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Dear Emmi
03:00
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Dear Emmi,
I haven’t checked your status lately.
Dear Emmi,
Don’t tell my girlfriend cause she’ll hate me.
Dear Emmi,
I’m spring cleaning in the middle of July.
Dear Emmi,
I found a notebook where we’d written out a fight.
Dear Emmi,
It was hot all summer through
and there’s sweat on my words,
but I can read me fall in love with you.
Closed umbrella in my hand, I struck you,
said I love you, let me –
Dear Emmi.
There was coffee,
and we had talked out all your voice,
and you were coughing.
You were writing I can’t make that choice,
and I was swearing
in an inky, scrawling hand,
and I was baring
some kind of soul that I forgot I had.
Dear Emmi,
It was hot all summer through
and there’s sweat on my words,
but I can read me fall in love with you.
Closed umbrella in my hand, I struck you,
said I love you, let me.
Dear Emmi –
Oh, Emily, you left unfinished poems.
That choice you didn’t make, do you still know him?
You never cross my mind, but you double-crossed my heart,
And you were never quite mine, but these letters say you are.
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2. |
Adirondack Day
03:47
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How the snow on the summit
Refused to be melted
Though the sun shone kind
In your eyes
And how I never worried
That I wouldn’t love you
Among trees new-anointed
With green
On that Adirondack
Sweet Adirondack
Spring on the mountain
White trillium bloom
Dappled muddy and rushing
And you were the best thing
That Adirondack day
How firetower’s silhouette
Stood a gaunt watchman
And your arms kept me close
And alive
The high peaks rose aloft
In a holy cathedral
And you in communion
With me
On that Adirondack
Sweet Adirondack
Spring on the mountain
White trillium bloom
Dappled muddy and rushing
And you were the best thing
That Adirondack day
How we rushed down the path
Each armed with old snow
And the startles of chill
That we threw
In our fearless elation
From snowballs in April
Leaving Eden without
Looking back
On that Adirondack
Sweet Adirondack
Spring on the mountain
White trillium bloom
Dappled muddy and rushing
And you were the best thing
That Adirondack day
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3. |
4 o'clock light
03:56
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You’re cute well, that’s an understatement:
Crow’s feet smiles and thoughts, you’re making
Everybody want to see your mind get naked –
Cause the way you hold your head could start a traffic jam,
And the things you say in crowds could change the way I am;
You could be the one I didn’t know I should wait for,
And it couldn’t matter less if I loved you more.
I’m watching as you’re walking towards me:
Foot turned out every step a new V,
Like the sign in photographs for peace or victory –
And the way you hold your head could start a traffic jam,
And the things you say in crowds could change the way I am;
You could be the one I didn’t know I should wait for,
And it couldn’t matter less if I loved you
Cause it’s a big, bad world out there.
Aside from my mom and my dad, who would care
If I tremble for you? The Earth’s trembling anyway,
Either way.
My morning coffee and a paper,
The forecast tragic as an angel,
Even if my fingertips could brush your face.
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4. |
REM Cycle #3
03:05
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You say things better than a movie.
Inside of your lashes, I watch you holding me,
And you flicker the lights when you’re blinking.
We’re both awake now, but soon we’ll be
tripping it as we go
on the light fantastick toe;
the man in a tuxedo’s
playing cello, our libidos
quietly insistent
as we’re flying – in an instant
i’ll be slipping helplessly
from REM Cycle #3.
I wake to the a.m. station,
Wear the jacket with the patches so you’ll touch the embroidery.
You’re listening to Pandora,
I think that sweater’s angora. Hey, how about we
try tripping it as we go
on the light fantastick toe;
the man in a tuxedo’s
playing cello, our libidos
quietly insistent
as we’re flying – in an instant
i’ll be slipping helplessly
from REM Cycle #3.
You’re the prettiest thing on 2 feet.
If you’d come home with me, I’d never go to sleep.
Help me get past hellos
And remarks about clothes
And we’ll be all each other could need.
Cause when I fall, I fall deep.
So, how about dinner and a movie?
Chop Suey? That’ll be the subject line.
Your long back to the door frame says see ya tomorrow,
And I think: Tonight…
try tripping it as we go
on the light fantastick toe;
the man in a tuxedo’s
playing cello, our libidos
quietly insistent
as we’re flying – in an instant
i’ll be slipping helplessly
from REM Cycle #3.
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5. |
Our Brooklyn Place
03:18
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The kissing and whiskey isn't helping
I’m sweltering, swaying, and stilled by the yelling
The silhouette song by Iron and Wine
the one you played in our Brooklyn place all the time
We'd only leave to get food and beer
We'd never get dressed
That apartment was such a mess
You broke your glasses ages ago
Squinting through a blurry world every light a halo
In March you got lost walking home to me
by May you could see clearly
Told me you loved me, that you'd never let me go
We'd never get dressed
That apartment was such a mess
The party's over I'm back to lonely
Maybe I shouldn't have said stay over
Maybe tomorrow, maybe you'll call
A year and three months without you waking beside me
I forgot why I said I was leaving
Now I see clearly you don't see me at all
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6. |
Big Ivan
05:00
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Once again, girl, I’m on the tile:
Red-faced, hiccupping like a child.
Towel wrapped around me, I’m whispering threats
To you in the bedroom: What if I left?
To you in the bedroom…what if I left?
My friend, Jen, said she’d lend me her bed
If I needed a place for my head.
And I sure like her. She’s mellow and sweet.
Strong as her coffee, her hands say to me.
Strong as her coffee, her mouth says to me.
And I’ve been told there’s much more to life
Than love like Big Ivan and sweet, sleepless nights.
I’ll take my bicycle, leave you the car.
Leave you your ardor. I’ll take my guitar.
I can call my sister, leave out my mom –
She’d say We were the best thing. What did I do wrong?
You were the best thing I didn’t do wrong.
I’ve been told there’s much more to life
Than love like Big Ivan and sweet, sleepless nights.
Twelve feet from me you’re dreaming your dreams.
If I know you I know they’re about me.
Maybe we’re prowling through cellars again.
Who’s gonna hold you when you’re trembling?
Who’s gonna hold you when you’re trembling?
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Kat Devlin Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Feels like the Weepies. Folk like Mumford. Voice like a Wailin’ Jenny.
Recommended if you like: Pretty girls. Long-haired guys. Oak trees. Feelings.
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