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Oceanside
03:16
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Got your picture in my memory I’ll try to keep it clean
You are there. I am here.
and now there’s this in-between
Let’s drive to the oceanside Let’s just drive on and on The oceanside
Even after the election. I don’t care
I am here. You are there. We’re protesting everywhere
I’m on the ocean side It goes on and on The oceanside
There’s a wave in my heart and it’s saying goodbye I don't care if it’s broken
I don’t care if the sun’s coming up while I drive
I need the waves of the ocean.... Some kinda feelin’
I’m healing
Drop a needle onto Paris Or someplace always green
You’ll be there. I’ll be here. and that says about everything
You’re on the oceanside Life just goes on an on The oceanside
Life goes on and on and on The oceanside
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2. |
Brain Place
04:22
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Eternally bored. Scrolling the light. Everything diamond and shiny and white.
Like dot on a line. Plot on a graph. Every decision, connected and hacked
They lied when they said that the data was safe Fake number calling your phone everyday
It’s a digital world in which you fell And when it starts to yell...
Just float away to your brain place
Media screams. They spit in the fire.
A thousand opinions and all of them right.
Pin prick the spine. Grind all the gears. Learn to turn profit from popular fear
They lied and they tried to divide every state Sex and religion and color of face
It’s a terrible world in which you fell and when it hurts like hell...
Just float away to your brain place
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3. |
12yrs
04:05
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I chased you over the fence. Though the tangerines. Behind the branches so our parents couldn’t see.
You lit my sparkler and we traced our names in light. The danger turned you on. I saw it in your smile.
Parents yelled your name and you had to go away. Behind the oak, you asked me my age.
12 years
12 years
Time is tricky
It moves both slowly and quickly see 12 years
Lipstick on my beer can. Summer sun fell down.
Through my plastic sun glasses, I basically checked you out.
We laughed about the semester. Drew our names in the sand. You could tell I was nervous, so you gently guided my hand.
Night tide closed in
You wondered how long this would last? Kissed me hard. Handed me the flask.
12yrs
Never mind December. Plastic white lights.
They finally closed that tiny restaurant that you liked.
Gift wrap is litter now. Once shiny and new.
Store keeper on 76th street stopped asking about you.
Cold wind blows in. Bringing visions of your face. Been so long since you moved away.
12yrs
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4. |
Reason to Cry
02:42
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Listen up
Your life’s a million tiny paper cuts The organisms colonize your guts and that’s a reason to cry
Everything
Your outta cigarettes. You broke a string. You couldn’t find your grandma’s silver ring And that’s a reason to
Cry, Babe
Make a river of
Salt, Babe
Hell, I wish I could swim
to the place where it started to hurt and try to make it work
Yellow moon
You’ll never see it from your living room Git your takeout and a plastic spoon And that’s a reason to cry
Still upset
You run the tape of all the things you said Wished you were sleeping in your childhood bed And that’s a reason to
Cry, babe
Push away
When I get close you make it hard to stay You flip your boat like there’s a hurricane And that’s a reason to cry
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All music and Lyrics by: Leonard Cohen
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love
Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love
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6. |
Reach the Light
03:51
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Maybe we are
burning in the white light
Kill all the stars
Drown them in the dust from a million of cars
These Internet eyes
Already waved off the beauty and said the goodbyes
So what if the youth cannot reverse the work
the curse
the first burst
the black earth
the sad thirst
the years worth of dark work
Our violent gene keeps the universe clean
Whatever happens when we reach the light
What songs are singing at the end of the night
My father told me, “Once you die, you die.”
I always fought that
I always knew he was right
Maybe we are
Looking at the wrong light
Cut all the power
Paint it all black, take us back in time
So what if they cry
When we use Dylan’s old growth to print up more bibles
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7. |
Judy
04:26
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In the living room you pin a rose on my lapel
wedding time (I’m in a)
Black tuxedo rented from Sacino’s. I’m twelve.
Father smiles
because he found you
and I’m not so sure I understand
These are memories that I have of you
Judy
Wednesday evening you make spaghetti from a box
dinner time
My youngest sister asks you curious questions when you talk
Family smiles
because they found you
and I begin to understand
These are memories that I have of you
Judy. Remember when we all went fishing?
You ripped the hook out through the gills
I could tell something was missing
You had to do what was right for…
Monday morning when my family came home from our trip
Something’s wrong
All the rugs and antique furniture and clothes and shit
It all was gone
Because you found you
and now I fully understand
These are memories that I have of you
Judy
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8. |
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txt message from my father:
days just keep going
I ache all over
many times I’ve tried
to have relationships
with all my children
but i know that,
I never will
I can end my pain
I can end my life
I find great comfort in
the things I can do.
but i know that,
I never will
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9. |
Most of Now
03:28
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No standing sign
Caught in the lights
Try to assemble the words
You might not have tonight
Might not have tomorrow
I can see somewhere it hurts
I won’t ask questions, my dear
I don’t care why we’re here
Let's make the most of now.
Our very short time counts.
Let's make the most of now.
Plane in the sky
Watery eyes
Can’t shake the sight of you there
Four tiny words
“There isn’t a cure”
It all feels fine from the air
I don’t have answers, my dear
Just hold me near
Let's make the most of now.
Our very short time counts.
Let's make the most of now.
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dru cutler Brooklyn, New York
Dru Cutler’s music has been described as "both delicate and intense, offering the weight of indie-rock alongside a much softer, acoustic ambiance."
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