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chapters of lace
02:45
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Been given like them all: a nickname for the past
So I can forget that, forget that
Been trying to erase the words, chapters sewn in lace
So I can forget that, forget that.
I could say that I'm well
Well overdue
For a night of whiskey and wine to forget about you
To forget about you
Been tryin to find the tie between forever and good bye
But you can forget that, forget that
Been standin in the road, not sure which way to go
I have forgotten, forgotten
I could say that I'm well
Well overdue
For a night of whiskey and wine to forget about you
To forget about you
There seems to be this place between forever and the end
Where your word softly dwells and my nightmare begins
I've tried to reconcile so let me be brief:
You loved like an actor
And feel like a thief
Been turnin all the corners consonant to vowel
I can't forget that, forget that
Been tryin erase chapters frayed in lace
I can't forget that, forget that
I could say that I'm well
Well overdue
For a night of whiskey and wine to forget about you
To forget about you
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Your callous charm has made me forgive you
Time and time again
Have you a pill deep in your pocket
To ease the taste of you?
So I issue a plea
That you'll speak with intention
Hang up the phone until the notion has passed
of cigarettes and carefree love
Your throat is dry, parched from the silence
poison or purity?
Have you a sip in your glass left
To ease the taste of you?
So I issue a plea
That you'll speak with intention
Hang up the phone until the notion has passed
of cigarettes and carefree love
Coffee stains and cowboy boots
The freedom of the open road
With everywhere and nowhere to go...
So I issue a plea
That you'll speak with intention
Hang up the phone until the notion has passed
of cigarettes and carefree love
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st charles' romance
02:36
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Hand in hand through narrow lanes
And cobblestones handlaid.
Find her in the top of Josef's tower.
Silence sits between the lips
Awaiting a stranger's hiss,
will you let her know your secret?
Til goodbye?
It's a nice day for St. Charles romance
It's a nice day to settle down.
It's a fine time to stand in line,
goodbye's become the thrill.
Separate beds breed many thoughts
And dreams connect the pins
From maps upon four different walls.
Wander in the moonlight
Let the swans swarm the shore
Will you walk her home?
For goodbye?
Goodbye and goodnight
For when I do wake
Upon that other shore
I must say goodbye to her.
It's a nice day for St. Charles romance
It's a nice day to settle down.
It's a fine time to stand in line,
goodbye's become the thrill
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bedfellows
02:37
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The priest was on time
But the devil sets his watch twice as fast
He’ll cloak you in satin
Blend in with the sheen of the past
Lure into forgetting what you have done
And sing you to sleep with the wrongs you have won
There’s a love story behind everything
She lay there beside
Her head upon a pillow softly sigh
In the morning you will be gone
That’s how the script must always unwind
But the hellfire of a heart in love
Will shake hands with the horned one
And sing you to sleep
With the wrongs you have won
There’s a love story behind everything
There’s a love story behind everyone
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dirty deeds
03:46
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I hadn’t walked sixty steps in the sand
Before the vow was forgotten in his hand
An end has come
Sweat upon a lip, candle lights the room
Doorway is empty of a wicked hand
The smell it lingers of heat and dirty deeds
Pepper on the air silence it seeds
This end has come
There’s a snake in the grass
A chill on the breeze
A spider on the branch
Reaching for me
But this one runs alone, this one runs alone
I followed you, covered my tracks
Take comfort in the dust and the cracks
Your end has come
Turn your eyes, I’ve heard it hurts less that way
Salt and sin in equal portions on your plate
It’s safe in the fire, where the flames lead the way
This hell has become your retreat
Your end has come
There’s a snake in the grass
A chill on the breeze
A spider on the branch
Reaching for me
But this one runs alone, this one runs alone
Something wicked this way came
It called me by name
Promised me wealth
I turned down it’s fame
This end has come
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put it on my tab
03:21
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I've said all that I can say
And I've heard all that I can take
There is nothing left to explain
Time will heal the empty notes
So pour me another whiskey, my dear
Make sure that this one takes
Cause I've still got one foot on the floor
And I still feel the ache
Make me numb, make me numb
I just chase what I want to feel
Rooted in letters that no one still writes
Are your words based in reality
If they are please speak with me
So pour me another whiskey, my dear
Make sure that this one takes
Cause I've still got one foot on the floor
And I still feel the ache
Make me numb, make me numb
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I eat from a dead man's plate
And I listen for the smell of fire
My dear it is much too late
To rescind what will transpire
Come away from the window
Come away
Come away from the window
Come away
I know my share of words
But have been taught to believe none
They'll shoot til the gun it burns
The blood from their hand in turn
Come away from the window
Come away
Pull the bed from the window
Come away
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lauren.napier Tacoma, Washington
Inspired by all forms of energy and art, lauren.napier (PunkRockDoll) takes comfort in the written word and in creative performance. With this latest musical incarnation, she hopes that you feel as though you are sitting next to her, surrounded by candles and the pull of the moon. Most sounds were written on her guitar, Görli, with productive tears, new addresses, and a few sips of whiskey. ... more
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