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Shinjuku Gyoen
00:34
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Portrait Photographer
04:03
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Line up by the bull again - don't all close your eyes this time.
Just keep quiet if you can - don't ask me if you look nice.
I'd just say you're not so hot like my 10 am but I know I won't.
You say you marched 5th avenue for Amadou Diallo's trial
You say you played the Luna Lounge and got high with Nick Valensi
You show your kids the place you lived before you moved back to Ohio
Don't just say it goes so fast then ask me about my weekends -
Just me, Jim Beam, and HBO in the city I should know
but I know I won't
so I'll try not to bother you.
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Sound of Music
00:53
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Half
05:19
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Think this room's a bit too crowded
for our quiet doubts about the soundtrack
We'll make due, we'll use the corners
shout our names above some chorus I don't know well
We'll struggle to make conversation
land on all the places that we'd rather be than New York
Mute the news in Ahmed's taxi
spill our drinks into the backseat on our way home
you whisper platitudes from porn scenes
run your hand way up my inseam - sorry Ahmed, I can't stop this
you can take wrong turns down one way backstreets
run the fare up by $5.50, I won't mind it -
I won't mind you wasting your time here
Strip down to your silhouette and stay for me I'll take one half of you.
Strip down to your silhouette and stay for me I'll take one half.
You can keep the rest of it.
You lean back your eyes half open
follow all the pre-war moulding on my ceiling
That's alright, I don't mind
I'll keep playing my own rhythm to your breathing, as you speed up
You sit up, won't pause to savor it
as if my tongue's some kind of favor you should return to me.
I know this room's a bit too crowded
for you quiet doubts about it in the morning.
We'll make due, dress in the corners,
learn each others' names once more
I have grown so sentimental
I would even smoke your menthols if you offered 'til I"m nauseous
We can take wrong turns down one way backstreets
fool around in taxi back seats I wont mind it.
I don't mind you wasting your time here.
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Tourist, Pt. 1
03:42
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If I keep my voice down here
will you know that I'm a tourist here in London
and all my blood's still in me?
Don't chase me back to Boston
I would even pay for you
to lay me down and talk me through the ways you can console me.
You say "nothing is holy.
Nothing round here not my skin or your name
but you can afford me.
You can afford me for an hour or more, 'til you're sick of it"
Will you chase me back to Boston
You press your face against my collar
say I taste like lotus water
if that's what you wanted
You wrap my body round your thumb
and trace the constellations with your tongue
and whisper all their names to me.
You take your time to shape Orion
you say that's how you like to write it
Nothing is holy.
Nothing round here not my skin or your name
and you can afford me.
You can afford me for an hour or more 'til you're sick of it.
Sick just like before, so why come here at all?
If I keep my voice down here
will you know that I'm a tourist here in London
and all my blood's still in me?
Cause anyone can find St. Paul's
and wander through the catacombs
or climb up and whisper in the gallery.
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Block Party
03:41
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I love the sirens, and I love the haze
I would buy it as a Valspar paint - police cerulean.
There's a line of folks stretched down the block
quiet like they all forgot a brownstone could even catch fire.
But maybe I can get my name out
if I frame the fire with the line around the corner
and the news picks up my photo.
They'll want before and after so
I'll wait and watch the fire grow. I'll watch the fire crawl up the walls
and stay here 'til I'm too tired or the fire's out
I can get to know my neighbors
offer consolation like I hope there's no one in there.
I'll watch the ash and hydrant water
bind together and start to fall
I'll let it hit my tongue.
I can get to know my neighbors
joke around about the cannibal s'mores we'd make
if the cops would let us closer
I'd press my nose up to the flames and
Wait and watch the fire grow. I'll watch the fire crawl up the walls
and stay here 'til I'm too tired or the fire's out.
I'll try to stay up half the night if I can
that's just the fire and it's out of my hands
I don't need the streams from St. Paul or from Dallas
that's just the fire and I'm already calloused
I'm covered in ridges and red as the water
that's just the fire that makes the salt hotter
I'll stay out tomorrow I'll stay out all night
that's just the fire and I love the light
I watch the fire cause I love the light.
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Cicada
04:10
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You come up your head back you smile from your corner. You hand me my keys back and you rush me out. You can't believe your luck you found me. I tell you I'm higher than some 17-year cicada, and I'll be here for hours if you stick around you make me think I'll be alright. We'll share our favorite photographs of where we'll go. Plan some trip out east of Eden, Idaho. Can't believe the things I tell you.
I can't believe my luck.
I think I know I think I found my love here.
Your brother keeps calling from some fireworks show south of Paris. Ignore it God please ignore it, lover we can barely talk. We're close enough to being alright. I tell you I'm higher than some 17-year cicada and we'll stay up, I promise, 'til we can barely talk and I can't believe my luck I think I found you.
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Tourist, Pt. 2
04:55
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tied to this post or I'd climb down. you know i'd follow the sirens if i could help somehow. i know i can't get back home for a while. i left my keys in some garden, so I'm still out, i'll watch the city rising.
All I can offer is all my desire
I'm sorry that's all it's the best I could find here.
We'll go to the coast with my friends in the morning
We'll fuck around then count down 'til we run in the water.
back, i could call you back like i promised. i know it's four in the morning, i know i'm still coming down. i know you could climb up on my shoulders and i could take half your weight and carry you around.
All I can offer is all my desire
I'm sorry that's all it's the best I could find here.
We'll go to the coast leave the songs to the sirens
Cause I've got no words that mean more than the silence they'd break.
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Robin Buyer
Spencer Inch
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