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This town could be big enough for the both of us
All my dreams, all your needs, hung above our bed
But you only love me when I’m far away
Wish I could finally come home to stay
But then the love I crave from you would fade
So I’ll be on my way
This town could be big enough for the both of us
Past mistakes, silly games, left behind in the dust
But you only love me when I’m on a stage
Wish I could take the costume off for a change
But then the love I crave from you would fade
So I’ll be on my way
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Whatever Ever After
03:09
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Oh joy, I’m in like again
Can’t wait to get crushed by it
Get pulverized
I’m over it, at least I’d like to be
‘Cause you don’t talk
and I feel just like a plaything
I’m tired of being disappointed
Of silence over fancy dinners
Of new last names in my notebook margins
Of sharing a bed while alone as ever
I’m alone as ever
All alone as ever
I’m alone as ever
All alone as ever
Do you think of me?
Do you think of anything
Besides pussy and weed
Is my body just lying to me
I’m tired of being disappointed
Of silence over fancy dinners
Of new last names in my notebook margins
Of sharing a bed while alone as ever
I’m alone as ever
All alone as ever
I’m alone as ever
All alone as ever
I’m alone as ever
All alone as ever
In whatever ever after,
I’ll be alone as ever
(I’m tired of being disappointed)
(In whatever ever after I’ll be alone)
(I’m tired of being disappointed)
(In whatever ever after I’ll be alone)
I’m tired of being disappointed
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American Dream
03:11
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How do you afford what you hate to want
The advertisements read my mind
What I like
Do they see
Us in bed
My view of the top of your head
I’d like to treat you on a company card
Champagne and baseball games,
I’d buy you your own star
You make me feel like I’ve never liked anyone
Not to sound untoward
But your eyes look like carnelian
When you see something you like
And you deserve, yeah, you deserve,
You deserve it all
Everyone, everyone, everyone, gather 'round
I’ve found, you can buy happiness
If you’re not buying for yourself
Everyone, everyone, everyone, let’s make a toast
To all those fees and overdrafts
And mysterious credit scores
They’re not for us
I’d like to drive you in a company car, babe
Redeyes and apple pie, I’ll buy you whatever you want
You make me feel like I’ve never liked anyone
You make me feel like I’ve never liked anyone
You make me feel like I’ve never liked anyone
You make me feel like I’ve never liked anyone
You make me feel
I guess I’ve never liked anyone
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Transatlantic Accent
03:27
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Stuck in an elevator in Jerusalem
Where the coming of Christ wouldn’t change my mind
A vampire asked for directions in the hotel lobby
We were tongue-tied until he forked over change for the movies
You always loved the movies
And what do I have to show for it now
Adrenaline and dopamine run out
What do I have to show for it now
Home movies all collecting dust
Nocturnal with writer’s block in Austin
Where we collided like junebugs into light
Your body stretched over sheets made out of linen
You were never calm unless you were sleeping
And sometimes not even then
You’d rather be anxious
Thought it made you a better comic
Man, I miss listening to you process
Although it made me feel stupid
And what do I have to show for it now
Adrenaline and dopamine run out
What do I have to show for it now
Home movies all collecting dust
Once, I was 80 pounds soaking wet
Determined to use a transatlantic accent
Now, hometown heroes don’t do it for me anymore
So I never unpack and I sleep on the floor
At least, I often do, except when I’m with you
And what do I have to show for it now
Adrenaline and dopamine run out
What do I have to show for it now
Home movies
Home movies
Home movies all collecting dust
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Cactus Tree
03:21
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Honey, it’s no secret I wanted you
More than anything
Driving around with you, I’d go anywhere
That you wanted to
I survive on very little for a long time
Water and sunlight are for weaker girls
Maybe it was naïve
But I thought we could be damaged together
Why are you running away
This doesn’t happen all the time
If you leave me
I’ll die here like a lightning scorched cactus tree
Honey, it’s a secret, I hated you
For not loving me like you should
But it made me feel so bad, so I just gave you more
More than I probably should
I survive on very little for a long time
Sweet nothings and affection are for weaker girls
Maybe it was naïve
But I thought we could be damaged together
Why are you running away
Do you think this happens all the time
If you leave me, I’ll die here
Like a lightning scorched tree
A lightning scorched tree
A lightning scorched cactus tree
I made it so easy
So why don’t you love me
Why don’t you love me
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Marrying Kind
04:55
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Picking cherries on the weekend, we couldn’t
Tie them with our tongues
It was very wholesome
Except how you looked at me when I was looking
Down from the pier, said, “Think I’d make it from up here?”
You said, “Man, that’s dark, thought we were having fun.”
I said, “Aren’t we?”
Went with you to a party, your friends were tying the knot
It was picture-perfect
Except my face when someone told me
You used to date, said, “Isn’t it such a shame,
She’s his one who got away?”
And I spit out my champagne
Surprise, I’m not the marrying kind like her
And I don’t learn my lessons
I just keep going back to the drawing board
Mind on another clown
Heart with another bite out
I hope I don’t live more than once
I think I’ve seen enough
I took up with a painter who painted better than he fucked
He was pretty with it
Except he believed the world was better
Off from his art, I can’t imagine how that felt
To think the abyss needs anything from you
When it just is
He put me in a painting without any of my clothes
I was kind of flattered
Except at the gallery, how he described me:
“She’s just like a ball, you can push her underwater
and she’ll always come back up”
Surprise, I’m not the burying kind like her
And I’m trying to learn my lessons
I just keep going back to the drawing board
Mind on another clown
Heart with another bite out
I hope I don’t live more than once
I’d just keep going back to the drawing board
Mind on another clown
Heart with another bite out
I hope I don’t live more than once
This ride has been fun, kind of
But someday, I’d like to get off
I’m surprised I apologized for so long
You couldn’t pay me to learn that lesson
No more
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Picking Cherries
01:50
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Picking cherries, picking cherries, picking cherries
Watch something scary
Let’s have a baby, my baby, my baby
Watch something scary
Surprise, I’m not the marrying kind like her
And I don’t learn my lessons
Just picking cherries, picking cherries, picking cherries
Watch something scary
Let’s have a baby, my baby, my baby
Watch something scary
Surprise, I’m not the marrying kind like her
And I’m trying to learn my lessons
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Serial Monogamy
03:51
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You’re probably crazy
That’s why I like you
I know myself well enough by now
Although sometimes I don’t want to
Every other page, the words stop making sense
My mind drifts to you, and I can’t handle it
Tell me the story of when we first laid eyes
I flipped my hair and then you nearly died
If there’s something better, I don’t wanna know
If there’s someone better, I don’t wanna know
I stop at the same lights
I make the same turns
And rolling up to your house
My eyes know not what my hands do
Every other page, the words stop making sense
My mind drifts to you, and I can’t handle it
Tell me the story of when we first laid eyes
I flipped my hair and then you nearly died
If there’s something better, I don’t wanna know
If there’s someone better, I don’t wanna know
Tell me the story of when we first laid eyes
I flipped my hair and then you nearly died
If there’s something better, I don’t wanna know
If there’s someone better, I don’t wanna know
I can see it now
Our sprawling canyon house
You’re tugging at my apron strings
Hungry to catch my mouth
The kids are still awake
We tell them to go play
And I still lose my breath
When you take me
Tell me the story of when we first laid eyes
I flipped my hair and then you nearly died
If there’s something better, I don’t wanna know
If there’s someone better, I don’t wanna know
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Wanna Be Lonely
03:48
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I was out to dinner when you crossed my mind
The waiter pushed his glasses up like you do all the time
I was in the middle of a story and I lost my train of thought
My date politely laughed at no punch line at all
There was none at all
And when he walked me home, I wished I felt a thing
Hope his next date goes better
But I still believe in true love,
Maybe just not for myself
Sit a little closer to me, I think maybe that would help
‘Cause I’m longing for a love
I don’t think exists
Then how’d I hear of it?
Is everyone else faking it?
Next time I’m in the valley, we’ll drink lots of wine
And laugh our asses off like we do every time
And we’ll kiss and speak of day jobs and the people that we know
I’ve learned exactly how deep this water goes
To my ankle
And when I’m in your arms
I won’t ask for more
Though my heart forgets I know better
So maybe I don’t believe in true love
Not for you or for myself
But it sure takes the edge off, being alone with someone else
Wanna be lonely, lonely
Wanna be lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely
Lonely
Lonely
Lonely
Maybe I don’t believe in true love, least, that’s what I tell myself
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Blood From A Stone
04:16
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The next red light I hit, I’m dialing your number
I know I lost my nerve the past couple times
We got our own version of closure
But apparently, it’s not the forgetting kind
When you held both my hands in the sunshine
I thought I could make your heart mine
But loving you was like getting blood from a stone
I said my piece and counted up to ten
And back down again
Thinking eventually, I’d pass the test
I know your walls were built to protect you
I wish I could make you see that’s what I wanted to do too
That’s all I wanted to do
Protect you
But I swallowed, I started over
Yeah, I swallowed, I started over
'Cause loving you was like getting blood from a stone
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June Swoon Los Angeles, California
June Swoon is the moniker of Juli Lydell, an American songwriter/producer who lived all over the southwestern U.S. before settling in Los Angeles. Her absorbing albums are eclectic rollercoasters linked by a singular vision, encompassing folk, punk, and Americana. ... more
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