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Lit By Your Phone The Sea Won't Take Long Light in the Aisles

Light in the Aisles

the projector room waltz the year in music smuggler's blues mailbox i thought i told you idaho this kiss means goodbye ride away jesus on the radio boot god's getting tired of you

Light in The Aisles (2001)


projector room waltz


no one wants to see this movie
the seats are gravestones tonight
but i've been coming since thursday
with my diet coke and bellboy eyes
she always reads through the previews
but when the violins come in
she pulls he coat around her shoulders
and her knees right up to her chin

i'm going to sit down beside her
as the credits dissapear
and put my hand on her shoulder
and my mouth up to her seashell ear
'send them back to manhattan
with their panavision dreams.
we're more beautiful here,
by the light in the aisles
than shivering up there on the screen.'

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the year in music


whatever happened to sassy magazine?
now what the hell is a girl like me supposed to read?
it's all pincurls and candied asses
the iced nipples of a 19 year old model
excuse me, actress.
but i know time is never what it seems
it falls away so perfectly
and you could love me just like my photograph
pigtails and piercings
newly shining, freshly waxed.
the year in music
the year in shoes
the year in lipgloss and attitude
it's so easy to confuse
so i'm holding on to 14
i hear that's a beautiful thing to be
i eat dinner with my headphones on
because i can't stand to hear my mom
every time i see her she's like the SAT
i've got no questions for her
how come she always questions me?
the year in music
the year in shoes
the year in lipgloss and attitude
it's so easy to confuse

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smuggler's blues


swallow the fingers of surgical gloves
sweating in the departure lounge
joking with customs in baltimore
throat in my mouth
get in the car, you know the man
by that buffalo tatoo
the dark veins of the sweating walls
of the hotel bathroom
in a three dollar movie
with god's smile spreading through me
i'm dreaming of you
i'm dreaming of you
i know you sleep in the armchair
whenever i'm gone
with that pale, crooked jesus
but baby, i'm coming home

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mailbox (mp3)


she's a blue piece of grass on my dashboard
she's a necklace made of stars
she came from north dakota
and built a cabin in my heart
she's a land speed record
she's a brick from the berlin wall
she turns me into an acordian
when i can breathe at all
and if i had, if i had her address
i'd be out there with all the birds
if i had, if i had a mailbox
i'd paint it blue for her
she's sunlight on an airstream
she was pulled right from the sky
she's a drum machine, she's nicotine
shes double nickles on the dime
and if i had, if i had her address
i'd be out there with all the birds
if i had, if i had a mailbox
i'd paint it blue for her

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i thought i told you

you know my name, why don't you use it?
say it like the first time, not like all the rest.
you get me tangled in your long black hair
then you act so suprised to find me there
and you keep calling me back,
but you've got nothing to say at the door
i thought i told you no one treats me that way
anymore
i wrote your name on all my windows
when i was the arms that you fell into
you want to keep me hanging
just close enough
but i'm tired of being the only one
who calls it love
and you keep calling me back,
but you've got nothing to say at the door
i thought i told you no one treats me that way
anymore

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idaho

i know my pants don't fit
fuck you and your sunglasses
this is not the four seasons, is it?
i used to recognize this town
this town used to recognize me.
and when you wanted to spark one,
you just did it in the street
now i'm going to idaho
they know how to leave you alone
in idaho
they leave you alone
but yeah, when i was your age
i might have done the same
if i wasn't on my belly in the jungle
nobody ever talks about clothes
you can smoke wherever you want
and they'd probably rip that thing
right out of your nose
in idaho
they know how to leave you alone
in idaho
they leave you alone
so you can take your coffee
take your hundred dollar jeans
just give me a quiet mile
on every side
in idaho

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this kiss means goodbye

i like the way you look at me
i like the thing that you turn me into
but what it means
i never know with you
you turn out the light
why, i can't say.
i can't see your eyes,
is it better that way?
sometimes a kiss means 'i love you'
sometimes a kiss means 'nice try'
sometimes a kiss means
'hold on, cause this kiss means goodbye'
your hand on my arm
and a drag race in my mind
i can't see the harm
with your mouth this close to mine
sometimes a kiss means 'i love you'
sometimes a kiss means 'nice try'
sometimes a kiss means
'hold on, cause this kiss means goodbye'

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ride away

never seen so many rings on one hand
cowboy boots in the city i don't understand
but maybe she'll ride away.
ride away.
she's bobbing her head over the ruins of my breakfast
snoop dogg braids on a white girl from texas
but maybe she'll ride away
ride away.
come on, talk to me
i want to hear.
this is no corner for such a pale blue guy
'well, i've never been down. i thought i'd try.'
maybe i'll ride away.
ride away.
come on, talk to me
i want to hear.

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jesus on the radio


i was riding through the cornfields
with my head full of video and tears
when i heard that sweet forgiveness
pour like honey in my ears
i heard jesus on the radio
jesus on the radio
i heard jesus on the radio
he said:
"you better stop crying if you want to come home"
well, i told them and i warned them
but they just did not want to know
when i pull up and start unloading
they won't find it funny anymore
i heard jesus on the radio
jesus on the radio
i heard jesus on the radio
he said:
"you better stop crying if you want to come home"
jesus meet me on the highway
because you know i hate driving alone
jesus tell them all i'm sorry
come wash the blood from my clothes.

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boot

i don't know what i could tell you
i can't tell what you could hear
two blocks away i could smell you
no, i cannot say that i have not been there
with the floor and the ceiling trading places
punk rock oldies and bottom rail friends
a couple first to take the edge off
and a couple more to bring it back again
no matter how hard i watch you
i can't tell where you are
you're out here looking for a boot to fill
the hole that they kicked in your heart
everybody's waiting for the bus around here
in this heartsick coatcheck of a town
suitcases filled with dirty laundry
that they pack up just to drag around
you can come home with me tonight
hold on to my hand
i don't always know what you're talking about
but i always understand
no matter how hard i watch you
i can't tell where you are
you're out here looking for a boot to fill
the hole that they kicked in your heart

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god's getting tired (of you)

i saw your eyes before you turned them away
i saw the grey behind the blue
but you're going to see me again some day
when god gets tired of you
you spoke of angels and i said
'show me the wings'
you spoke of love and i said.
'let me touch the ring'
you speak forgiveness
you better hope they do
when god gets tired of you
when god gets tired of you
god gets tired of you
so you can take your dashboard
you can take your colored eyes
take your windows in the blue
see if they float
see if they don't burn
when god gets tired of you.
when god gets tired of you
god gets tired of you

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