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Hansentown (live)
02:21
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Posters on your walls
Crosswalks, outlet malls
Walk fast, you’re too tall
I wonder, then not at all
Oh no, no, no, no
Don’t see it in me
Oh, no, no, no no, I’m
Still buried down in Hansentown
I would rather die
Than have the one I want look into my eyes
And tell me I’m a girl they like
I bet the other girls think this all the time
Oh no, no, no, no
Don’t see it in me
Oh, no, no, no no, I’m
So smart and I'm so sweet
Oh no, no, no, no
Don’t see it in me
But if you’re down, I’m down, I’m
Undead around in Hansentown
I'm so smart and I'm so sweet!
I'm so smart and I'm so sweet!
I'm so smart and I'm so sweet!
I'm so smart and I'm so sweet!
I’m so sweet
I’m so sweet
I’m so sweet
I’m so sweet
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2. |
Pearl (live)
02:52
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I love the summer, but I’m not a fool
I know it means that the end is soon
The sun’s sodden iris arise in the bay
I’ll see that forest on fire someday
He makes a lot of money but
He knows a secret about the body: that
It can melt whenever it wants to
Take a new form without even asking you
He’s been reading a book on the tide
It’ll be at our doorstep in 20 years’ time
Laughing at dinner, too high for this shit
Does anyone remember that movie we liked as kids?
In his eyes, a hallway spiraling
One year the string of the summer will break
And the moon will get higher and higher
Pulling our roof through the quilt of the waves
To bury us with our desires
I’m a fruit! Look at me!
Fallen from the ruined tree
Twisting his wrist while I’m cutting apples
Staring knives into the sea
If I could
As if I would
His only son turns to mouth at me:
Are you good? Are you good? Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
Are you good? Are you good?
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3. |
Ball Lightning (live)
02:04
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Your kitchen has a ghost in it
Who cannot say goodbye
I burn holes in things I look at
I don’t look you in the eye
While radios in windows
Sing “Baby don’t you cry”
Your silence tightening
Like ball lightning
In a dream I cleaned the blisters
On your palms and held your head
Stigmata come from nowhere
but the flaming house you fled
Now I’m surrounded by your looking
And the books that you have said
You found enlightening
You are ball lightning, oh
Suspended right beside me in the air
When I finally speak, you’re no longer there
Hey, I’m stupid, but I’m honest:
Friends and enemies, beware!
The lesson in my wound
is that it kind of hurts to care
Cards and coins will tell us
of a world where we’re not scared
Where we’re frightening
Like ball lightning
Ball lightning
Ball lightning
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4. |
Sundog (live)
01:26
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Skin so new and smooth thanks to
Triple blades my baby got me
Take a bunch of photos
Look like both my parents equally
Looking into mirrors that
Make me look a young man
Rainbow halo ‘round the
Sun is like an omen
Makes me want to cry
All the life I locked up
All the boys I liked the
Thought of being more of
But joy is not a treat
Paid for with good behavior
My beloved rituals are not my savior
Everything I told that doctor was a fiction
My body’s not a boy for
Me to have a crush on
All that said, this is the
First time that I’ve felt calm
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5. |
Some Earthly Use (live)
03:22
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Black tree weather
Head down the whole way home
My fingers numb from
Carving out the stone
I saw a werewolf in the
Surface of the lake
Transformation
Paused halfway
It’s true that all labor is the same
Like water down the drain
And who cares?
That’s what a fool believes:
That if you do not look straight at it,
It will take your soul, but spare your body
Yes, I swear it!
I went to bed a human man
Woke up in the morning a human man again
But It’s true, I was as a dragon in my youth
Defending hordes for which I had no earthly use
That’s why I don’t play to win
But you and I aren’t different
And who cares?
That’s what a fool believes:
That it’ll all be worth the hours
If you stay till six fifteen
And who cares, who cares?
We stand beneath the selfsame ruse
Counting down the rainy evenings
Till we find some earthly use, some earthly use
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Nightjars Vancouver, British Columbia
Nightjars is the solo project of queer and trans singer-songwriter Adrian Matias Bell. His first album, Modjeska, is a collection of songs written in and about his childhood home of Orange County. Carrying echoes of 70s singer-songwriter craft, Modjeska explores a California coming-of-age with gravity and warmth. ... more
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