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Every Last Romance
04:26
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Do you know the patterns of her motions
Do not verse the way she feels
I still remember all the angles
Of how she ambles and how she breathes
And every word she speaks to me
Begins to color all I see
And variations of her emotions
Paint these artless memories
So I brush in the scenery
And it’s a building of a portion of
The way we used to be
But all of these moments and each movement
I can’t imagine are meant for me
Did I remember the romantic splendor
Or is she just a failing dream?
And every word she spoke to me
If I listened carefully
Was a creation of my devotion
To her presence on the screen
So I dream of these memories
And it’s a building of a portion of
The things we couldn’t be
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“Are you the same girl
Who’s framed inside all my picture slides?”
“Yes, I’m the same, and I’m promising
That bedded don’t mean wedded, if you want me.”
“So are you saying that you
Have held out for me somehow?”
“Well, ‘holding out’ and ‘holding out hope’
Are close enough for us just now.”
“No – you’ve aged quite faster
Than I’d like to say.
And now it seems I’ve sold my dreams
To an antiquated age.”
“A thirty year-old schoolgirl stops
Dreaming the day she turns twenty.”
“Then that is why I’d not recognize
You from a girl past forty-three.”
“If you’d aged more slowly
My fondness would remain.
And now it seems that all my dreams
Are simply out-of-date.”
“If you’d aged more slowly
My fondness would remain.
And now it seems that all my dreams
Are simply out-of-date.”
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Now you see how I’ve reddened
Do you think I can turn this flush
Into a festive blush, all the while
Think of you as the others do?
With each simper you’re cheating me
There’s a lesson learned
For each head you turn
But that’s the reason I’m courting you
And I confess I still like you best
But since I wished on you traits like these
Vanity, glamour, and style
I learned the heir is me
To what is called envy
Once, I’ve worked out my best plan
A faithful drama to your faithless act
Then you object to my sudden flair
And ask me first to top wooing her
Since your flourish is so well-played
I’d appreciate, if it’s not too late
Then I’ll carry you off with me
I’d like this fight to please end tonight
But since I wished on you traits like these
Vanity, glamour, and style
I learned the heir is me
To what is called envy
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While I Walk You Home
02:57
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These last days I’ve been thinking
About what I’d say when we meet
I’m not so keen on traditional greetings
But more so when it comes time to leave
While I walk you home
I’ll stumble through a poem
If you’d be so kind to smile
Or blush for awhile
While I walk you home I’ll hold you quite close
Provided I’m invited to stay
In the customary way
If you ask how the second act plays
I’ll say that it sure bests the first
And if you plead you’re still green
And wearing white
I don’t think I would call that a curse
While I walk you home
I’ll profess my love to you
Then what will you do?
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Fond Affections For Kaye
03:02
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Just where has Kaye gone
And what has she seen?
Does she still animate when she’s talking?
I do not doubt that she knows
All her butterflies are made of plastic
A memory unstyled of Kaye’s earnest smile
Is a simple gift that resonates forever
I imagine Kaye does not know
Exactly how she fashioned this perfection
Inside the breeze
Are three words sent from me
And I’ll listen if someday
The breeze returns my way
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A Round Sour Morning
06:46
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Don’t say that on the morning we met
That I was indifferent
Because I made a point to be nearer your umbrella
Yes, the sound the rain made affected me, honestly
And when the mist drifts over the lake
It mixes in time with my every breath
I know it’s not your cigarettes
Because you asked me for matches
And I shook my head
While turning the page I was skimming, honestly
One-hundred and seven words went by
Before you let out a sigh
Joining the mist – the only friend that I’d made
But it was just eleven
And I don’t count the rain, honestly
I think that this act made us familiar
Is that why you gazed over?
I hear you’re still searching
For a boy bestowing matches
But even if I had carried them
In the rain they’d be useless
But I suppose you knew that, honestly
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Not long past the age thirteen
A schoolgirl came to me
She asked ‘Am I pretty?’
And I suppose I thought she bought
My line which said she was a beauty
Her knee socks they were knocking
As I versed something quite shocking
So she sent me to the mistress of her house
Who asked me to recite it in private
And then undo her blouse
Forgetting my schoolboy charm
The number of lovers I realized was greater
Attracting wives with boring lives
Who care not you’re fourteen
When they’re pushing forty
Did you know that I’d rather be bashful
Than full of charm or peak my bravado
And give her a mouthful
Of how she looks youthful
My teenage years were spent like this
Turning my charm into a bliss
I do believe I was deceived
Because all I did receive
Was the purring of her pleasure
And, no, I didn’t love her
Forgetting my schoolboy charm
The number of lovers I realized was greater
Attracting wives with boring lives
Who care not you’re fourteen
When they’re pushing forty
Did you know that I’d rather be bashful
Than full of charm or peak my bravado
And give her a mouthful
Of how she looks youthful
Forgetting my schoolboy charm
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Even though I cannot create
The words to write for her tonight
I’m trying anyway
You can tell by my pen’s mistakes
That I’m the worst at crafting verse
I cannot count the ways
I can’t write love letters to my girl
And that is why I know I’ll lose her still
I can print the time and date
Above her name then I refrain
And leave the letter blank
Now you know when I explain
‘The written word can’t capture her’
I’ve failed to rhyme again
I can’t write love letters to my girl
And that is why I know I’ll lose her still
I can’t write love letters to my girl
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Jane, The Neighbor
03:27
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There’s no smile
On the face of the girl before my eyes
She’s silent still
Her picture remains to tell me why
Saw Jane yesterday
Saw Jane yesterday
This ‘sunrise’
It grooms but it ruins me for awhile
Please Jane might I
Hold you in my mind for just one time?
So I could be
A boy missing you while you miss me
Saw Jane yesterday
Saw Jane yesterday
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I guess that if pressed, I’d have to confess
I’m a fool to think that I know her
But I cannot contain these clichés I say
Or reflections about her perfections
And that is why I still embrace
All the pictures I see of her ‘immortal face’
And that is why I still rejoice
At the words that I hear from that ‘hypnotic voice’
While these words give praise withholding her name
Cannot truly veil her identity
My only defense is that I’m in love
And she must have known this would happen
And that is why I still embrace
All the pictures I see of her ‘immortal face’
And that is why I still rejoice
At the words that I hear from that ‘hypnotic voice’
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Motion Picture Minneapolis, Minnesota
Formed in 1992, the plaintive and contemplative songs of Minneapolis' Motion Picture calls to mind the lush fragility of Belle & Sebastian, the lovelorn lyricism of Trembling Blue Stars, and the sophisticated melodic stamp of early Felt. The heart-wrenching music merges guitar and cello melodies into arrangements that are at once idyllic in essence and elaborate in structure. ... more
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