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Cinnamon
03:14
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They said said
If you say say say
The same same word
It turns back into syllables
But I've been dreaming your name for weeks on repeat
And it still means the world to
CHORUS:
You are cinnamon in my throat
Every time I try to change the subject, I choke
I need a synonym to replace you
But all I can do, all I can do
Is keep keep saying
The same same word
And you still mean the world to me
Yes, I was on the one to leave you
But now I am the one to grieve you
This isn't the way it happened in my mind
You can leave an empty bed
But can't escape the words unsaid
Haunted hallways always on my mind
'Cause you're not mine
CHORUS:
You are cinnamon in my throat
Every time I try to change the subject, I choke
I need a synonym to replace you
But all I can do, all I can do
Is find the faith to face the truth and
Maybe I won't have to fake it through
Every disappointing gaze they gave
Pointed me back to you
CHORUS:
You are cinnamon in my throat
Every time I try to change the subject, I choke
I need a synonym to replace you
But all I can do, all I can do
Is keep keep saying the same same words
I keep keep saying the same words
And you still mean the world to me
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Come close I've got everything you never wanted
I've got it for free
There's an old half-finished painting of a man
Sitting by the sea
And I've got seventeen rusty wrenches that will never fit a screw
Well, well believe it or not
I even have my love for you
Come close I've got everything you never wanted
Come and check out the sale
There's a torn flyer advertising to a buyer
I found in yesterday's mail
And I've got one cotton shoelace that is too short for a shoe
Well, well believe it or not
I even have my love for you
I suppose I should've seen this coming
The way I was breaking hearts
I suppose I'm not the type to finish what I start
So I will batten all the hatches of my mind
I'll admit, I don't fit exactly what you sought to find
Come close I've got all the words you never wanted
The kind the cause such a fuss
Like, tintinnabulation, prestidigitation, numismatic, and superfluous
And I've got some simpler phrases you can claim that you never knew
Well, well believe it or not
I even have "I love you too"
I suppose I should've seen this coming
The way I was breaking hearts
I suppose I'm not the type to finish what I start
So I will batten all the hatches of my mind
I'll admit, I don't fit exactly what you sought to find
Come close I got everything you never wanted
Come and check out the deals
There's a glass jar full of miniature cars that are missing all of their wheels
Yeah I've got quite an array of things that you don't care to see
Well, well believe or it not
I even have me
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3. |
Guide
05:00
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I have been searching for something I can hold onto
I had a dream that I'd thought I'd keep but off it flew
In the abyss where the things that you miss are right out of view
The sound of the train and the look on your face when I turned to you
When I turned to you
To myself at age 19
You have got a weird disease
One day you will feel much better
But this self you won't forget her
Don't you go away too soon
Be my guide
Don't you be a waning moon
In my sky
Be my guide, be my guide
I have been making a sturdy framework in my head
Built from the bindings of books I keep but have not read
Add to my list with the flick of a wrist and I lie in bed
Words I don't say in the light of the day turn to dreams instead
And I swallow them
And I swallow them
To myself at age 15
One day you, too will smoke weed
Don't you worry 'bout your brother
Be more honest with your mother
Don't you go away too soon
Be my guide
Don't you be a waning moon
In my sky
Be my guide, be my guide
I have a space where I place these versions of myself
Stored at the core of my heart upon a makeshift shelf
Talk to my brain where the past still remains and I'm overwhelmed
But where would I be with just one form of me standing at the helm?
And the course is held
And the course is held
To myself at 9 years old
Keep your imagination bold
You'll be awkward but don't mind it
You have a voice and you will find it
Don't you go away too soon
Be my guide
Don't you be a waning moon
In my sky
Be my guide, be my guide
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4. |
Stella
02:48
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Stars that are long gone, I still see the light from them
Words that I wanted to say to you still have some fight in them
Fever dream memories, I still invite them in
Stories we told to our parents, oh no did we frighten them?
Memories are a string wrapped 'round a spool
And the older you get, well the tighter they pull
'Til you can't see the start, and you can't find the end
And so every day you just begin again
Places and names on the tip of my tongue
Syllables fade with the face of the young
Thumbing through albums of photographs one by one
I can't recall what I saw soon as we are done
Memories are a string wrapped round a spool
And the older you get, well the tighter they pull
'Til you can't see the start, and you can't find the end
And so every day you just begin again
Where is my father? My clearness of sight?
Where is the man who I sleep with at night?
Where is the cat who was scratching the door?
Remember when they captured Joe in the war?
Who made these paintings, was it really me?
I must admit that they're truly lovely,
Truly lovely
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Sway
04:05
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Tree tops swaying in the breeze
Same sort of feeling I get in my knees
When you're talking to me
When you're talking to me
You try to blow me away, darling
But I'm not built for falling
My stubborn heart's not gonna change
Don't you be fooled by my tendency to sway
I'm not falling today
All your rehearsed vocabulary choices
Building all your charming voices
I don't hear what you say, no
I don't hear what you say
You try to blow me away, darling
But I'm not built for falling
My stubborn heart's not gonna change
Don't you be fooled by my tendency to sway
I'm not falling today
They'll take bets on the best of us
Saying, "Even hearts of steel may rust"
When they do he will sweep up the dust
And give it back to her labeled as trust
Gust of reason leaves the room
I find myself talking to you
I assumed your the same, do you
Even remember my name?
Well I guess I was wrong, this time, 'cause now I'm wanting to say
That you blow me away darling
I've got no fear of falling
My stubborn heart's not gonna change
Don't you be fooled by my tendency to sway
I think I'm falling today
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6. |
Try Harder
02:24
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You said, "I'll love you when you turn this water into wine"
So I poured the crystal water onto a grapevine
Fell asleep and waited for the sun to shine
Picked the grapes at morning
They were sweet as knowing that you could be mine
If I tried a little harder
If I tried a little harder
You could be mine
You said, "I'll love you when you learn to walk on water"
So I built a vessel named after Poseidon's daughter
To the center of a lake is where I brought her
I walked around the boat and thought maybe you could be mine
If I tried a little harder
If I tried a little harder
You could be mine
You said I'm clever and that yes indeed I could yours
I said, "Love don't make you jump through hoops
It opens doors"
So I took my wine out to the rocky shore
I decided that I really do not need you anymore
Yeah I don't need to try harder
And I don't need to be smarter
I'll not be a martyr
I will not be yours
I will not be yours
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Julia Mark Boston, Massachusetts
As a singer-songwriter and pianist, Julia Mark balances wordplay and wit with the weight of being
human.
Life on the moon, heartbreak on Earth, secret plans, and palindromes…these are a few topics addressed by Julia’s songwriting. Raised on the sounds of bebop greats and folk music legends, her music feature pin-point vocals and clever storytelling.
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