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Still Learning
04:28
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Lyrics Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Still Learning
Wake you up to walk me out, a sleepless stranger in your house. And a thief.
Unspoken jewels I carry with me. A lie to say I’m doing fine, a lie to claim an open mind.
Want to know want to ask can you still see my soul? It’s changing daily now and does it show? To be kind, to be sweet, do I need these lines before I leave.
I have fallen I have tried, I have seen it from both sides, and I have learned to love you.
It’s in a second and can you hear can you lie can you still see your soul?
Through the night and through the day that you know.
A lie to say I’m doing fine a lie to claim and open mind.
I have fallen I have tried, I have seen it from both sides, and I have learned to love you. I have fallen I have tried. I have seen it from both sides, and I tried to find you, to remind you.
You know I’ve seen worse. To hear your lines and do you mean it.
The fear is gone but it won’t be long before you need it.
I have fallen I have tried, I have seen it from both sides and I have learned to love you. In a mess, in a state, and a second too late, I am hear in your mind and all over the place, and I tried to find you, to remind you, this is the truth.
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Dear Pino
03:09
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Lyrics Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Dear Pino
There’s a letter on the table, there’s a dagger in my side. Self inflicted maybe but flesh wounds numb wounds inside.
Promises, soul chains and phrases like forever and ever all I knew better to exclaim but in your letter they fall like rain.
From a London train, things couldn’t be the same, didn’t I say after all. What if she don’t live here anymore? What if she don’t?
The open page stares back at me first quizzically, then questioningly, then mockingly, the muscles in my hand can’t grasp the pen and
I stood before the Irish Sea. Searched as far as I could see.
But there wasn’t even a line where the sea met the sky and
I could be the sky. I could be the sea. But I am I am numb. I am empty.
In Italy you could shelter me, what could you protect me from in my own nightmare?
There’s demons in these closets, monsters beneath the bed, they twirl and flirt in the light but its my hand who turns on the light.
Dear Pino, Dear Pino.
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Dutch Elm
02:57
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Lyrics Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Dutch Elm
He likes three syllabled words. I look them up when he leaves.
Smarter than me in some things but not smarter than me in some things and everything I’ve learned from him, he did not teach me.
Sometimes I stay when he leaves for work, the woman downstairs calls for Angus but a different colored cat arrives each day, today it’s orange and grey,
I scrawl a letter but I crumble it before I leave.
Later on I leave a message but I still leave my name, think about the tree out back that’s dead, but grows a disease, with branches and leaves, and it looks like a tree until, until you look closely.
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4. |
Determined
04:07
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Lyrics Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Determined
His eyes don’t fall gently on me anymore, clothed with something near suspicion. And he says, well haven’t you become a determined girl.
Oh, but Iv’e always been determined.
Determined to have you, determined to leave you, determined to keep your image safe and sacred.
But the chapel bronze gold has turned shades of green.
Well I went looking for a savior and found is was nothing I could see.
My words and theories became a mocking enemy.
Won’t you shelter me now.
To calm down, to come down.
I lost the battle, I won’t the war.
I wound up here. With you, with this.
I had it planned I had it formed.
This is not what I envisioned.
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5. |
Two Alones
03:15
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Lyrics by Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Two Alones
What are you doing here? The lights change as you appear.
Well you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t have come, but you know you’re still the only one.
Only one, but you’re taken.
I’ve been hanging around. But I hate those crowds and I hate how they circle you. Maybe wait for them to leave, down my drink and grab your sleeve.
We could be something. Wouldn’t we be something.
Two troubles, two flowers, no dirt and no may showers, how would we grow?
Two alones.
Should a took a taxi home to avoid you, to avoid screwing up again.
Well I know you too well not to know you at all and as the summer dies to fall, shoot for October, think about October.
Two troubles, two flowers, no dirt and no may showers, how would we grow?
Two Alones.
Two fuck ups two flowers, I’ve been waiting here for hours to get you alone, ah ah.
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6. |
Chartered Trips
02:50
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Lyrics by Bob Mould
Packed up my belongings in a nylon carry all, hear the porter call. Said the skies the limit on this charter trip away, guess I’d better stay.
Out here on the desert I see trees on every wall, nothings ever solved. Said the skies the limit on this chartered trip away, guess I’d better stay away.
Thought I owed myself a trip away.
To go to places I have never been away.
(Can't remember this one)
There’s no returning from this chartered trip away.
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7. |
First Rain of the Year
03:01
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Lyrics by Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
First Rain of the Year
First rain of the year and I’d been waiting through the snow and the window world.
Well you can never tell if its bird or a leaf on the branch till wind blows in and it flies or falls.
Sad in the morning and it carried through the day, there’s a sinking feeling that stays and plays and reminds me to see, reminds me what I know, remember to go, and to stay stay away.
Reminds me what I know, remember to go and stay stay away.
A hedonist, an idealist, tragedy and taboo.
The four of us in your room, in your pale room.
Oh oh, you’ll never love me, you’ll never love me. ohh.
Sad in the morning and it carried through the day, there’s sinking feeling that stays and plays and reminds me to see, reminds me what I know, remember to go, and to stay stay away.
Reminds me what I know, remember to go and stay stay away.
My minds cold enough to see it so.
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8. |
Happy
04:14
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Lyrics by Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Happy
Saturday afternoon, standing in the red orange room where the shadows twist in and out and back and forth,
blue curtains pulled aside, half the room in shadow half in sunlight,
tracing along, not sure where I belong when I am the half light.
The windows are open though it’s only early March but I am not cold and my eyes are closed
and I’m jumping around to an album he found
running into furniture running down the hall, like the voices of a mother called
And the wishing years are over though the wanting ones have just begun,
sweet fruits of disillusionment are falling from the table one by one,
and it’s so strange so simple to admit to this that I may be be be happy.
This pessimism is such a fun house tainted vice (?) but it fits so well (?) to this life.
But it’s not what it seems. This may be your mind but its just like he said this coin could fail either way.
And the wishing years are over though the wanting ones have just begun,
sweet fruits of disillusionment are falling from the table one by one,
and it’s so strange so simple to admit to this that I may be be be happy.
Wipe the hand across his face and find emotions erase like a pencil drawing, and (?) to go this time.
So lets go back to the beginning, beginning of the end maybe. This life is such, and he reads too much into things he shouldn’t read, an eye for a tooth and a nickel for a dime if I could take it or leave it I’d leave it every time.
And the wishing years are over though the wanting ones have just begun,
sweet fruits of disillusionment are falling from the table one by one,
and it’s so strange so dear to me though it’s all I see and I see your mind like it’s gone away
so I struggle for a definition of this thing I’m not so sure I should define, how do you take achievement graciously when you’re waiting for a punch line at the end I know it seem so ridiculously strange to have to be be be happy.
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9. |
In a Hooded Coat
01:42
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Lyrics Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Hooded Coat
When he comes around, its funny, How does your garden grow. You’d have better luck with oranges even carnations in this night.
Words as my my weapon, words as my vice, words as my enemy tonight I choose silence to save us.
Your face is rearranged in sadness and fear and all the color all the shadings they bring clean from here
Now there’s fearlessness, now there’s happiness, and innocence,
How will you find me? How will you find me?
Today I paint my eyes black and in a hooded coat wander by your home.
It’s sleeting and people stare, are they aware I’ve come too far?
But it makes no difference, I know it’s useless either way.
No ones keeping score anymore.
No ones keeping score anymore.
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10. |
Fall of '92
02:23
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Lyrics Rebecca (Reba) Fritz
Fall of '92
He leaves and I fall into moods
And the wishes I once wished for us turn into wishes I wish for you
To give you faith, to keep you safe, will you save a place for me in the shelves of your soul
And if you still look for me
I will still be looking
To be near you, to watch you fade, watch you rise
Ocean Eyes, so what if I needed this.
In a deck of dreams, this cards the last, and I bet all I had left
And did I lose, did I lose?
You don't prove me wrong
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