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vacation
03:44
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VACATION
Baby I was thinking after a little time
We could head out to The Pines
Sleeping in hotel rooms for a few days while we drive
Across the lonely country side
Call our friends, a few ones that we know
Who’ll let us stay just as long as we need to
Got a little pick up, we’ll sleep in the cab
Wakin up to instant coffee in our steel bed
A couple hundred miles and it makes me sorta sad
Let her drive so we get lost again
Stop for dinner, how’d you get so sweet?
Baby it’s pry better if I didn’t tell you
Baby when we’re apart it’s not the same
And I know you’ll leave me if I don’t change
But tonight when the sun goes down we’ll melt into the darkness
Into each others dreams
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headlamp
04:24
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HEADLAMP
Make my way back from the day, yellow line
Crosses the bridge, I’ll do what I want tonight
Pack my car, swing by the bar to take up some time
Smoke outside, think about how long I’ll be alive
Keep the liquor in the water bottle water bottle :||
In the morning with the headlamp on :||
Sun goes down, go for a drive yea dusk with the windows down
You know that smell, makes this real
Waiting on the curb, long brown hair, this is why
You’ve got to change, change your life
Fall asleep, fall fall asleep in her arms, hot night
Make me whole, make me right
Yea and maybe when I’m done hanging around
I can be what’s happening, I can be that sound
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3. |
gave it away
03:33
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GAVE IT AWAY
Waiting out the longest fad
A lifetime of looking at
propaganda mixing up these tender souls
Kinda messy when the past gets in
Kinda weird trying to rethink all of it
Turning my time into my self control
I know we learned a lot when we were growing
I know you thought that you wanted him, wanted him
But lets wait a while and do it out way
We don’t have to be anything, anything
When we were growing up
I caught a quick glimpse
Headlights on some kids by the park fence
Looking for a girl that’ll give it away,
And she gave it away
Come on baby
You got what it takes
To reevaluate this lifetime of mistakes?
Clear up the sadness for the rest of you life?
Simple prayers in the winter sun
Simple things like making you feel love
There’s no shame in following that fading light
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4. |
parent's basement
03:09
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My Parents’ Basement
It’s so damn cold lets go back to my place
Our friends don’t care they’re all drunk anyway
How do we find ourselves in this situation?
There’s nothing else I wanna do but make love to you in my parents basement
Managed to save a little bit, lets split it up and get rid of it quick
Baby I love you
Stay up and smoke in the alleyway, talkin’ until we feel too weird to stay awake
I’ll sleep on the couch then… okay
The stereo only has a tape deck
We’re lucky cause I brought my Kriss Kross cassette
Works out cause I’m pretty sure I missed the bus
Doesn’t matter I’ll be chasin’ it, or thinkin’ bout you in my parents basement
We’ve been pals baby we’ve been friends
We’ve been something that I’ll never have again, and I miss you
Maybe later but early would be good
We could meet up like we always said we should
Would you be happy? I would.
I got houses baby I got hotels
I got a future’ but it’s just as well
There’s no place in your life for me to be myself
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5. |
not even close
03:11
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NOT EVEN CLOSE
Set my fingers on your chest and press them down until the pain sinks into the sand.
Left your jacket at the house and followed me with your eyes closed, listening to my voice.
Time to say goodbye.
Can’t look you in the eye
I’m just not the man she thinks she knows
Not even close
I’m lost in the tide
Swept out of sight
Drowning alive
Lost in the tide.
Taking one last summer walk soaking in the breeze that’s now beginning to cool
Touching sneakers in the sand, moonlight on your pale blue skin, regretting the truth
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6. |
hot car
05:22
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HOT CAR
I wear a sign that says, beware
Of what you’re going to find in here
Shallow water, do not dive
Habits keeping me alive
Waiting for my face to crack
And let you all in all in on the act,
Waiting for my love to show
Me just what it needs to grow
It’s been a long night
It’s been a long fight
I’m almost too tired to keep it up
Forget the fuss
Just fill my cup
It’s like a
Hot car with a bad transmission
A cute girl in the wrong position
A cheating heart left unforgiven
‘cause the truth was never known
Like hangin’ out in the back of the van
Falling in love when the drugs kick in
Then waking up feeling like shit again
At 6am alone
Some folks work at what they hate
For too long now that’s been me
Living a life I can’t explain
Just because I’m that afraid
Of poverty and getting clean
Of people not understanding
Of becoming that person again
Jealous as the day I left
Been living like I don’t care
Guess I didn’t for a minute there
But there’s an idea you remind me of
One I had when I was really young
And if this comes true
I swear I’ll come clean to you
And we’ll both be what we always wanted to
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7. |
tangled fibers
05:10
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TANGLED FIBRES
And it comes on gracefully yet define, soaks through tangled fibers
And it leaves me satisfied for a day, maybe two then it breaks me down
In a crisp fashion
With clicks and numbers passing through the air
Track the package to your doorstep
Easier than I ever knew
Doesn’t mean I have to continue
and I know sometimes you think that I’m a different man, baby can you really blame me?
But I get nervous baby I get high once and a while,
I’m not sure what that makes me
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8. |
thirty years
03:51
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THIRTY YEARS
Even out the edges, trace out the lies
Kill the emotion and the pain will subside
We had an understanding, you and I
We’d never let it go this far, not together, not anymore
Conflicts collide, conspiracies arise
Keep up with the stories scolding my mind
A reality that’s only half right
I know I gota let it go, I know I gota let
Thirty years have hit me hard inside
Buckled to a vicious ride
Late nights kept me up so long
Just trying to feel like I belong
I been living with these shitty thoughts
Philosopher in bathroom stalls
Scratch my name in the wall
finally seeing what it’s all worth
it’s not cheating it’s not being a jerk
I want something you better believe
I’ll take every piece that I need
I’ll make everybody believe
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9. |
stage fright sway
05:06
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STAGE FRIGHT SWAY
Get my head right, Saturday night
She’s trying to stall
Sticky couch too close to the bathroom
private cell phone calls
I can’t keep up, but it’s the least I can do to offer
It’s like I can’t stop, until I start to feel the regret
Getting stage fright every night
But her presence provides
Quiet dreams beneath the screams
Beneath these broken lights
I get down, alone now, under the ground
When you walk away
You leave me thinking about that
Stage fright sway
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10. |
devil's eyes
03:49
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DEVILS EYES
Its been a coupe months of quietly misbehaving
Making love to the idea of a future that could save me
When we meet shadows in a corvette were barking at the finish line
Asking me to take it slow but God only knows
I’m the one addicted to this type of control
Riding home with my neck bit
Looking into the devil’s eyes, your eyes
Waking up by the lake regurgitating the messages
Organize my thoughts to write these old six string confessions
Meet me at dusk with a bottle of wine and any other sacrament that comes to mind
Ask me to take it slow but God only knows, I’m the one addicted to this type of control
Riding home with my head split
Looking into the devil’s eyes, your eyes
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Clint Weaner Traverse City, Michigan
CLINT is songwriter and performing artist based in Northern Michigan.
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