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Seymour is the Captain
he’s standing at the mast and
looking out upon a world, divine
Angela the First Mate
is not serving as roommate
and playing with a favorite ball of twine
Mickey and Michaela
are talking ‘bout the sailor
who stole Pruscilla’s husband in the war
Nikki and Juanito are missing the casino
where Eddie had a lucky streak before
watching day turn to dark
scenes from Bellevue Park
Betty came to see me
with a little dog named Kiki
who prefers other dogs to human friends
I’m sipping on a tulip and smelling a fresh Julep
when the cops come by to tell us off, again
Captain Seymour’s crying-
he scraped his knee while trying
to climb a tree while Mama looked away
Daddy drops the bottle, Mama runs full throttle
Daddy sips while Mama saves the day
watching day turn to dark
scenes from Bellevue Park
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Silver Bullet
02:40
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I once had a pretty nice place with the kind of space
to host some friends
but things changed
and so did i
i looked behind my eyes and took a long weekend
i know the streetlight shining through my window every night i’ve named the roses on the wall
i dream a silver bullet
the trigger, i pull it
the chamber is empty
my ma has a P.H.D
my dad a Law degree
from very nice schools
well me, I prefer the flowers to those kinds of hours
and all them rules
i know the streetlight shining through my window every night i’ve named the roses on the wall
i dream a silver bullet
the trigger, i pull it
the chamber is empty
hold my hand and their mystery scars
i left my car back in Illinois
tell me all about the neighborhood ghosts, the ones you love the most,
the old cowboys
i know the streetlight shining through my window every night i’ve named the roses on the wall
i dream a silver bullet
the trigger, i pull it
the chamber is empty
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I know it’s hard getting older
things didn’t turn out the way we wanted
take a little, take take a little breath with me
living over there by the West Side Highway
took a little time to say goodbye
take a little, take take a little breath with me
take a little, take take a little breath with me
then we’ll go riding lightning
with our teeth around the fuse
i listen to the rain when i’m lonely
i listen to the train passing slowly
take a little, take take a little breath with me
grandpa wore a green beret in the forest
we only put bullets in the chorus
take a little, take take a little breath with me
take a little, take take a little breath with me
then we’ll go riding lightning
with our teeth around the fuse
so take a little breath with me Michael,
take a little breath with me Michael
take a little, take take a little breath with me
take a little, take take a little breath with me
then we’ll go riding lightning
with our teeth around the fuse
yea we’ll go riding lightning with our teeth around the fuse
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California Gold
02:56
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I pull of on the shoulder towards my left hand
the ocean plays the boulders,
a one man band
tasting dusty driveways with my toes
a breeze that’s lounging sideways in comfy clothes
last night I awoke gasping for the last breath in the room
the kind that chokes and doesn’t let you back to sleep too soon
my love, she held me until daybreak
she said “if you know paradise, you’re bound to feel the earthquake”
smooth and painted freeway for fading stars
long enchanted byway in a used car
last night I awoke gasping for the last breath in the room
the kind that chokes and doesn’t let you back to sleep too soon
my love, she held me until daybreak
she said “if you know paradise, you’re bound to feel the earthquake”
kissed by California, soft and bold
promise of the morning is California Gold
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Loose and Lazy Loon
03:21
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I can see lightning
when you breathe lightly
i can taste honey
when you lean against me, buddy
i can smell gardenias
when you’re eyes cross mine
i feel silk ‘tween my fingers everytime
i can hear you laughing
to yourself in the other room
you are a garden in full bloom
you’ve got me singin’ like a loose and lazy loon
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Fresh Flowers
03:04
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lightning strikes, thunderbolts in the night
and the helicopters sway across Santa Monica bay,
everyone's afraid
handmade signs, instructions for curbside wine
thoughts of GTA, who'd notice anyway?
Should we get out, or should we stay?
I find myself holding fresh flowers
having sourdough kisses in the golden hour
sunflower suede and a mourning dove
a bed left unmade, always in reach of the one i love
i find myself holding fresh flowers
what's there to say? no work to be found today
no more work to lose. Just half a bottle of booze and a sky of blue
I find myself holding fresh flowers
having sourdough kisses in the golden hour sunflower suede and a mourning dove
a bed left unmade, always in reach of the one i love
i find myself holding fresh flowers
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I'm Around
03:17
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I heard your laugh first thing this morning,
it was the first sound in my mind
might feel like i left without a warning,
might feel like left you in a bind
but deep down you know,
I’m around
picked up my phone to call this evening
even got through to you this time
you are the only one you’re deceiving
spring is here and this is still wartime
but deep down you know,
i’m around
i’m around
remember how you taught me to be gentle?
remember how you taught me to be kind?
it’s time for you to let me teach you-
the real battleground is in our minds
deep down you know
I’m around
I’m around
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Electric Roses
03:02
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a slip of the hand, i dropped the glass
it fell into the kitchen sink,
watched Aunt Dot’s crystal as it smashed
in a high-pitched blast
you kissed my lips before your cherry lip-gloss dried
and like a mystery cupboard,
you were determined to know what was inside
i was terrified
the basement meets the broom
and we light Electric Roses in the bedroom
when lightning strikes the tall oak tree
taking out the neighbor’s house,
150 years fall heavily
between my brother and me
the basement meets the broom
and we light Electric Roses in the bedroom
the fat Robin in the bath
is making faces while he laughs
and drinks his fill
I’m on the phone, the debt collector’s line
now pay up for the children’s toys
that you bought to sell another time
down in Anaheim
the basement meets the broom
and we light Electric Roses in the bedroom
the fat Robin in the bath
is making faces while he drinks his fill
and has the last laugh
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I want you to know that a lot of times I know what I’m doing
I want you to see that when you’re not here i’m still out being me
Believe me I know, there’s a lot of things you know a hella lot better
Believe me I see that you only want the very best for me
Appreciate you my friend, I’m telling you in the end I’m trying to be me
Thank you my friend, I’m telling you in the end I’ve gotta be me
Trying to be me
Gotta be me
Believe me I know, there’s a lot of things you know a hella lot better
Believe me I see that you only want the very best for me
Appreciate you my friend, I’m telling you in the end I’m trying to be me
Thank you my friend, I’m telling you in the end I’ve gotta be me
Trying to be me
Gotta be me
Trying to be me
Gotta be me
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Tularosa
02:58
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I slept in L.A. county when I had a home
tonight I’m under the bridge sleeping alone
the wind kicks up for a freeway fire
smoke is rising to the telephone wire
I pray to Tularosa with the bleach blonde hair
to roll on up beside us, show us that she cares
headlights for a halo, riding on chrome wings
Tula can you hear my heart hammering?
when i’m dead and gone don’t wear black lace
and don’t cry too much just remember my face
i’ve been stepped over a time or two
but not by Tularosa On The Avenue
Remember Tularosa with the bleach blonde hair
to roll on up beside us, show us that she cares
headlights for a halo, riding on chrome wings
Tula can you hear my heart hammering?
Tula can you hear my heart hammering?
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The Bells of Virgin Mary
03:00
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The Bells of Virgin Mary are ringing this morning,
ringing for me,
each one is splitting my heart wide open
dropping a rope in, leaving a key
the bells, the bells, the bells,
there's a place i'd long forgotten
buried inside me, covered in leaves
it smells of white pine and forest flowers
celestial powers bellow and breath
the bells the bells the bells
when i was younger, i'd hide in silence
afraid of the violence inside of me
that's when i found the eternal forest
the bells played in chorus,
my heart was a tree
the bells the bells the bells
The Bells of Virgin Mary are ringing this morning,
ringing for me,
each one is splitting my heart wide open
dropping a rope in, leaving a key
the bells, the bells, the bells
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Love's an Action
02:50
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I was walking out of Jerry’s,
spitting up a lightning bolt
tripping on some roses for a laugh or two
if Betty came to see me now-
her sea-glass eyes and handmade rings-
i’d tell her i’d been thinking bout some things
that Love’s an action,
not a feeling
and we can take us from here to there
when you touch me, I start healing.
When you listen to me, I know I’m really here.
Remember when you saw me last?
Sitting on the old park bench
drowning in the puddle of my mind
the honey taste of your arm round me,
your laugh a bouquet of flowers,
you pick me up and turn back on the power
cause Love’s an action,
not a feeling
and we can take us from here to there
when you touch me, I start healing.
When you listen to me, I know I’m really here.
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Boundless Love
03:20
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Jacksonport Los Angeles, California
Jacksonport comes from the imagination of singer/songwriter John Fatum, named for the small town in Door County, Wisconsin
where he spent summers growing up.
John now lives in Los Angeles where he produces records, performs locally, and plays drums for touring acts including GRAMMY winner Sarah Jarosz, Watkins Family Hour, Jack Symes, Wilsen, Buck Meek, and Maya Hawke.
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