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25
05:54
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Husky voice
Burn bright
The sacred work
Of slender hands
Keeps calling
You’re eternal
Perfumed talc
Fill the air
Luminosity
Preserved with care
Open your eyes
You’re eternal
Cast a gaze
Beyond dates
Cast a spell
That won’t abate
Kindred spirit
You’re eternal
For you there’s no end
Always coming back
To say hello
Again & again
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2. |
On the Scent
02:37
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I’m on the scent
In waking dreams
I reach out to touch
Your floral hosiery
If you could only see
What you’re doing to me
If you could only see
What you’re doing to me
I’m coming out of my skin
All day and all night long
I hear your voice
It’s soft but strong
If you could only see
What you’re doing to me
If you could only see
What you’re doing to me
It’s not the photograph
That’s got me feeling the way that I do
It’s not the photograph
It’s just you
If you could only see
What you’re doing to me
If you could only see
What you’re doing to me
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3. |
Cat Eyes
02:53
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I beg the spirit
Appear to me
Tired of thinking ‘bout
What could be
Bring all your luggage
And your little dog
Just tell me the secret
We can have a ball
Just wanna see you gamine girl
Get ourselves a pink car with green stars and see the world
Oh cat eyes
Come back come back come back to us
Oh cat eyes
Come back come back come back to us
Why’d you have to go and leave us so soon?
What kind of rituals do I have to perform
So I can say “Good afternoon”?
Everything about you is bittersweet
Call you Calypso; Call me Ulysses
Oh cat eyes
Come back come back come back to us
Oh cat eyes
Come back come back come back to us
I beg the spirit
Take me to that distant cul-de-sac
Keep me prisoner forever
I never wanna go back
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4. |
Weather Channel Jazz
09:51
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He spoke with her sister yesterday
Well I guess she’s doing kinda-sorta okay
His visa was all used up
The ministry called; they said you’d better leave
Now he’ll go back to the States
To the old life playing Weather Channel jazz
A voice rings out
In the departure lounge
Mademoiselle, last call
But when I think of you
Oh what tenderness we knew
Back there in Saint-Tropez
I lived a lifetime in 4 days
Your hands in my back pockets
Out on the terrace at night
Let me indulge in your light
While I can still remember it
Let me linger in the warmth
Of your transitory grip
Her father came and took all her things away
And the rent was finally paid
Rain collects in the teacups outside
The silence is searing; there’s nowhere to hide
Now he’ll go back to the States
To the old life playing Weather Channel jazz
A voice rings out
In the departure lounge
Mademoiselle, last call
Strike up the band; we'll play "Shakin' the Shack"
Bossman owes me one, he'll take me back
I was a new man in a new town
But now it’s back to those old smooth sounds
I’m the last romantic
Now that you’re gone
I’d drag myself over hot coals
For just one lock of hair
I’m trying to hold on to something
That's vanished into thin air
He’s dunking his phone in the toilet
Catch you later friends; see you in a couple years
When he came here he was alone
And now that’s how he’ll go home
Now he’ll go back to the States
To the old life playing Weather Channel jazz
A voice rings out
In the departure lounge
Mademoiselle, last call
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5. |
Sisters
04:36
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Two sisters
In the mist
At the waterfront
Making up for time they’ve lost
Two sisters
At the marketplace
They’ve got the world at their fingertips
Everything’s in its proper place
One sister in a magazine
One sister living in exile
In a history book
The other waits for a second look
When they’ll be two sisters
In the mist
At the waterfront
Making up for time they’ve lost
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6. |
Framboise
06:31
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The bohos are ghosting me
I can see ‘em all recoil
As I dig my way out
Of my native soil
A chanteuse in the shadows
Asking eyes alight
We’re circling each other
It keeps me up at night
I just can’t sit still
But neither could you
We’re all wrapped up in anxiety
Hey Framboise, it will be soon
Put in a call to the mothership
I wanna go home
Put in a call to the liquor store
Do they deliver to the catacombs?
Maybe I’ll just take a boat
To a trendy Parisian bar
Or drive my beater with a heater
‘Till I’m on your radar
(Chorus)
All dolled up on Friday night
Frozen to the bone
Play that record one more time
So you won’t feel alone
The house is empty
But not my heart
Radio silence
Tear me apart
(Chorus)
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7. |
Standing at the Gate
04:08
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I hear your teeth knock
From across town
Could they be knocking
For me?
I lean out the window
Of my Shangri-Blah
Thinking ‘bout your symmetry
And your Persian flaw
When you go out
You go all the way
But when the sun comes up
I’ll be standing at the gate
Hey eyeliner queen
Do you wanna be friends with me?
I don’t mind
If you’re a bit disheveled
‘Cause after all
Who the hell am I?
And I need someone to talk to
Before I fade away
So tell me where to go
And I will follow
‘Cause when the light is just right
I think I can see you standing at the gate
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8. |
Atlantic
05:30
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The Atlantic looks just like velvet
But it feels like sandpaper
These staircase thoughts
Are all abstract
I wanna do you justice
But how could I ever do that?
I sit bloodshot in the square that bares your name
You’re lighting candles; I’m fanning a flame
This may seem silly
And perhaps it is
But it’s the only way
And it’ll have to do
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