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Peppermint candy, The Heart of a Broken Story. I can hear the radio clearly. You say: "May I have this dance?" And I won't die so I won't forget. Mourning morning, I'm trying to keep from sleeping. I hope you're done keeping on dying. Greys lose line into air, crosses your heart. There are no miles speculated to trace a line around your heart, to trace a line around you. I hope you're done keeping on dying.

If I put my hands to your stomach,
or put my lips to your hand.
Birmingham has gone to motors.
Take me home, keep your eyes on the road.
So don't forget to kiss me if you're really going to leave.
Couldn't you take the second bus home?
Couldn't you just take me with you?
I'm convinced that you're from mars.

Dance record from before I was born on the stereo, playing last rights for my late nights, all of my evenings and all of my everydays. No business in the same place: coffee, scrambled eggs starting our separate ways, now starting our separate days. Why did ever we part and give back our hands? Why did we ever part? By the time you read this, this house will have changed hands one more time again. So wherever you are, dialing up friends on someone else's telephone in somebody else's home. Why did ever we part and give back our hands? Why did we ever part? Hello, hello, hello, hello. Nothing but wear between all of my everythings.

Wood / Water LP, Anti Records / 2002

Wood, water when the shoe don't fit,
All the news just has your name on it.
It's an open door when the bricks are laid,
But you've got space for something more.

You gotta have some faith when you give up ground.

Your house chased smells of sweets and cakes,
Strolled down around the bend.
After rain, rising, springing.
Aspiring to be a hill.
I'd hang my hat in Hartford union.
Strolling down the way to River Park, around the bend.
Like gentle stemmed flowers we bloomed where we planted,
So seasonal like sand.

I live on a small street,
with very small shoes but in a big house,
with a big wardrobe.
I've got the whole world in my hands;
it's a small world after all.
And there's not much to say on five bucks a day,
and there's no other way,
so we're just hanging around.

All trees are oaks and all birds are blue. From the mountains of a magnet and the mountains of you. I'm proud of my genius just like a painter, and dumb like a poet. I think you can just say it from the throats of our wrists with full sets of teeth. Vanilla almond teeth, vanilla almond tea. Spent afternoons measuring time in spoons. Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things that don't get old just don't get old. But between one June and September, you're all I remember. And I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room. All trees are oaks and all birds are blue, ach du. What's 80 miles in Canada or 18 years in mountain time? A southern run for a late longing to drink. All trees are oaks and all birds are blue. Ach du, I thought everyone was you. I'll keep my hands in order, but what about the air lying awake?

At the top of the world
There is a half-year sun
The water's all froze
And one thousand men old
On the side of the hill
There are no wanting eyes
But you're a spectacle a spinning doll
Now the hour is fading but ours is staying

Yeah, I'm eatin' but I'm lose
But I'm losing weight again, again
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I'm lose
But I'm losing weight again, again, again, again

Like I could faint
Like I could faint, faint, faint, fade away
Like I could faint

Make me a Chevy because an old Chevy made me.
And a young one makes me a Chevy.
Where would I go and how do I explain your body to the rest of my day.
I'm not as good as the interstates are I just can't take you that far.
Maybe Dick Clark and Davey move a car
but not as good as the interstates are.
I can't take you that far away.
So stay.

I don't know east texas from Louisiana.
And I don't know Alabama or where Atlanta lies tonight.
And Indianapolis.
Summers in park and recreation pools,
and carsick vacations in size eleven in I'm going to heaven shoes.
I don't know god;
I don't know anyone or if anything will be all right.
Like I don't know Billy Ocean from the ocean floor.

I traced all of the letters on all of your letters
I traced all of the letters on all of your letters, love letters

Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco
From bell south down to a southern belle

I traced all of the letters on all of your letters
I traced all of the letters on all of your letters, love letters

So if I had a dime for every time I should've
Stopped playing guitar and put my nose in a book
Then my head would be healthy and my guitar would be dusty
And that just might save me from a bunch of bad songs
So maybe I'm too polite just like good Moses
But just like good manners we've had enough of them

Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah

When what I came to say is said,
and the sun sets on my summer career.
How September came for Sinatra,
now its winter then it is a new year.
The big bright lights take Manhattan and I take to Berlin.
Tomorrow we all get started,
but for tonight I am turning in.
When what I came to do is done,

There will be ice cream for naked boys swimming in kettles. Tornado country beat Allen lumber to mud ponds. I want to live in your house, I want to live in your room, I want to sleep in your bed this summer. I keep hearing my ears ringing. I keep hearing summer setting. Like fire, you never really know what's there.

And between 19 and 40,
for tea will have changed me.
And turning from the invading light on my naked room,
my naked room.
Our coffee stains and dusty coughing.
You're always dressed and buttoned up.
And your hair pinned up in circles
worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature.