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Decimals (June 09)
02:50
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First I was born, and second I died. Everything between that's just a decimal. I grew older, you grew bangs.
First I was born, and second I died. Everything between that's just a decimal. I got older, you got paid.
Look around! This IS a postcard town! The way the sun hits that steeple every night so brightly, you'd think Jesus was the bell-keep.
None of my friends believe what I believe.
I don't judge, I don't feel like I'm worth following.
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Meredith, what the hell happened?
You used to be so old-fashioned, and now you're so pick-and-choose.
On a balance beam, journaling your dreams.
American Tourist-ing, making sense of all the things that've developed.
These past few weeks, the winter's been showing its teeth.
I'm ripping at the sweater seems, you know the brown striped one your mother gave to me?
Let's toss our shoes over the power lines, and find some place where we can fall behind.
Sip on some Virginia wine, and see what kind of trouble we can find.
Meredith, what the hell happened?
You used to be so, and now you're just so.
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Oh, we'll sweat it out!
Face down on the hardwood while the ghosts just walk around.
I ain't got no money, but I got this bottle of wine.
Let's go back to my house and figure our bodies out.
We can walk the property line from the springhouse to the cabin
The sun'll beat down on the roof of House Mountain.
Darling, this disease'll take me. It's taken me before.
What's past always becomes the present.
There's so many parallels when history repeats itself.
Pick it up, no, put it down.
The caraffe sweats as the sun dims down.
I ain't got no money, but I got a lot of time.
Let's go back to my house and toss our inhibitions out.
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Whole (January 08)
05:44
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You are a back of the schoolbus kinda girl, and I'm a front row seat type of guy.
Let's put it all behind for one more night, put on your little black dress, and I'll put on my matching tie.
I ain't sayin' no to nothing while you got that on - you put 'em all to shame.
Let your hair hit your shoulders for me, we ain't gonna remember it anyway.
You are a gin and tonic kinda girl, and I'm a whiskey double kinda guy.
Let's mix that shit together, get drunk, and call our ex-lover's lover's home phone, tell 'em how they're gonna wind up.
The bar looks different than memory reminds.
Perhaps it's the company I used to keep here.
And I don't need a little change to remind me I've done the same, and so have you (we all do).
I think we might go some places, but I sure as hell ain't drivin' us there.
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Forest to tree, paper to leaves, cyclical like Armstrong, we'll come around.
Accidental dial, you're such a child!
Suck it up, suck it in, we're going on again.
Remember this: You're nothing without roots; Without some soil to grow into.
Oh what a sickness you're gonna catch: No past and nothing to peddle.
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Sink (September 08)
03:58
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You moved to the watershed.
You made plans by not making them.
You chose this life by not choosing and.
What's the difference, a state or a street? You're already so far away from me.
If Richmond feels too small, I'll just find some other city.
What was yours was never mine.
You cut it out like a valentine.
Decide which mailbox to hide behind.
I know you got my letters.
I could never do anything you could get behind.
Turns out I've treaded dead water this entire time.
And every time you speak, I can feel it sink.
When I left you alone, your limbs all over the telephone.
Nobody has to know. I'll get rid of the friends that say "See? I told you so."
In a few weeks I'll become a plastic mannequin living on diet coke and parliaments, talking to anybody that feels like listening.
And every time you speak, I can feel it sink.
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Sometime soon you'll figure out nobody's waiting there, it's just you in the garden with fruit everywhere on a park bench blowing smoke that sticks to you in summer air that's been weighing down on you since you moved down there.
Maybe drive down to the ocean past your grandfather's home, and get rid of all the ghosts that've been following you everywhere. Walk into the water and get yourself cleansed, you've been feeling so damn dirty since you slept with him.
I still love you darling, but God damn I wish I didn't. Nobody's pointing fingers, but everyone knows who did it. This bed was built for two, so stop bringing other people back to it. Just between me and you it's no secret you never meant it.
Well you never made it outta your living room, you drank it all away.
You never made it past fence sitting, you just let your passion fade away.
And you never really figured out faithful, you just kept the sinning at bay.
And you never really dealt with anything, you just took a holiday.
I still love you darling, but a little less every day.
Nobody's pointing fingers, because nobody knows which way you went.
This bed was built for two, but these sheets weren't meant for you after all anyway.
It's never gonna be black and white for you, you gotta work through the shades of gray.
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We climbed down Virginia's coastline all day.
We got drunk on the Chesapeake Bay.
We saw the ebb, and slept through the flow.
Our feet flip-flopped all the way home.
We climbed down Virginia's coastline all day.
We got drunk on the Chesapeake Bay.
We felt it in our bones.
We never wanna go back home.
Keep the evening coming, keep our glasses filled, keep the night alive.
Keep the evening coming, keep our glasses filled, we'll keep time still.
We'll keep the moving away.
What's left to weather when we've become the storm?
We make the thunder, our voices melt into the microphones.
What's left to weather when we've become the storm?
Speak like lightening, this conversation's on and off and on and off.
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More Years (January 07)
04:08
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These cork board walls leak confidential phone calls.
Dialing numbers written on this bathroom wall.
Practice making what I say seem more audible.
Do you feel the aging?
Do you feel your life erasing?
Do you feel your features fading away?
There are ghosts, like silk sliding out with cigarette smoke, drifting wherever this friendly city wind blows them.
Drug binged blushed skinned mannequins, back and forth from the porch to the keg again.
Do you feel the aging?
Do you feel your life erasing?
Do you feel your features fading away?
What you're doing has always been done before.
Tomorrow's new ideas will be today's folklore.
Money for a rainy day spent in fair weather at the liquor store.
Do you feel the aging?
Do you feel your life erasing?
Do you feel your features fading?
Do you feel like staying?
I could see your leave decaying.
Do you think you've got another day in you?
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Tables turn, bridges burn, and you'll just float down the river like debris.
Don't settle down, don't drop your tired anchor, just drift through these four years with the breeze.
This bed was built for two, but these sheets weren't meant for you.
Don't try to tangle yourself up in trouble, don't try and tangle yourself up with me.
This bed was built for two, and you're the only one I want. Won't you come home with me tonight? What's the cityscape got that I can't provide?
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I'm giving up on you
I'm pulling off stickers from a rubik's cube.
If I make it through this winter, I swear to God I can make it through anything.
It's not the water that keeps me cold, it's the way it ebbs and flows.
Like water, and winter, you come and go. You relapse, you keep me on my tip toes.
There is no right way to speak, there is no warmth from this kind of heat.
Contracting, and relaxing our toes in dead grass beneath our green feet.
You put the go in gone, walking backwards wishing I were some other someone.
I'm not drunk enough to call you back.
There's not enough liquor in Virginia for that.
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What kind of life would you have led?
Bound for the big time, bound to a hospital bed?
The younger you are, the sooner you start sewing back the holes in your heart.
Downstairs they break for Thanksgiving dinner.
Cashing in chips, picking out prizes.
I've cut my losses, I've been losing for years.
It's pouring out both of my ears.
If I've not been found, or if I've not been feeling,
If my pores are slick with morphine from the holes in my ceiling,
If I'm not alive, but they keep me breathing, pull the plug on me.
I bet you're driving home alone.
I bet you're interstates from fathoming.
I bet you're stuck in traffic.
I bet your eyes are watering.
I know I'm not driving, but I spend my weekends in one of four lanes in indefinite direction on eastern bound interstates, driving from home to you and back again.
Here you lay slowly drifting to sleep on age old sofas with a TV for company.
Shaking in your shoes.
My god, what have I done to you?
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Sugar on Sugar (July 05)
02:23
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End (November 08)
04:45
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The show is over, and the liquor store is closed.
I ain't buying no damn lottery ticket, because my money's all been blown.
But I say my best prayers while I'm driving at night while the radio moans low.
Though I ain't got no damn headlights, I can't stay here with you.
With all faces I've forgotten, and names I can't forget all sitting legs crossed on a cloud just floating
Waiting for me to come in. Waiting for me to come home again.
We've been going under, but now it's set in stone, and I've got this void of time I used to spend on the telephone.
I can't seem to get drunk enough to call you back, there's just not enough liquor in the state of Virginia for that.
For all these people I've been calling, and the places that they live all sitting legs crossed on the gate so golden waiting for me to come in. Waiting for me to come home again.
The show is over and the bars are all closed.
I keep buying lottery tickets cause my luck's been down for so long.
I'm honest to God while I'm driving at night while the radio swings slow, and I ain't got no damn headlights, but the good lord takes me home to all the people I've been calling, and the places that they live, all sitting legs crossed at the gate so golden. Waiting for me to come in. Waiting for me to come home again.
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Matt Leech Harrisonburg, Virginia
Dad, dude, designer, and unofficial Virginia advocate™ living, working, and writing in the shadow of the Blue Ridge.
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