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Autumn & Eliot
03:49
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Autumn and Eliot
Here’s a love story you ain’t heard yet
So unlikely that it’s hard to forget
Autumn and Eliot
Their first kiss was in the backyard
while her mom was making lemonade
She couldn’t see behind her back
but under the shady trees
He lit a fire in her eyes
and she laughed ‘cuz she was so surprised
Sometimes it happens just like that
Autumn and Eliot
Here’s a love story you ain’t heard yet
So unlikely that it’s hard to forget
Autumn and Eliot
Their first goodbye was in the sixth grade
His dad was moving for a job
The summer fluttered by so fast
but on the last night they took a walk
She said “Remember me when you’re gone.”
He whispered “I won’t be very long.”
Sometimes it wraps up just like that
Autumn and Eliot
Here’s a love story that ain’t done yet
So unlikely that it’s hard to forget
Autumn and Eliot
What captures a heart when you’re so young
and holds it captive for life?
You don’t need to fight it when it’s not wrong
What happens when two little souls
hold the universe right in their hands?
Maybe it’s part of a plan
Their second hello was in the airport
while they were running for their planes
A kismet collision in the hall
and as they gathered their scattered things
she was surrounded by his stare
He whispered “I didn’t see you there.”
Sometimes it happens just like that
Autumn and Eliot
There’s a love story you’ll never forget
Got a feeling you ain’t seen nothing yet
with Autumn and Eliot
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Watercolor
04:19
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My parents' marriage was a watercolor,
runny and framed up in spidery ink,
bleeding and porous - a melancholy chorus,
shorter and more savage than you think.
My old man, he did us wrong, did us wrong,
did me wrong.
At thirteen I was painting watercolors,
funny and game for some laughs with a wink.
Needy and joyous, this train wreck of a boy is
shorter and more savage than you think.
My old man, he did us wrong, did us wrong,
did me wrong.
Everything is fine.
Everything is perfect.
My old man, he did us wrong, did us wrong,
did me wrong.
My parents' marriage was a watercolor.
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Making A Tent
02:24
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There's not a prayer that I can whisper to save me now.
How can I offer up my heart when both my hands are folded?
Not that the raging priests would notice anyhow,
so I'll just close my eyes and breathe.
All the good books are packed in boxes on the stairs,
arranged in rows like little children who have just been scolded.
Not that their aging parents would even say they care.
Let's all just close our eyes and breathe.
Turn off the light.
These covers are warm.
Let's make a tent.
We'll sleep in here all night,
safe from harm
'til the dark is spent.
Tell me stories about the days when I was small
and smiled wide without an inkling I'd be getting older.
Not that the endings would be happy after all,
but we can close our eyes and breathe.
Turn off the light.
These covers are warm.
Let's make a tent.
We'll sleep in here all night,
safe from harm
'til the dark is spent.
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4. |
You're Losin'
02:15
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What have you decided to do
in light of the fact that you're losin'?
You'll never win, so you don't even begin
in light of the fact that you're losin'
How far down can you go?
I've been in the shadows before.
I'll bet you didn't even know
that you're worth fighting for.
Fists up at night but minus the fight
in light of the fact that you're losin'
Take a swing but you can't hit a thing
in light of the fact that you're losin'
How far around can you go?
You've been in this circus before.
It moves too fast and then too slow
while it devours you more and more.
Don't go under.
Don't you drown, now.
What have you decided to do
in light of the fact that you're losin'?
You wanna win so you better begin
in light of the fact that you're losin'
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Let That Sun Beat Down
02:54
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Let that sun beat down
Let that sun beat down
Let that sun beat down I am unadorned.
Let that sun beat down
Let that sun beat down
Let that sun beat down and keep me safe and warm.
The nighttime surrounds me,
and my feelings they drown me.
But I gotta hold on until the morning.
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Frederick Julius Omaha, Nebraska
Frederick Julius is underground, lo-fi pop music that conjures the vital sound of early Beach Boys records with lyrics that are visual experiments in the surreal. Each title in the ever-growing Frederick Julius catalogue is written and recorded by Matt Geiler in his sleepy bedroom studio, dubbed The Wonder Room, in Los Angeles, CA. ... more
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