1. |
Putting Me Away
02:59
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Like an old dog
Barking at a fence
Or an old watch
Priced at ninety cents
Or my leather-bound Bible
When heaven and hell stopped making sense
You’re putting me away
In an old box
Filled up to the brim
With your old socks
You keep because your pockets might be thin
Or the china cup you broke
But you keep it around ‘cause it was a gift
You’re putting me away
Out of sight and out of mind and out of earshot,
You can find me there
Gathering dust and taking space
You’re putting me away
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2. |
Crow's Feet
03:36
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3. |
Sweet Tooth
02:36
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Is it a bad gene?
Will it catch up to me later?
Will it bring me down to my knees?
Is it nurture or nature, baby,
I can’t help it when you talk like that
Saccharine,
You’re like a craving
You know I can’t resist you
Promises,
They’re just like candy
You know I got a sweet tooth
The way you tease me
With the nothings on your red lips
Got me jonesin’ for the whole thing
But you give it to me sip by sip,
It drives me crazy, then you talk like that
Saccharine,
You’re like a craving
You know I can’t resist you
Promises,
They’re just like candy
You know I got a sweet tooth
Roses are red,
God is dead
Let’s get out of this place
Sugar, I just want another taste
Saccharine,
You’re like a craving
You know I can’t resist you
Promises,
They’re just like candy
You know I got a sweet tooth
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4. |
Sarah
02:58
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I showed up to the party a little after midnight
A little overdressed and tipsy
I swear I left my body tangled up in yours
On the lower side of New York City
I was talking to myself
Blending in with the wallpaper
Wondering if they could tell
I was busy thinking about ya again
Again
Oh Sarah, I want to do right by you
A one-bedroom apartment a little north of Harlem
Can only be a home if you make it
I could feel your long hair slipping through my fingers
Like sand in an hourglass, face it
No one’s going to turn back time
I probably wouldn’t if I could
I just want to get this right
Learning every day to treat you like I should
I should
Oh Sarah
I want to do right by you
We don’t need a paper from the city hall
We don’t need
A ring, a house, a fenced-in yard
I don’t need to own you like a fancy car
Oh Sarah
I want to do right by you
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5. |
I-40
04:02
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6. |
Falling
03:24
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Never been accused of being fancy-free
Easy as a bluebird or a honey bee
I’m nervous and I’m doe-eyed
So I
Filled a little room with all my favorite things
Paper Cranes and coffee stains all on my sheets
I think I want to show you
Won’t you
Stay just a little while with me
I’m still afraid of the dark and I
Some company
Darling, I think I might be falling quickly
Might have had a bit too much to drink last night
Headed out to Paris on a red-eye flight
I don’t know why I don’t mind
Now I’m
Sobering up on an airplane
Humming a prelude to all of the pretty times
We’ll spend together
Darling, I think I might be falling quickly
And if Paris is burning tomorrow
I’m glad to know that I loved you if only just for a while
Darling, I think I might be falling quickly
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7. |
Everything In Its Place
04:08
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I want a perfect body
I want a million bucks
I want someone to want me
When I’m down on my luck
So I sit in the pews
Pray, “God, what do I do with my hands in pictures,
How do I use the US Postal System, make me in your image.”
So, with one hand in his pocket
And one hand in a fist
Like a genie in a bottle
He grants my every wish
And I walk around real proud
Just knowing that I’m blessed and highly favored
But my sweet neighbor,
She never knew the Bible and I’ll never save her
It’s such a lovely day
With everything in its place
They knew, but didn’t tell us
Continued selling stocks
And the pill they try to sell us
Is hard to swallow
But I pick out my clothes
Just wishing that someone would do it for me
So my mom would adore me
I’d look like a preacher or a lawyer and no one would ignore me
It’s such a lovely day
With everything in its place
All the birds and the bees and the big jet planes
All the runners in this old human race
All the flowers you picked in a big glass vase
All the parts of you ya tucked away
It’s such a lovely day
With everything in its place
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8. |
Funhouse
03:29
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Tell me, what’s the use
Tell me, what’s the use in trying
Someone’s watching you
Don’t you find it so exciting
I love it when you stare me down
There’s a voice in my head telling me that I’d better run away
And I try as I might but I come to a sign on the door that says
Welcome to the funhouse, baby
Saw you dancing through, dancing through the smoke and mirrors
Couldn’t differ you from a pixellated picture
So I did all my tricks for you
There’s a voice in my head telling me that I’d better run away
And I try as I might but I come to a sign on the door that says
Welcome to the funhouse, baby
And I’m reaching out to touch you, but I can’t quite
Oh, so I tap twice
Welcome to the funhouse, baby
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9. |
Women's Fiction
03:37
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As a woman, I have bloodstains on my clothes
from the times I couldn't buy myself a way to stop my bleeding
As a woman, I know each freckle on my toes
from the times I kept my eyes down hoping nobody could see me
And a man in the bar whispers in my ear, he says
"I've been talking to God again"
And I tell him I smell it on his breath, and he just laughs and says
"Let me take you home tonight."
I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction
As a woman I know every detour home
from the crossroads to the landmarks to the nearest telephone
As a woman I have blood between my teeth
from the times I bit my tongue so I didn't yell or scream
And the man on the step smokes a cigarette, and says
"Where you going in that dress?"
And I tell him, to hell with him
He just laughs, he just says, my dear
"Let me take you home tonight."
I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction
I could write a symphony and make them weep
But they're not going to see me, they're not going to hear me so
I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction
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10. |
Cigarettes and Candy
04:14
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Kaycie Satterfield Los Angeles, California
my debut album Rosie is out July 12 on Earth Libraries 🖤
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