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Lost Pauses
03:22
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Apartment 801
03:05
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The ceiling has its stains
and the couch has seen a lively past
watching like she always has
moved from place to place
There's nothing here to eat
but Airborne and Emergen-c
I use rabbit ears on my TV
for PBS and NBC
But I set things up the way
I thought that you might like it
all my furniture's meticulously placed
I can't control my thermostat
too hot or cold, and who needs that
but i think we'll be just warm enough
when you come to stay
I'm confused by love
wondrous in the morning light
when you search me with wide open eyes
you'll be here in a week
But sometimes I regress
and I think I'm damned I'm scared you'll leave
when you find out the rest of me
on VH1 or MTV
See I am still so reckless
like the time I broke that necklace
that she gave me in a letter
just before she went to Greece
Still so many pictures
every now and then I miss her
but maybe that's the consequence
of dreaming for the seas
The oven's way too small
but that's okay cause I don't bake
there's nothing to eat anyway
and nothing on the walls
You'll be here in a week
and I'll pick you up and drive you home
I love it when we're almost home
and you're dancing riding next to me
Alas, alas, there's nothing here
until you're here beside me
and I won't fear the noises of
my kitchen in the night
I hope you like my traffic cone
I stole from that convenience store
I hope you like the parts of me
I find so hard to fight
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3. |
Any Song But Mine
02:43
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I didn't mean
to come apart at the seams
baby I know
you know the weakness in me
When no one's around
I'm not quite so godly, so sound
the things I say
I am ashamed to repeat
When the years
wrap me in lies and I
can't find the fire of the
times that I tried to be kind
why do I blame any song but mine?
Some who succeed
sadden me beyond belief
where did they go
to avoid hardship and grief?
The wind's left my sails
still air is thick with betrayals
the going gets slow
the going, and all it entails
This shall fade
and with it my memories
faux hawks and suede
and the times that I
questioned the praise
smiled politely and turned the page
wished for a moment to own the stage
realised that I've grown too tired to rage
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At night I hear the drums
beating like a thousand hearts
I mourn the chosen ones
for telling them and us apart
Orion reappears
to meet the Southern Crosss
I have shared my fears
you have shared my loss
But the night grows cold
so you take my hand
as the ocean shouts aloud
Well I am like this child
curious, but hesitant
These waters and this wild
may dilute my confidence
And though I dreamed for months
imagined in a drunken state
Soon my dreams came true
with a slightly different taste
But the night grows cold
so you take my hand
and I have to laugh aloud
(interval)
The sun sets like a stain
I have never seen so far
You and I remain
waiting for the brightest star
Til the night grows cold
so you take my hand
as I start to call this home
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Lullaby
04:21
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The sun sets so late now
and I know you're tired
But I'm wide awake now
seems I'm always wired
For making excuses
to stay where it's starlit
and meanwhile you're fighting
the pull of your eyelids
So let me take you home
Where I'll tell you stories of heroes
and of ancient Rome
that'll bore you nearly to tears til you
Wake to the place
where I'm always kind
and the smile's never fake
and the sun's always shining
to your dreams, to the lake
where we heard the loons calling
where we knew what it takes
to be loved and we loved anyway
Four years have passed now
and it's snowing somewhere
but here the rain threatens
like imminent warfare
Except Minnesota
we like when it thunders
I'll sleep by the window
in case it gets rougher
So you can drift off home
as I read you stories of Pine Cove
and of spares and bones
that aren't suited for bedtime but still you will
Wake to the place
where I'm mostly kind
where the bees never chase
and the sun's always shining
to your dreams, to the lake
where we heard the loons calling
where we knew what it takes
to be loved and we loved
Any way that you face
you will note that I'm by you
when you're lost in this place
you know I'm here to find you
Once you left in the dark
but I thought I heard singing
a low hum, from the deck,
it was wedding bells ringing
The sun sets so late now
and I know you're tired
Though I'm wide awake now
I'll follow you skyward...
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6. |
I Am Not An Artist
06:39
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I am not an artist
I can't paint the view out my window
or write how it's naturally hallowed
for what it is, all on its own
And I am not a doctor
whose face is in every paper
I can't even cure my own cancers
just wonder how much they have grown
No one said it would be like this
I waste my days, grey-clouded pessimists
lie awake, thinking of old ground
this world's too large
and I feel too old now
so remind me that this journey
is part of the plan
Well I am not a farmer
I stare at these paddocks before me
I breathe deep and try to ignore me
and praise what I can't understand
But I am not a pastor
I cannot absolve through the scriptures
nor promise a life in hereafter
and no one's been healed by my hands
No one said it would be like this
I waste my days, grey-clouded pessimists
lie awake, thinking of old ground
this world's too large
and I feel too old now
so remind me that this journey
is part of the plan
So I am not an office
steel windows stretched up to the starline
I do not break backs on my own time
and I don't much care for the thought
Once I was not a lover
I know that I should have told her
but I couldn't help but be colder
cold was all I ever got
Until you, my dear
you said it would be like this
you cried for weeks, grey-clouded pessimists
but you survived
I owe you what warmth I have left
in between remembering to hold my breath
So remind me
of the things I have seen
remind me
please remind me
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Britt Kusserow Los Angeles, California
Britt Kusserow is a queer singer/songwriter who has lived in too many places. Her latest album, “After Or Before,” is a collection of new songs as well as older songs, reimagined. Britt's lyrics frequently explore existential and spiritual themes, and they are influenced by artists like The Indigo Girls, The Weepies, and Tracy Chapman. ... more
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