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Radio Perfecto
04:16
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I am just a kid,
I wanna have fun.
I wanna build a bridge,
where everyone
falls in love.
strangers in the street,
walking side by side,
could be holding hands.
making plans,
to meet up later,
cuz they like the same song on the
radio perfecto.
it's hard enough to give,
under the gun.
trying to find the one to give
to everyone.
I wanna fall in love.
I'm standing in the street,
on the corner of Houston and Attorney,
looking up at your top step.
and nobody's home.
we used to like the same song on the
radio perfecto.
I'm gonna need some time,
I'm gonna get it right.
the song for everyone.
...everybody's song.
I'm gonna need your help,
even though you don't know me well.
the song for everyone,
cmon cmon cmon cmon.
strangers in the street,
walking side by side,
could be holding hands.
making plans,
to meet up later,
cuz they like the same song on the
radio perfecto.
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2. |
Funnyman, Sad Clown
03:55
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a-ha.
funnyman, sad clown
eat bananas upside down
turn your smile up and around
find a cloud where you can lay me down
blessed be the kids
who pray for simple things
in everyone and everything
like a magic pumpkin, jack-o-lantern.
a family let down
I run amuck every time I come to town
the underbelly of the brown dog
it's sensitive and pure
he is lonesome, I am sure.
blessed be my mom and dad and brothers too.
what they give to me, I'm giving back to you.
a jack-o-lantern.
blessed be my girl
it's wonderful
to laugh at the world
like a pumpkin with a pearl
blessed be my mom and dad and brothers too.
what they give to me, I'm giving back to you.
they paved my way away, and now I'm back.
a jack-o-lantern.
a-ha.
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3. |
Easter Sunday
03:34
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it's a sunny day
and even though the wind doesn't feel like it's blowing your way
I call out your name
I dreamt I had a daughter, and we took good care of her.
there's a pullout page
in the sunday paper magazine bout the st. patrick's parade
it's a different age
than even just a couple years ago
that's the way it goes
you're hunting for a change.
oh, the mother wrapped her tight in a blanket
father Tom was his way from Philadelphia
and the feel, the congregation was restless
the feel, the feel
was really quite spectacular.
my brother's on his way
easter sunday bunny basket, all the kids go crazy charades
he's got a new baby
I can't help but wonder why I dreamt I had a daughter.
inner peace
the more I know, I know the less I'll ever know
that's the way it be
I'm not just OK with it,
I thank God everyday for it.
oh, the mother wrapped her tight in a blanket
father Tom brought something special back from Haiti
she sighed and looked for cracks in the window
the feel, the feel
was a little bit scary.
she'll make friends with someone good
now and then she'll think of me
just pretend I'm not afraid.
when I'm 43
I hope I'll still behave on some days like I was 17
I remember dreams
like they were chapters in a story
that made its way to my silver screen.
oh, the mother wrapped her tight in a blanket
father Tom addressed the funny politicians
she sighed and held the phone with her shoulder
oh, the feel.
the feeling first thing in the morning
the cobwebs, the collage of your dreams
wrap em tight in your favorite blanket
it's the feel, the feel
you'll never forget her.
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4. |
It's Easy
05:13
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it's easy to lose the one you love
you gotta call it off when the other one is done.
it's hard
it can be hard to maintain
the life that you're left with
so lonely and desperate, it's insane.
in love, I wanna make breakfast
I want her to come.
I want her full and proud of what I'd done.
I keep hangin on
I was made to love
all the grey-eyed angels
save me one by one.
it's easy to lost the one you love
when it falls apart, and you say something dumb.
it's hard
it can be hard to unchange
all the changes you made
while tryin to stay in the game.
in love, I wasn't jealous
I was afraid.
didn't wanna disappoint her
after all that she gave me.
I keep hangin on,
singin the same old song
of all the knots I've tried to tie
that come undone.
it's easy.
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I went 'uh-huh'
when you asked me if I take it to the bitter end.
heart-broken
it's familiar, a feeling I've felt before.
we're holding hands
in the front row of the old people's home
at the movie show
where have you been?
I'm going it alone
with Jimmy and the biker dudes.
the restless kid inside me wants conversation
to take the place of the one inside his head.
uh-huh.
take me out
or take me on
it's one or the other.
hats off to you
let me take your coat
the coffee's in the kitchen.
i'm home alone
watching for commercials my friends are in.
where have you been?
going it alone
with Jimmy and the biker dudes.
the restless kid inside me wants conversation
to take the place of the one inside his head.
uh-huh.
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6. |
The Bones
03:24
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underneath the deepest sea
well, you were there
you tell me
on the walkabout
the fingerprints of love.
some time ago, far away
the story books
you ripped a page
on the coral reef,
in the ocean deep and sun.
on the way back to love
where were you coming from?
the rest of us,
we knew just what it was.
half the time I wish I
was one of you
with something like
the fingerprints
I know they guide your love.
the funniest, most creative crew
all the positive that comes from you.
happiness,
and coral reef,
and fun.
on the way back to love
where were you coming from?
the rest of us,
we knew just what it was.
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7. |
White Pine
04:26
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the sun is bright through white pine
the branches climb
they form a line to fall.
the wind wear windfall
clears a path for me to see.
the damaged day at nighttime.
with nothing left to say.
will you back away?
with so much else to do
there's a confidence in you
and I want it too
won't you stay near me?
the summer heights, the white pine
the wire's high
the tight rope masterful.
the Princeton kids are gone
might it still catch on?
with so much else to do
there's a confidence in you
and I want it too
won't you stay for a while?
will you back away?
or find a place to stay?
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8. |
Make It Up To You
04:17
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I found a job online
it took a long long time
I know you know how hard I'm trying
your love is bubbling inside.
I wanna be there when you wake.
I wanna be there when you go.
I wanna be the one you call.
I wanna make it up to you.
I cut my hair today
it's a little square, it's OK.
turning over, turn away
I tried to take back what I've said.
I wanna be there when you wake.
I wanna be there when you go.
I wanna be the one you call.
I wanna make it up to you.
can you tell over the phone
if I'm smart enough to know?
can I be trusted on my own?
can I trust myself alone?
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9. |
Walls
02:59
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I see you
you're jumping out the van
and I think
now what could I have been?
on the corner of Chapel Street and York
the fire burns beside the door
found a way
to hide behind a screen
underneath in cowboy boots and sheen
and your shiny melodies so clear
I hear you at the movie theatre.
walls are so tall,
they seem to grow taller,
and I feel so small
why even bother?
the Dirty Projectors are the shit
of which I wish I was capable
oh, to think like that
no, I will never know.
I squint my ears to listen for van Gogh.
and we wore black sheep costumes just the same.
self-obsessed, I was the one to change his name.
tried so hard to give myself a break
I guess I'm proud to say I knew you in the day.
walls are so tall,
they seem to grow taller,
and I feel so small
I can't be bothered.
I'm OK with everything I've done.
I'm OK with everything I've done.
I want to say I'm OK with what I've done.
I'm OK with everything I've done.
walls are so tall.
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10. |
Radio Soap Star Opera
04:31
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Maxwell, sit down, I'm a liar.
it hurts me, so honestly called out.
if I'm honest will I have to stay longer?
there's stuff I don't wanna tell the doctor.
Dr. Chopper, I bleed in front of you.
can you hear my heart beat?
Suzy, sit down, I been at it.
I get lonely when I'm bored of feeling happy.
if I'm honest, I hate the machine.
it keeps me up like a square peg, I'm upright.
I'm a radio soap star opera.
I'm a cowboy for my grandmother.
Grammie, sit down, I'm Catholic.
I found God in a court room, he loves me.
if I'm honest, I scare myself shitless.
I don't know what to do with all the wreckage.
Dr. Chopper, I bleed in front of you.
can you hear my heart beat?
I'm a radio soap star opera
for my grandmother.
you're not my dad, so tell my father
there's a guy I don't talk to any longer.
there's a girl, I really want to love her.
if I'm honest, I'm still scared of the doctor.
I'm a radio soap star opera.
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