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Jekyll Beach
04:08
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In a lightning storm
Down on Jeykll Beach
Where the night made fog
In the driftwood trees
Saw you wading in
Saw you blending in
Like an orphan wave
Giving back your skin
Never loved you more
Knew I lost you then
Oh the darkness moves
Oh the light it bends
And when they find us
They'll find the bones
And when they break ‘em
They'll find the song
And when they sing it
They'll get it wrong
They...
Get it wrong
In a mobile home
Down a burnt up ridge
My father dies
Into his oxygen
He's got his light magnets
He's got his switch from god
He's got his distances
I guess I'll never trust
Never learned it right
A little cozy love
I got these bloody teeth
Got this shaking touch
And when they find us
They'll find the bones
And when they break ‘em
They'll find the song
And when they sing it
They'll get it wrong
They...
Get it wrong
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2. |
Go It Careful
05:32
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I been with the daughter of a democrat
I been with a hippie and an alley cat
Broken into swimming pools late at night
Made a lot of promises I wouldn’t make twice
I been down in kitchens and on attic floors
Moaned into being and I been ignored
Called a lot of names here on god’s green earth
Trust fall forever in this fucked up world
But if you are
Straight up with me
I will be
Straight up with you
Let’s pretend
We know what we need
Make believe
This feels new
And if you go it careful with my heart
I will go it careful with your heart
If you take it easy on my night
I will take it easy on your night
No promises or secret codes
No promises or secret codes
I been asked over over SMS
We buy the same hustle time and time again
Tricked myself religious down in certain beds
Hallelujah in the morning watching you get dressed
I been too afraid to move my arm
When somebody pretty is sleeping on top
I got down to nothing in a lightning storm
Chase another wave that I can’t wash off
But if you are
Straight up with me
I will be
Straight up with you
Let’s pretend
We know what we need
Make believe
This feels new
And if you go it careful with my heart
I will go it careful with your heart
If you take it easy on my night
I will take it easy on your night
No promises or secret codes
No promises or secret codes
Promises! Secret codes!
Promises! Secret codes!
Promises! Secret codes!
Promises! Secret codes!
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Tacos on the west coast
Tacos on the east coast
Black belt in the dryer
Fish sauce in the fire
Too aware of elbows
Don’t know where my tongue goes
Awkwardly well-meaning
Lean if you feel like leaning
Chief I think they put the wrong one out
Chief they let the wrong one hit the ground
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why’s it always gotta be the ones! We! Love!
That always have to go and get the most! Fucked! Up!
Why can’t the, why can’t the, why can’t the
Mall burn down?
Floppy disk repairman
Obsolete vocation
A town you feel like burning
You don’t wanna really go burn it
Bumper hanging over the levee
Kick whatever they let me
If the moon gets on my fingers
I’ll brag about it later
Chief I think they put the wrong one out
Chief they let the wrong one hit the ground
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why’s it always gotta be the ones! We! Love!
That always have to go and get the most! Fucked! Up!
Why can’t the, why can’t the, why can’t the
Mall burn down?
Chief I know you don’t believe in ghosts
Chief do I know everyone I’ll know
Chief I like the way your face can’t cry
Chief I wake up in the ugly night
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why can’t the mall burn down?
Why’s it always gotta be the ones! We! Love!
That always have to go and get the most! Fucked! Up!
Why can’t the, why can’t the, why can’t the
Mall burn down?
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4. |
Face Full of Charcoal
06:04
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Take me like a sparkler through the woods in the dark
Drinking Dr. Pepper and Makers Mark
Jump in the ravine in our underwear
Break into the mill, show you I ain’t scared
Of dying here
I know you read Camus back in high school
Still get sentimental over waning moons
Want you like a furnace wants a perfect brick
Sandals on the guardrail in
The wind
I was born down the street from a long black train
Know it’s coming for me, I know it’s coming for me
You can bury your clothes, change your name
You know it’s coming for you, you know it’s coming
For you
Face full of charcoal, we all fall down
Face full of charcoal we fall
Eating all the peaches straight from the tin
Throwing your couch off the green bridge
Did you hear the one about the P.E. coach?
Bones on the levee and the van
That they found them in
Here’s where your mom fell asleep in the car
This right here is your permanent scar
Count all the pull-ups I do off this branch
You tell me what kind of man
I am
I was born down the street from a long black train
Know it’s coming for me, I know it’s coming for me
You can bury your clothes, change your name
You know it’s coming for you, you know it’s coming
For you
Face full of charcoal, we all fall down
Face full of charcoal we fall
If you lay your hands here
The shaking will stop
You tell me but I
Don’t believe
If you lay your hands here
The shaking will stop
You tell me but I
Don’t believe
Trust me trust me
Baby just trust me
Yeah that’s the problem I think
Trust me trust me
Baby just trust me
Yeah that’s the problem I think
Trust me trust me
Baby just trust me
Yeah that’s the problem I think
Trust me trust me
Baby just trust me
Yeah that’s the problem I think
Trust me trust me
Baby just trust me
Yeah that’s the problem I think
Trust me trust me
Baby just trust me
Yeah that’s the problem I think
Born down the street from a long black train
Know it’s coming for me, I know it’s coming
Born down the street from a long black train
Know it’s coming for me, I know it’s coming
Born down the street from a long black train
Know it’s coming for me, I know it’s coming
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Always give the cowboy directions
You never know when he might help you out
He’s kissing his boyfriend’s eyebrows
The night it doesn’t hang so much as drown
Always bake an extra potato
You never know who’s coughing up their lunch
When I carried you I wasn’t frightened
When I put you down oh god I was
Sorry for the ashes in your bathtub
Sorry for the sherbet on your shoes
Sorry for the spider at your book club
Sorry I let go of your belt loops
How about the fire of forgiveness
How about we try to get too close
How about tonight calls up tomorrow
And argues that it doesn’t have to know
My favorite shade of memory is faded
Firefighters practicing on poles
My favorite shade of history is fuck it
These polar bears that I keep feeding coal
Sorry for the words with all their edges
Sorry for the tinsel on your floor
Sorry for the ice cube in my jacket
Sorry I don’t know what love is for
How about the fire of forgiveness
How about we try to get too close
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6. |
Tarot & Whiskey
03:46
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Your boyfriend was dying right down through his bones
I spent the night at your place
With tarot and whiskey, called you sugar cookie
After the paint stained your face
There’s always some dumb fucking thing to be done
If you are not sure you’re alive
Sprint through the crosswalk with all the wrong lights
Whistle with spears in your side
Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me
Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me
You drove yourself west to the state where I’m from
You swallow the fog when you nap
You text me from texas and say you’re well rested
Oh yeah you’re not coming back
It’s easter, it’s snowing, there’s bats in my house
I found them asleep upside down
I gave them blankets, and they all said thanks
They wept until I locked them out
Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me
Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me
(I gave up sugar last summer, so why don’t I get my own name?)
Oh yeah, you’re not coming back oh yeah, you’re not coming back
Oh yeah, you’re not coming back oh yeah, you’re not coming back
Oh yeah, you’re not coming back oh yeah, you’re not coming back
Oh yeah, you’re not coming back oh yeah, you’re not coming back
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7. |
Outside of Reno
04:36
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I’m outside of Reno, and I’m headed your way
In a bathroom on the Donner Pass
A ghost crawled in my face
Love don’t know I’m coming
Love won’t let me stay
I’m outside of Reno, headed back your way
Drove your Volvo to the donut store
When your jaw was wired shut
Didn’t matter where the skin turned red
I kept my collar up
That cop you kicked right in the balls
Chalk it up to ACAB, babe
Sold a mint Batman to bail you out
You whispered: “Happy birthday!”
But you always told me
“You know where to find me
Just read the back of the snow”
You can hang up now
Or you can keep laughing
Whisper so he don’t know
I’m outside of Reno, and I’m headed your way
In a bathroom on the Donner Pass
A ghost crawled in my face
Love don’t know I’m coming
Love won’t let me stay
I’m outside of Reno, headed back your way
Sharee had a barn with a disco ball
Or she did—till you came along
I had a heart that couldn’t do winter
But you always knew the next song
And I was this close to telling you something
If only I knew what
Like your uncle’s knife on bingo night
Can’t leave it up to luck
But you always told me
“You know where to find me
Just read the back of the snow”
You can hang up now
Or you can keep laughing
Whisper so he don’t know
I’m outside of Reno, and I’m headed your way
In a bathroom on the Donner Pass
A ghost crawled in my face
Love don’t know I’m coming
Love won’t let me stay
I’m outside of Reno, headed back your way
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8. |
Nazarene Sheen
04:30
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No, it wasn’t like that with Nazarene Sheen
First learned to freebase when she was thirteen
Nazarene drives a schoolbus in an old mill town
What used to be a new mill town
And all of the seventh grade boys
Wearing their black lipstick
Ollie the sheriff’s pool
Tape over the tricks they missed
They call out her name
Like a long silk sleeve
Don’t even know
What her name means
Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene— Nazarene
Nazarene is a woman of particular tastes
Sharing the end of her drink with the rain
She’ll scroll through the photos at 4 AM
Touching the hearts underneath her friends
And all of the busted jeeps
Duct tape their roll bars on
Keeping their knuckles shined
Losing the mud they cross
They call out her name
Like a long silk sleeve
Don’t even know
What her name means
Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene— Nazarene
Nazarene keeps her earrings in a Folgers can
Her body has nothing to do with your hands
Nazarene’s got a spot on the levee she parks
I’ve asked and I’ve asked but I’m still in the dark
All of the gunmetal fog
Spooling the redwood trees
There’s a heat in the human ribs
They say tops a billion degrees
Nazarene!
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene— Nazarene
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9. |
More Than Smoke
07:24
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Montague shivered in the buzzcut rain
Just because he promised doesn’t mean he’ll stay
Sheila bites her fist as she unlocks the door
You take what you can until you can’t no more
We can stay
In touch if you
Don’t touch me
You taste just
Like rust and
What’s it called?
(Grenadine)
Wait (No wait no wait no wait)
Wait (No wait no wait no wait)
Wait (No wait no wait no wait)
Way eh-ay, eh-ay-ee-ay-ee-eht
Tennessee’s cousin, he just wouldn’t shut up
Tennessee kept the blood in a Kool Aid jug
To a girl in Holyoke in a brick hotel
Tennessee confessed because she listened so well
If my body
Betrays me
Before my humor fails
Shove me in
The ditch with all
The car parts
(And quails)
Wait (No wait no wait no wait)
Wait (No wait no wait no wait)
Wait (No wait no wait no wait)
Way eh-ay, eh-ay-ee-ay-ee-eht
I’m a long way from home
Lost my knife
Broke my phone
All I got left to show
Are all the names
The names I know
If you can hear me (You can see that)
I am more (More than smoke)
If you can hear me (You can see that)
I am more (More than smoke)
If you can hear me (You can see that)
I am more (More than smoke)
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Clementine Was Right Denver, Colorado
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Clementine Was Right is the songwriting project of Denver-
based poets Mike Young and Gion Davis.
Chronicling years of uprooting, the music gallops and sways through lyric-driven, hook-smeared bootgaze and western emo, harmonizing and storytelling.
Reach out at: clementinewasright@gmail.com
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