1. |
mangoes
03:04
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i dont know who you are
i dont know where you’ve been
are you soft kisses on my window
soft kisses on my skin
you could take me wild country
you could take me desert eyes
all thats left to be spoken
will get said in time
i dont know if im thinking
or even setting feet
on bricks that are walken
on a different street
and i dont like to question too much
when i smile
i guess its just because
i dont know if youre trusting
and i dont know if youre true
to leave my doors wide open
well someones gonna swallow you
theres nothing that i need
as long as its free
to be wearing my heart
on my sleeve
and i dont like to think too much
when i bleed
i guess you can just see all of me
and i dont like to jump into the sea
when its beating down on me
but i guess i could swim
i dont know if i read you
or if youre reading me
am i written in letters
or colours that you see
and i dont know if i hear you
just as well as you hear me
do i sound like music
or someone’s dying scream
and i dont expect too much
when i find
someone whos gonna be like me
and i dont like to think over things
when i feel
like im going where ive always been
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2. |
certain women
02:12
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i love my girl she’s as sweet as can be, as sweet as can be
she wears no bed of roses and she’ll wipe you of your teeth
and i love the way she tells it like it is
and i like the way she don’t sugarcoat nothing
and i love my girl, she’s as kind as can be, as kind as can be
she’ll take your hand in a desert storm, honey bee
and i love the way she swallows her pride
and i love the way she calls to the night
and i love my girl, she’s as mad as can be, as mad as can be
she’ll take you by the edge of your pity
and i love the way she can spit in your face
and i love the way she don’t let you get away
and i know my girl is a woman like me, a woman like me
and you don’t know what it’s like to be a woman like me
and i love the way she tells it to your face
and i love it when you don’t know what to say
and i know that i was born to be this way
and i know that i can be that girl in my dreams
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nothing is like i thought it’d be when i was young
i used to think that trees were on a string and being held up
i used to think that love would warm you like the sun
but now i know, now i know
that it’s just a waiting gun
held by those who will hurt like they never hurt no one
and i know, and i know, and i know
nothing that i remember is as bad as it once was
i used to cry and no one heard it
i used to come undone
and i used to think that you were someone i’d like to know
but now i don’t , no i don’t even dare to come to your door
and i won’t, no i won’t open it no more
and it goes and it goes and it goes
nothing i can muster up will ever do me right
to tell you that i love you even though you drive me wild
to tell you that i know everything you do’s for me
and i don’t, no i don’t think i show you that at all
and i hope, and i hope that someday i’ll say it all
and i won’t, and i won’t and i won’t
and nothing happens like the way that i think it’ll be
everything just flies over my head and topples me
and there’s no use in trying to understand whatever takes me by
and i hope and i hope that someday i will survive
all the words and the figures that go through my mind
and i know and i know that i will
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4. |
walking to oman's
03:31
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Dreamed I knew your thoughts
While you strangled the sink so tight
Talking to yourself, watching mountains of dust blowing
You said you're getting sick drinking from life's cruel cup
And you might split
So light me like a smoke end, so bright
Cut me like a Coke can
Just rolling down the edge of the road
All night, walking to Oman's
I see Satan's silhouette, praying the night still comes
Dances 'cross the floor like an oil slick spilt from the drum
He says he'll sell you one bag of [?]
For your sweetest sense of truth
So light me like a smoke end, so bright
Cut me like a Coke can
Just rolling down the edge of the road
All night, walking to Oman's
And it's not rock and roll, it's creole, alright
Like the whip crack when you feel low
Just throwing up all over your road
All night, walking to Oman's
And I could live for a million years or more
So light me like a smoke end, so bright
Cut me like a Coke can
Just rolling down the edge of the road
All night, walking to Oman's
And it's not rock and roll, it's creole, alright
Like the whip crack when you feel low
Just throwing up all over your road
All night, walking to Oman's
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5. |
wolf
03:45
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i dont know where i fit in
there’s words that tell you where to go
and i don't wanna follow them anymore
no i don’t wanna look at you anymore
ah i cried wolf
ah i guess i’ll just go home
there’s something about
your voice when it tells a lie
it don’t like the smell of the words
but you can’t hold back
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Yasmine Hosseini Canberra, Australia
assortment of tunes made in bedrooms and other indoor spaces
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