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2x4.
02:39
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You make it easy, easy to write a song
I'm cracked open, totally undone
I want you, infinity the score
If I lost you, I'd fall right through the floor
I built a fence I don't know what for, I'm peering through a hole in a rotting 2x4
Head full of limestone, nothing left to mine
There on the pavement, watching the days go by
Time for sleep, close your opal eyes
In the stillness, where we all turn to light
I built a fence I don't know what for, I'm peering through a hole in a rotting 2x4
You make it easy, easy to write a song
I'm cracked open, totally undone
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2. |
Well.
03:12
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3. |
Kiln II.
03:38
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Blood in your mouth, I wanna hear you sing to me
Darts made of wood, I wanna see you shoot at me
Love made of clay, I won't throw it in the kiln
Green eyes of spring, I have never doubted you
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4. |
Dear Jessie.
02:15
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summer days are a circle
a knot tied and untied again
all of my words have become simple
you make it easy to say I love you
Dear Jessie I'm alone in this mess I've made
if I ever was false, please forgive it
I was not born under such a star as yours
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5. |
Fortified.
04:20
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looking for love that don't look back, a backward frost in Soledad
flew my airplane through her sky, and I came out the other side, knowing less and fortified
the pharoah sang a slanted rhyme, nothing to distract the time
filled her cup with all my gold, let the storybook unfold
treated lust as my disguise, I came out the other side, knowing less and fortified
Juliet she paired it down, nothing to distract her now
wore that dress with yellow trim, never even noticed it
play it off until you die, you'll come out the other side, knowing less and fortified
Juliet she paired it down, nothing to distract her now
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Cavin in.
Nevermind.
Caution taught, watered in, cared for.
But nothing grew.
It was time to try anything new.
Masochist turning blue.
Ventriloquist turning mute.
You knew too much.
Behave without.
Quiet parts, screaming out.
Quiet parts, screaming out.
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Pat Hull Chico, California
"Pat Hull has a voice that’s rare in today’s musical landscape that’s absolutely captivating and frankly, unseen in contemporary music, or at least isn’t done this well." (Nerdist)
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