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Elsewhere
03:35
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I am a daughter of the land
and God or somebody
formed me with their hands
The light is soft now - I will stay
'til I'm called elsewhere
Oh, 'til I'm called elsewhere
Callouses on my hands and feet
you will feel them when we next meet
Don't let me grow cold in this place
beyond the pine groves
I don't want to be changed
but I hear it when you say my name
Always known wildflowers
now I find peace in what grows
between the towers
The sky feels further away today
even though I'm higher
Oh, even though I'm high
Will I still dream of the house I grew up in
if I give my secrets to the wind?
Don't let me grow old in this place
beyond the pine groves
I don't want to be changed
but I hear it when you say my name
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Candles
03:14
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I left my candles burning all summer long
to make this new place feel like home
I am not the songbird that I used to be
My body doesn't have a creative bone, oh no
I can feel the fingertips of existential dread (just a little bit)
I'm moving on soon and it feels a little quick
Don't ask me what I'm gonna do
if someone tells me, then I'll tell you
I don't know what I'm searching for
is it something like this?
Making up errands takes up most of my day
at least I don't have to pack up
Complaining 'bout all these things I don't need
then drinking from my silver cup
Finding that I'm not the lonesome kind of introvert
Gimme people, places, things, and something to subvert
Don't ask me where I'm gonna go
Maybe I don't want you to know
Change my address and cut my hair
It looks something like this
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Sugar Hollow
03:35
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Is it raining in Virginia?
Cuz it's raining here
I always feel strong from far away
it's never enough when I am near
Your eyelashes like walnut trees
You were dreaming of the woods
I wanted so bad to wake you up
but I didn't think I should
The longer we laid in the morning light,
a rare reprieve, a breath of life
the more time we seemed to have
And now I'm lying awake
and I want you bad
Not long ago, you went out west
to breathe some brighter air
I went to the city to find myself
but I don't think I'll find her there
Longing for summer, that perfect heat
hair awash in the holy creek
Dark rooms illuminated by
your sunny disposition
and that July sky
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Harrison Street
04:20
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I keep walkin' around trying to get inspired
But God, it's Monday, and I'm so damn tired
Like the houses on Harrison Street
and I know they've got secrets to keep
I keep wanting someone pretty and kind
I keep falling short of having enough time
to do what I love and what I need
and we've all got vices to feed
Say you want me to change
That the night sky always gets her way
and I am in love for today
But it goes away
Hung some art on the wall, I'm feeling small
in the grand scheme of things
and he was talking too much, like I'd never know what he means
Yeah, we ain't in the same social scene
Say, "Let's go upstate
We'll never find what we're looking for anyway"
and sometimes I'm sad for a day
But it goes away
Someone laid these cobblestones in a city built for speed
I don't like the way they slow me down
but it's sometimes what I need
as I pause at Harrison Street
I keep walking around trying to get inspired
It's barely morning but I'm feelin' fine
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5. |
Pearl Street Creek
03:00
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There is a creek, it's running down the dirty street
and it is late October
and I give somebody my seat on the train
Nobody here knows my name
Anonymity has always been a luxury to me
'cuz I like going out not knowing who I'll be
when I come home
I think it's time to go
I have been out in the parks
seen the old men playing chess
I have barely been up north
so I know downtown the best
Tell me something I don't know
I know that there is a lot
I am tired of this fear of not giving all I've got
Be for me like the field is to the sun
a place to stretch so things don't come undone
and I know you look real pretty in the snow
I painted my whole life a pretty shade of red
to make up for the criticism in my head
It's alright
I'm wearing blue tonight
All the dogwalkers and priests
a family that just signed a lease
we're all building us a home
and in eight years or so I'll go
back to the country, or maybe not
Some of my softness I forgot
left it in the Pearl Street Creek
the 9 to 5 part of my week
I'm alive inside just thinking of the past I'll have someday
But for now, just gotta make it last
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Molly Murphy New York, New York
lo-fi folk tunes summoned from the Blue Ridge and set loose in New York City.
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