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Joanna
04:04
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Reach into my back pocket and what will you find?
A stream of consciousness you won't be able to unwind.
All my life I pick up pieces, stranded left behind.
Put them together in my hands collect the times.
You think I'm clever, but I don't know what that means.
I'm just a walking current of forgotten dreams.
You think I'm crazy, I don't have a name.
I am your grandmother, your grandpa just the same.
Oh Just the same, just the same.
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Fibers
04:03
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Twitch of hand. Anxious gait. Looking over your shoulder. Shift to the next seat. Change my gaze. Facing east.
And I love pancakes hot on the skillet always never burn them. Mama are you there? I love pancakes hot on the skillet always never burn them. Mama are you there?
Anxious gait. Twitch of hand. Looking over my shoulder. Shift to the the next seat. Change my gaze. Facing east.
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Smile to me
04:05
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Don't want to leave you in the lonely place
want you to be happy forever
afraid if I go you'll die alone
thinkin you were alone forever
smile to me so that I can leave
smile to me dance around
You held my hand love me so much
now I can't hold on much longer
Smile to me dance around ( 3x)
constant darkness clouded my light
watching you battle all your demons
I could stay with you in the fight
or be alone in my freedom,
Let me know youre on solid ground
can't have you spiralin down
I'll cry but for your good, I'll be gone
so be strong, be strong
Smile to me dance around ( 5x)
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I walk, I walk down the street
Baby's got a lot cookin. In the pocket on the sun.
Baby's got alot cookin. Oh in the sun.
Baby's got alot brewin in the sun.
And If you wonder what she's doin. If you wonder what she's doin. Just look at the sun.
I got you in my hand. And I run and run.
Where does the sound go? Where does the sound go? Where does it go?
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Night Cockroach
05:43
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Oh I used to be, a night cockroach, slitherin, all around
Oh I used to be, a night cockroach, slitherin, all around
I share my food with strangers, oh I share my food with strangers
Oh I used to be, a night cockroach, Slitherin all around
oh ah...
I laugh, at the sound, of their screams
as they see me oh, slitherin
I laugh, at the sound, of their screams
as they see me oh, slitherin
I cry, all the time, every night
oh I cry, all the time, every night
cause I can never be seen, in the light
cause I can never be seen, in the light
in the light, in the light, in the light
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I Know What You Are
04:31
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I know what you are
I know what you are
Im runnin up hill
Runnin up hill
Out of breath from the other steps
I'm runnin up hill
Runnin up hill
Out of steps from the other breaths
And like a dust floating in circles in the wind
I'll keep, wandering
And I'll say
I know what you are
I know what you are
And I grab a handful of walnuts
And they taste bitter like, my mouth
I like to match my personality to the taste buds that come in and out, out
I know what you are
I know what you are
What you are
I know what you are
My feeble body wants to be strong and brave
My feeble body wants to be strong and brave
So I'll take off all of my hair
And I'll walk bravely over there
And I'll speak my mind like I got one worth listening to
oh and I'll say
I, I, I know what you are.
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Mary Esther Carter New York, New York
Maryesthercarter.com
"...a haunting, evocative, nostalgic river of vocal and musical authenticity."
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