shakin round and round
Quentin Tarantino movies
Mandarin orange martinis
Candles of every single flavor
I laughed watching you run
You said, come on–have a little fun
Shots of cranberry and lime
Fuel for Sweet Caroline
And so I’ve learned to go to where we’d want to be
Cause that’s where you somehow have a key
Turn the doorknob round and round
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15. |
Viola
02:30
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And my sunburn healed
But it hadn't when I drove down the coast
And the blood moon revealed
Side streets on the highway to ghosts
But I loved you then like I love you now
And you know Viola that you showed me how
Yes I loved you like I love you now
And the packages arrived
But they hadn't when I drove down the coast
And the smoke revealed
An envelope I hadn’t noticed you had wrote
But I loved you then like I love you now
And you know Viola that you showed me how
Yes I loved you like I love you now
But I believe in cosmic things
Burning shots and purple rings
Packing up and traveling
Saying, girl, it ain’t no thing
Saying girl I got you, it ain’t no thing
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16. |
Three Shots of Fireball
02:16
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And we were together for so long
And we were never really wrong
Well maybe we were, when you started going to Pill Hill
But I still tried and I
And I will always be your friend
Yes, I will always be your friend
And you can tell me anything
Yeah you can tell me about your baby
And I know that, that I, I can do the same
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