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Katarina
04:41
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Katarina, you’re breaking the law
I told you so many times but you love to cross the line with me
Katarina, you’ve got some nasty habits
But I find them so appealing, the cards you are dealing are sublime
If you were mine…
Katarina, I love you, I love you!
Katarina, could you love me too?
But don’t you say it unless you’re sure that it’s true
Katarina, you lead me on and on
You’re tugging on my heartstrings and strumming my guitar strings for me
Katarina, I want to read you like a book
And as each page turns I will learn and learn about you
And the things you do
Katarina, I love you, I love you!
Katarina, could you love me too?
But don’t you say it unless you’re sure that it’s true
Katarina, I want to tell you a secret
And I know that you will keep it
I think you will keep it
I hope you will keep it for me
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Ode To Kajiwara Sensei
02:30
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Every time I see you I feel so far away
My mind is in the country where we could pass our days
Every time you see me I seem so far removed
The ocean stretching between us, it seems impossible
Notice me, notice how sweet it could be
We could fall asleep speaking Japanese softly
You used to dream that you were the girl who wrote the letter
That made Rivers Cuomo write the song we sing together
And when I dream I dream of you and the way that you smile
I love that I can make you laugh even though I am a child
Think of me, think of how sweet it could be
We could fall asleep speaking Japanese quietly
We could fall asleep quietly
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3. |
Amy Church
02:35
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Who do you want to marry?
I know we just met but I would marry you
So who do you want to marry, dear?
Yes I’ve been drinking but I’ve never seen so clearly
The way you said, “Can you stay just ten more minutes?”
Oh how I wish I had a way to get to England
And I have had two lovers, only
The first was nothing and the second became nothing too
So where do you want to marry?
In a garden with the flowers making eyes at you
And it is true that we will never meet again
But in my dreams I’m introducing you to my friends
So when do you want to marry?
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Well I know the way you can get
When you haven’t been out there drinking love
Your eyes swell up your stomach turns
And you claim you want to be alone
I’ve seen the way you can get
When the one that you love doesn’t call you
Your ears they burn with words unspoken
And you lie around feeling broken
But baby if you put your faith in me maybe I would deliver
And we could get jobs at a post office, proofreading love letters
I’ve heard the way you can laugh
When there’s no burden on your shoulder
Like a yellow bird scooped you up
And is flying you home
I know the books that you read
Because I have read them too
And if you have found some comfort there
Please find it here too
But baby if you put your faith in me maybe I would deliver
And we could get jobs at a post office, proofreading love letters
Oh baby if you put your love in me maybe you wouldn’t shiver
Cause I’ve seen the way you can get my dear, I’ve seen the way you hurt
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5. |
December 2011
05:04
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She covers her breasts
She seems so embarrassed
And I start to feel depressed
Did I do a wrong thing
When I took a breath
And pulled her shirt above her chest?
And David is so smart
He always tells me when I’m thinking with my heart
Or when I’m not
But I cannot tell him
Because I fear the things I’ll hear
Was I being insincere when I whispered in her ear:
Oh Yvonne, I love the way you feel above me
I love the way your sweet lips kiss me
I love the way we lie, the way we lie together
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Misaki
02:23
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Misaki sees the city with me
From the hill above the harbor
We watch the sky grow darker
She’s tiny, she is softer than a sheet
And she is speaking Japanese
ちょっと眠い
Such good luck to meet her here in Europe
Where I am running from my demons
And she is studying in Sweden
And I don’t know if her boyfriend back in Tokyo
Will ever understand the reason
Why our heads are about to lean in
But my whole trip has been leading to this
The moment that Misaki kisses my lips and says
“There is nothing you could do or say that would scare me away.
Scare me away, you can’t scare me away.
The last one is gone but I am here today.”
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7. |
My Worried Ways
03:52
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If I got a tattoo that did not come out so great
Would you call me impulsive and unappealing?
Or would you have some sympathy and emphasize its meaning
And say “The meaning was bred from your feelings, and they were good.”?
And if I painted pictures on the bottoms of your feet
Would you walk away from me and smudge the ink completely?
Or lay there like the Virgin Mary, smiling serenely
Saying “Oh! I’ll walk on my hands.”
I know that I am odd and my heart has strange desires
But if you love me now, someday I’ll retire my worried ways
But until that day just answer me straight
And if I kept a photo from a previous romance
Would you think I had a morbid reverence for the past?
Or take it from the shoebox before I even had to ask
And say “True relationships don’t leave us.”?
If I brought you water from the Sea of Galilee
Would you say you really wanted some from the Red Sea?
Or light up like a city street and let out a soft scream
And say “Dear, you brought the holy land to me... and I’m grateful.”?
I know that I am odd and my heart has strange desires
But if you love me now, someday I’ll retire my worried ways
I know that I am odd and my heart makes strange inquiries
But if you love me now, someday I’ll retire my worried face
But until that day just answer me straight
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8. |
Brighter
03:22
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Everybody stop and talk to me
I’m the happiest man you’ll ever meet
Because my woman told me that my lips are soft to kiss
And that every single evening I should kiss her just like this
And she believes me when I say
That every single day, in every single way it’s getting brighter
Everybody climb a tree with me
Pretend that you’re a honey bee
And know that no one in this single hive could love you more than me
I’d sting away a thousand lives, I’d sacrifice a million times
It’s a honeycomb we call our home
But you are home to me, and every single day it’s getting brighter
You are home to me, and every single day you’re getting brighter
You’re getting brighter
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9. |
Australian Mathematician
04:41
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First your heart begins to race and then it stops
No you’re not dead You’re just no longer in love
And then your mind begins to ache and then it stops
No you’re not dumb you’re just no longer engaged
To an Australian mathematician who’s forgotten how to kiss you right
And I know when you can’t sleep he solves equations as you count sheep
And then your limbs begin to shake and they can’t stop
They’re liberated and they want you to be dancing
In the street where I will meet you
And you will take me to see a didgeridoo player
Who makes the craziest sounds with his mouth
And you will tell your future husband to write a second dissertation
On the emancipation of lovers from in between the covers
Of a textbook example of a love that has been trampled
Of a love that I will sing about and he will put it all in numbers
He will render it so beautifully and sweetly
You’ll be tempted to take him back
But oh Veronica, when you met me in the street, you said,
“Oh Jake you look so sad.”
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10. |
One More Song
03:42
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When your beauty has all faded
I’ll be there to wipe your tears
When your words are overstated
I’ll remind you have no fear
There’s no point in it dear
You knew me when I was a virgin
And you must have known that every day
I would think “Oh my God!
It would be perfect in every way!”
But then you met a soldier on New Year’s Eve
And I got drunk at a party and someone left with me
But you know me, you knew me, like no one else ever will
Salty were the tears I spilled
I will keep your secrets
If you come and watch me on the stage
I still got some of your old ones
They get better as they age
Am I still lovely? Am I still charming?
Am I infectious? Is our friendship precious?
Do you want to smile at me still? I think you do
But before you do I got just one question:
Where’s the scrapbook that I made?
It took me 25 hours to make
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Jake Ehrlich New York, New York
I started playing the guitar when I was twelve years old and wrote my first song at fifteen.
Now I'm 32, living in New York and writing songs still.
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