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Aquamarine
03:39
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White moon in a starry gray
and wishing I was a little gay, yeah,
that way I can feel my bearskin rug
Missing lips that I can’t kiss
and all for that forsaken miss,
now I’m not drunk, no, I just need a hug
Waking up in my own drool,
just outside the middle school, yeah,
the night’s been pretty shit, so far, I’m gone.
Where were you when I was young?
Cause I recall I met someone,
who I deserved to see all along...
This is your song
This is your lullaby
I’ll send you all my thoughts tonight
Aquamarine...
Lisa, would you please forgive me
for making this song not enough pretty
your smile is twice as bright as I'm used to
Cup of beach glass on my desk,
always goes east, though the tide goes west,
Now, every time I sing, I think of you...
I know I’ve said it twenty times before,
but I will say it thirty-nine times more
that first night we kissed, I think I flew...
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Stardust
04:49
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This song is just stuck in my head, and I can’t seem to shake it,
By now you’ve probably given up on me, cause I just wanna see you naked.
But I’m not singing this song because I’m thinking about you,
I’m not saying I’m wrong, but I’m sorry to disappoint you,
If there’s something for you, then there’s something for me.
I probably actually miss you, and you probably don’t need me.
Let’s just say these past few years have been too kind,
Let’s just say you’re the reason why I’m slowly losing my mind.
You might never know how much I think I need you,
Or how many drops of rain I’ve swallowed thinking you needed me too
If there’s something for you, then there’s something for me.
I can’t keep my eyes off you, even though you’re so far from me.
I don’t know why I keep saying your name at night,
Chasing your stardust is not my best game.
These thoughts I have aren’t quite human, but I’m not sure that I am
I would make you fall in love with me just to say I can.
But where would we go after that? I don’t really know
Lucky for me you suggested we take this friendship slow
But if there’s something for you, then there’s something for me,
I’ll hold on to something like you, until you can set me free.
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Calling You Home
02:40
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Take your hand from the ruddy hilt, now,
Take your hand from the sweaty crossbars,
And bring it home washed in sea salt
To rest it in hers
I have a lady’s honor
I have a lady’s pride
And you did swear by all your gods
To make me your bride
If you have forgotten
And loved another land
Than I shall forget, too
And marry another man
Your sister, she is weeping
She has no bravery
Your mother, she is dried eyed
But stares at the sea
My patience is waning
I have cut off my hair
And I’ve cut as much of your love
From my heart as I dare
Do you still wear the lady’s favor
I made of my hair?
Do you sleep away your nights
In another woman’s care?
Do you still wear the lady’s favor
I tied to your arm?
Are you safe lord?
Are you well lord?
Are you free from harm?
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Well, this is starting to feel rather Sisyphean
I never get to see your sunrise
I never get to see your sunrise
just keep on holding
roll that boulder
you’re only a few steps away
now I’ve changed my mind
and you’re out of time
and I don’t know what to say...
Well, maybe it’s too late for me
to say that this is the wrong tree
but I just wanted you to know
and maybe you’ll forgive somehow
all the empty things I like to be
but for now, just stand there and look pretty
now where’d he go?
I want that shoulder
I need your company
I’m coming over
you’ve blown the line
I’m in santa monica
and we don’t get relief
do what you’re gonna...
I waited for you all this time
I plucked through every yellow lie
just to say I gave you a chance
Tears on my face
And you walk right past
It's such a disgrace
You don't even ask
What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with me?
...but for now, I’ll just stand here and look pretty
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Meg Is Drunk Seattle, Washington
Sometimes siblings can get along for long enough to write songs. This is one of those situations. We play our music in parking lots, at fire circles, in peoples' back yards, and on beaches, or anywhere else we can.
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