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August
04:00
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So I’ve been quiet lately
And it’s all my own fault
So I’ve been taking a break
And I don’t want to at all
‘Cause the time is advancing
And I’m here slow-dancing
Feeling it’s all part of the fall
So I won’t wait and I won’t wonder
I’ll just chase away the summer
And if this fire is under water
How long can it last before it’s out?
So I’ve been keeping busy
Like it’s some kind of excuse
Walking around this city
Like it’s on the list of “things to lose”
But the time is advancing
And I’m still slow-dancing
Spinning around the empty room
So I won’t wait and I won’t wonder
I’ll just chase away the summer
And if this fire is under water
How long can it last before it’s out?
I’ve gotten too good at holding my breath
I’ve gotten too likely to forget
And with every word I don’t say,
This fire gets washed away
‘cause the time is advancing
And I’m still slow-dancing
Hoping it won’t all go to waste
So I won’t wait and I won’t wonder
I’ll just chase away the summer
And if this fire is under water
If it rains, if it thunders
If the world’s going under,
How long will it last before it’s out?
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2. |
Ivy & Vine
03:17
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Ivy and vine, poison and wine
It’s just a matter of how you choose to waste your time
Cranberry juice, old paper news
If it’s all the same, then, tell me, what’s the use?
Red uptown trains boring holes in their brains
Waiting for a gaze to make a change
Holes in the wall can rarely see it all
It’s more than a walk down a hallowed hall
Ivy and vine, paper cut lines
This kind of sight, it robs ordinary people blind.
Birdies and bees, clean, bruise-free knees
They’ve never had to bow down to gravity
Red uptown trains boring holes in their brains
Waiting for a gaze to make a change
Holes in the wall can rarely see it all
It’s more than a walk down a hallowed hall
It’s not a matter of taste, not a matter of saving space
What you promise to change will never change, never change
Every time you unwind, every time you close your eyes
You’re falling behind, you’re falling behind
Ivy and vine, poison and wine
It’s all a matter of how you choose to waste your time
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Reckless
03:40
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I was born reckless
Ignited by the wind that called my name
I misread the clearest message:
Most of life is captive to the brave
A baby in the brightest, bluest month
A sky full of electric lights
Mama said I was the only one
Maybe she was right
But I don’t wanna know
This family tree
It only ever grows in the cold
Though its leaves are evergreen
It might be getting old
But I don’t wanna know
And it’s holy ground we’re fighting on
This road is dangerous and so very long
We’ve picked our poisons and made our own beds
And even these words might be something I’ll regret
But I, I, I don’t wanna know
I was born reckless
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Loaded Gun
03:40
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My baby got a job at the TSA
All he ever does is watch planes fly away
‘Cause since his lady left,
He’s counting down the rest
So my baby got a job at the TSA
This life, this life’s a loaded gun
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one
But if it knew what it was hiding from
Maybe it would run
My baby goes to church every Wednesday afternoon
Circle talk’s just a whiskey walk from the truth
Someone’s gotta help him down
And then maybe back around
But my baby goes to church every Wednesday afternoon
This life, this life’s a loaded gun
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one
But if it knew what it was hiding from
Maybe it would run
Dared by a deadline
White light goodbyes
One more chance to leave or be left
Now could be the right time
But he's out on the sidelines
Holding his own haunted breath
This life, this life’s a loaded gun
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one
But if it knew what it was hiding from
Maybe it would run
My baby got a job at the TSA
All he ever does is watch planes fly away
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Claire Hawkins New York, New York
Claire Hawkins has brought her unique Americana sound across the globe.
Her latest EP ‘The Name’ mixes the
traveling singer/songwriter’s folk-rock influences with her modern pop sensibilities. Written across Berlin, Dublin, and New York City, the songs’ themes are as eclectic as the cities that inspired them.
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