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Lyrics

“Good Man”
Lyrics: Senft (2009)

She’s walking like the devil went the other way
Walking like she don’t care anyway
Watch her, how she gives herself another day to rest
Say nothing of the trouble she’s in
Nothing of the places she’s been
Only watch her, how she sets the wind on fire

When she says
“Good man, follow where I go
A hundred miles below, honey“
And you’re out the door

Standing by yourself in the cold
Thinking that you’re suddenly too old
To wake up in a story that you never told someone
But still you’re in a still-life she’s drawn
And it’s nothing like the places she’s gone
And you’re hanging by the line that she’s walking on

And she says
“Good man, follow where I go
A hundred miles below, honey
You could be a good man, faithful, on your knees
But I left you hard to please, honey“
And you’re out the door

Taking on a free man’s appeal
Taking on a better man’s feel
Never been a soul didn’t make a one-way deal
Brother, make a wise man out of me
Tell me how it ain’t how it ought to be
It’s just another devil and another deep blue sea…

“Good man, follow where I go
A hundred miles below, honey“
Maybe I could be a good man, faithful, on my knees
But you left me hard to please, honey… and I’m out the door

“Surround”
Lyrics: Senft (2009)

I don’t care for you informing me of gospel I didn’t know of
Thinking bless my soul, I lost my hold on every wishbone I let go of
I hope your good things said have nothing to do with the distance
I’m standing right next to you
But I’m not there inside your semicircular view

Oh, I guess I said too much too late
And you don’t feel it

So hear me now, give me once around
Hear me out, I surround, I surround

Understand, I’m heart in hand, and I am holding out to be shaken
Hoping with good things said I’ve nothing to lose
But you never looked at the lines
Too worried I’m in the words, inside your semicircle again

Oh, I guess I said too much too late
And you don’t feel it

So hear me now, give me once around
Hear me out, I surround, I surround

I don’t care for you informing me
Thinking bless my soul I lost my hold
Tell me good things, good things
Tell me good things, good things
I said too much too late, and you don’t feel it

So hear me now, give me once around
Hear me out, I surround, I surround

“Malea”
Lyrics: Paseltiner (2010)

Cut to the chase
Nothing ever happens
We are caught, we are fixated, we are carried away
We wake in our sleep
With voices in the attic
When we walk, we have forgotten about the doves at our feet

I would have given everything I had to save it
I would have given everything I had to try

“Run away, run away with me“
You lean close, the way you used to
“Oh, do you think I would go as far as Malea?” you’d say
Pick up an accent I can’t understand
But you’ve got a voice that could take a man
Pardon all the guessing, I can’t remember your name

I would have given everything I had to save it
I would have given everything I had to try

As ways to go go I wouldn’t have thought it would end like this
Things I did yesterday I’ll do tomorrow again and again
As ways to go go go go go go go…

I would have given everything I had to save it
I would have given everything I had to try

“The Catbird Seat”
Lyrics: Senft (2009)

Here I am now
It took some time to come around
Sometimes I think it took me down
Sometimes I think

In the catbird seat
The only trees were on my street
The only step was at my door
Into a city I stood for

Here I have been
This view with a room and a stupid grin
Not fit to choose which shoes to fit in
Not fit to choose

Here I have found
That you can sink on solid ground
And words like that don’t make a sound
When something looks sturdy

In the catbird seat
The only shoes were on my feet
In them I walked Mass Avenue
Street-wise and see-through

By you I swore
By the light or the way you wore it
Now instead I swear I’m over it

In the catbird seat
The only dreams were in my sleep
And all the things I ever owned
Were in boxes I borrowed

“All That Wrong”
Lyrics: Senft (2009)

How we do always go along
Apple-ing pears and so on
It’s troubling
How I make mistakes for you

One more word is all I have to say
Oh my God, I did it anyway
And it’s troubling
How I make mistakes for you

But I wasn’t all that wrong

“In The Morning”
Lyrics: Mitchell, Mukharji, Senft (2009)

Give me a leaf in a condiment jar
Fill it with well water
My feet and my head
Tucked in and wet
Beneath a plate of shale bone

I liked it and I’d do it again
To be a turtle and a mayonnaise-magnet
The world is quick and I’m a coward, boy
So I’ll see you in the morning

Give me a corner of the third drawer down
Or hang me up from the mantle
There’s not a foot (naught afoot?) in this place
But I’ve got plenty of space
Somewhere there’s another

I liked it and I’d do it again
To be a sock and made of polyester
But nothing’s easier than wearing me out
So I’ll see you in the morning

Give me a plot and I’ll tell you a story
About the trials of birds and beavers
The hammock swings
I count my rings and my roots
In your backyard

I liked it and I’d do it again
To be a tree and a canine kickstand
Everyone’s a user and I can’t say “no“
So I’ll see you in the morning