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I am of another lonely mother
And kitchen lights left on too late at night
I would never, but I might
Someone's cracked a window in the basement
I can feel the chill from way up here
Just one more time I gotta tell you, dear
Praying in monotone
Everywhere that you go
You're an institution on your own
You've got some hours to yourself on a Tuesday morning
Sneaking cigarettes in your bathrobe
You hide your asterisks down in that ashtray
And won't nobody ever know
So you're working on the love notes that you've been leaving
In the bibles in the hotel drawers
Tucked down deep between the parables
Cause you just had to be sure
Dreaming in monochrome
Out in the dark alone
Won't you take one second, each time it snows and call me
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Cadence
03:41
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Brought you up the backstairs
Knew you from the cadence
Spoken with a plainness
Plain as I could tell
You took me to the pavement
Took me to myself
Locked me in a camera
Put me on a shelf
And when the word came along
And you felt it hit you wrong
And you knew you were better off
Cause later on, you know
it's ebb and flow
high and low; even though
I'd kill for something good
You know I would
Packing my momentos
Wading through the end times
Reading bout the enzymes
That brought us to our knees
Took us for a joyride
Took us for some fools
Took us for the good guys
Took up all the room
It's a long epilogue
And we knew it all along
And they thought that were forgot, but maybe not
It's ebb and flow, it's all we know
Even so, I'll tear myself from you
Because I have to
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Calabasas
03:20
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San Fernando, finders keepers
We'll all go in on a sleeper
And make the engine pull us into town
You stuff our cash beneath the mattress
While they bleed us out in Calabasas
Remember, it's our fault if we get down
And I know you took this route on purpose
Cause the architecture makes me nervous
Where buildings look like mirrors all around
We went to see the living statues
They lean so far and look right at you
We stood around to wait for them to fall
But oh, if you knew what to do
you'd be doing it
You're dressed just like your favorite painting
Standing still and entertaining
Hold your breath for hours at a time
You're sweating off that silver makeup
You better let it drip or you'll take a paycut
Watch it stain the sidewalk when it falls
Shave a street into a mountain
Chip a diamond from a square
Tell a rhombus to sit up straight
We're gonna build our city there
Oh, if we knew what to do
We'd be doing it
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Pocatello
04:56
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Splitting hairs
Over christenings and Baudelaire
Ten, eleven for the pair
Keep em honest
You shaved your head
So there's a lot to talk about, I guess
One summer to confess
One summer, underdressed for the notion
Say something
Hurry now, before it goes cursive in your head
In your bed turning mornings red
I never cared to get caught up in your affairs
I was only standing there
on the corner
And when you run, far away from something that you done
It's just like when you were young
and you're turning 21 in Pocatello
Say something
Hurry now, before it goes cursive in your head
In your bed turning mornings red
Tell that story once again
So it gets locked in my head
Staring hard, at that
karma darling carving on the wall
and after all, there ain't no point in keeping it together
Big and tall, up those monastery walls
How long til they fall
Won't you give me some good sense on the matter
Say something
Hurry now, before it goes cursive in your head
In your bed turning mornings red
There ain't no
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Telenovela
04:18
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Lying out on the tile
Naked in the sun
Laundry's on the railing drying
The telenovela is on
The chimneys look like model houses
Going up in smoke
Taking a walk to the supermarket
on sidewalks four centuries old
What do you look to the evening for
When the afternoon is so long
And I'm still bouncing off of the walls
Out of the house, down by the seawall
There's a wedding and the bride is late
Stick up your thumb for a ride form the village
Buy a bus ticket just in case
Call home on the telephone
Let all the world come back in
It wanders around on my eyelids at night
Begs me to come back again
Evening won't feel so bad when
The morning comes right along
But I'm still bouncing off of the walls
Walkin around with a broken smile
She loves Berlin in the fall
She's romping around in the history
Wandering through it all
They're watching, together, the telenovela
She shows him her favorite parts
She sings him all the songs that you taught her
She knows them all by heart
Tell me just what you're looking for
And why it's taking so long
Cause I'm still bouncing off of the walls
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Dogcatcher Chicago, Illinois
Dogcatcher is the songwriting project of Mitch McAndrew, Chicago-based Iowa expat. He is a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, and composer.
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