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You May Never Know
03:16
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Love me in the summer
Drown me in the wind
Put your throat inside me
Keep me in your limbs
Born into the winter
Years into the fold
Put your jaws around me
Swallow me whole
You may never know
I want to be part of you
I want to be your soul
Pastures of my lover
Where I oft would lie
But she is with another
So here I'll say goodbye
Trade it for your tongue, now
Fry it in the pan
I have tasted this now
And I have swallowed Hell
You may never know
I want to be part of you
I want to be your soul, ooh
You may never know
You may never know
You may never know
You, Oh, Ohhhhh....
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Drunk (Alone, And New)
02:37
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I wept inside a carousel
I dripped into the walls
I couldn't find that heart I knew
I'm drunk, alone, and I am new
Flying on a frame of mind
I've felt this way before
Fangs of wanting
Lords of dust
Everyone is good to us
I saw the flames in everything
The changing of the form
Freedom stems from someone's end
I think I've figured all this out
Sunken cities, ferris wheels
The chasms in our thoughts
Of singing old and living wild
Of wishing I was singing now
The growling of the ghostly times
Left here and far behind
Our faces bright
The answers gripped
With failings of our innocence
I've said it all
I feared my mouth insane
When I was young
But I can be true
With just one shoe
I wish that I knew that were true
Here I stand below the sky
The wings of cloudy lust
They blend into the bluish day
Oh I've gone through so much today
I wish for nothing, need it all
Your eyes like honey, arms so tall
I keep your courage deep away
I'm falling upwards towards the clay
The flailing of this sun-smoked scene
Oh, babe I'm dreaming of the wild
Keeping on, forgetting why
Oh, you are such a lovely lie
For my own self, I've no plan
You are such a pretty man
Escape into the shrinking sun
It burnt away all of his fun
Memories awaking blood
They bend like metal in the mud
I'm so alone inside these walls
You're still the one I wish to call
There's nothing better for me now
Jell-O eyes and loving vows
There is wine and whiskey
Bleeding through the cracks of Heaven's floor
Alright, now!
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Ocean Song
05:46
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Walk me to the ocean
Blues inside the words I swallow
Hours of time lost in the morning
Drinking coffee by the sunrise
Weeping willow singing sideways
There are hills outside the city
Leave the lights on glowing silent
Oh, the sadness of the dimming
Keep it cool beside a river
Getting down and getting thinner
Sun is open, gentle skylight
Climbing higher in the twilight
Than the rocks of Malibu
And the trees of Echo Park
I see them fondly in the evening
And the space inside my dreaming
Of a girl and of a feeling
So entwined inside the ceiling
Of a gesture, of a whisper
Of a failure, oh a sister
Keep me locked inside the eyelids
Of the hilltops in the country
Crying sunny, walking easy
Living far from the city
Is it me or is it you
Or does it fade beyond the blue
We carry sadness like the summer
Years of past and getting younger
See our friends out on the beach
I've gone too long to see the feet
Of people wishing, waves caressing
People laughing, people dancing
Oh the stones within our hearts
The blood below our skin
Is streaming upwards to the skyward
Planes above and every star is something
Broken by the fears
And all the hope behind the years
I'm growing older, maybe wiser
See the blues inside the fire
Take me to the country
I have flown above the rivers
In the nighttime
Where the daylit moon is shining
Where the darkness falls I walk below a song
Sung inside the melody
Of floors falling, glasses clinking
Lovers lost and mama winking
At the folly of the outcome
And the beauty of the waters
Washing straight towards our dying hands
I wish for us to be well
Oh, it makes me feel alone
To see my old home
There's nothing pretty in the sadness
Memories and past gladness
For the spoons inside the cupboard
And the starlight in the summer air
I've spent it, I have lost it
Far away now I have left it
In the darkest part of me
It's too far for us to see
We've only felt it in a moment
Where we blinked our eyes and suddenly were free
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Los Angeles
03:46
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I got so drunk I left the ground
And in my mind, the words were found
But sitting here among my friends
Los Angeles, the bitter end
And now I walk with purpose lost
Through trenches built with quiet walls
And sky above, a narrow song
Los Angeles, it won't be long
The dreams and devils here at last
The strangest things that come to pass
And lord, I've sucked and smoked these nights
Los Angeles, a thousand times
I wonder now, with softened brow
The lifetime spent to taste an hour
But when it's said and done, my dear
Los Angeles, never fear
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Paul Bergmann New Haven, Connecticut
In his relentless oeuvre-building, Paul has amassed an especially articulate kind of existentialism: what it means to persist, and to create, in a world which dies in the near distance. In No Masters in Paradise, the form of the songwriter’s ballad, in the hands of an expert, is turned inward for comfort, resisting the base lure of worldly approval. ... more
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