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I still believe in ghosts
I still sleep with my eyes half closed
In the night I can't pull apart
real from dream
I ran as fast as I could
As brave as a babe in the woods
Slipping up and suspecting I should
Have stayed in bed
Bumming change from rest stations
Kissing strangers and keeping it in
Coming up on dead ends
Over and over and over again
I still believe in ghosts
I still sleep with my eyes half closed
In the night I can't pull apart
Real from dream
I see the endless white
The highway fluorescent light
The ghost of that little room
Is haunting me
Somehow wound up on a beach
You and me and a dog at our feet
Constellations we can't keep
Quiet us
Pull over I'm taking it in
How'd I get here and where have I been
Tell me you'll never leave me in
The dust...
I still believe in ghosts
I still sleep with my eyes half closed
In the night I can't pull apart
Real from dream
I see the endless white
The highway fluorescent light
The ghost of that little room
Is haunting me
I still believe in ghosts
I still believe in ghosts
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Virginia
03:23
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Eye on the highway
Hand in the air
Why am I sitting on a white-washed deck
In the middle of nowhere
Where the a/c's blaring
There's a pool in the backyard
I know I should be happy for the money
But I only want to come back home
I used to doll myself up to please you
I used to love to play that part
But I don't recognize myself lately
I've gone and played all my cards
The second I could drive
I was gone like a light
I learned how to sing in my dad's corolla
In the middle of the night
On the back roads
Of Virginia
Running round and spinning out
Like a satellite
I used to doll myself up to please you
I used to love to play that part
But I don't recognize myself lately
I've gone and played all my cards
Met my father
At a diner
He asked me
If I was changing
I wish I hadn't
Laughed that off
I used to doll myself up to please you
I used to love to play that part
But I don't recognize myself lately
I've gone and played all my cards
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Strange Love
03:10
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She told me she couldn't love me,
She couldn't love anyone.
I thought if I loved her harder,
She wouldn't take off and run.
Flashback to that summer
When we were playing with fire.
Should have known that you were foolish,
That you were only a child.
Strange Love
Strange Love
You got me down on my knees,
Begging you for mercy.
When making love was so easy,
You got caught in my head
You said you make no promise
But then I loved you instead
I miss the way we made music
And then we laid in the grass.
If only music were stronger,
Maybe this love could last.
Strange Love
Strange Love
You got me down on my knees,
Begging you for mercy
Strange Love be patient, be kind
'Cause you are a madness on my mind,
Strange Love be mine.
Strange Love
Strange Love
Strange Love
You got me down on my knees,
Begging you for
Strange Love
Strange Love
You got me down on my knees,
Begging you for mercy.
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Quiet Year
03:44
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My jaw had fallen on the floor
Your voice was spinning in my ear and
Bob Dylan's on the record player
But I couldn't say a word
No I couldn't say a word
Wrapped you around me like a glove
The sculpture garden in the morning and
I wondered why you left me in your bed
But I couldn't say a word
No I couldn't say a word
Quiet Year
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
You brought me down
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
I swear I watched you disappear
I had the dream about your mom
And we don't talk about the voices in your head 'cause
I couldn't say a word, no
I couldn't say a word, no
I couldn't say...
Quiet Year
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
You brought me down
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
If I could sing again
If I could sing again
Would it be enough
If I could tell you to stay
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
You brought me down
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
Quiet Year
You brought me down
You brought me down
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Lord Buy Me
03:15
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Ooh baby when you look so fine
Ooh baby when you look so fine
The sun is hanging high
We're just scraping by
We don't have nothing but the summer air
Ooh baby when you look so fine
Ooh baby when you look so fine
The well is all dried up
No coffee in my cup
We don't have nothing but the summer air
Lord Buy Me something
Lord Buy Me something to feed my tired bones
You've been throwing sticks and stones
Ooh baby when you look so fine
Ooh baby when you look so fine
The sweat and blood we gave 'cause
We thought God could save us
Don't have nothing but the summer air
Now the field is ripe for rain
Not feeling any pain
I don't feel nothing but the summer air
Lord buy me something
Lord buy me something to feed my tired bones
You've been throwing sticks and stones
If I were a bird I'd fly away from here
You and I we'd be alright
We could love another day
If I were a bird I'd fly away from here
You and I we'd be alright
We could love another day
No endless debts no bills to pay
Lord buy me something
Lord buy me something to feed my tired bones
You've been throwing sticks and stones
Lord buy me something
Lord buy me something to feed my tired bones
You've been throwing sticks and stones
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Letting You Go
03:56
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I showed up late to Megan's show
I almost didn't make it but I rallied to go
Music was the only thing holding me up and
I've been having a hard time
My drummer friend was there inside
He shouted something I got tongue-tied
Danced to the music but I wanted to cry oh
I've been having a hard time
Letting You Go
Letting You Go
I drove my mother's car upstate
I thought I saw you on the interstate
I kept you for another day
I spread you out, I sped away
I saw the things I couldn't shake
The light reflected on the lake
I dove in, I washed off that place
Letting You Go
Letting You Go
All the rest in a box in a room
All the signs and the statues that point to you
You and I built a monument
But I'm forgetting your voice's tune
Letting You Go
Letting You Go
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Hudson
03:51
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I was standing on a ledge
Just like a movie
Called you, made you come back
To the city
And I could hear the Hudson singing
Underneath me
She said, Baby
You should go back to bed
Turned around on 95
Do you remember?
Gave me all of your attention
That December
And just when I began to feel
A little better
That old madness got ahold of you instead
Oh how I hate to see you go
But I'll be waiting eagerly
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
Met a painter down in Brooklyn at a party
Couldn't wait to get her home and see her body
She said she wants me
I said, Honey I'm so sorry
I'll only hurt you
I still love somebody
Oh how I hate to be alone
But I'll be waiting eagerly For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
For you to come home
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Elizabeth Wyld New York, New York
Elizabeth Wyld is an indie-folk singer and songwriter from rural Virginia. Queer identifying, many of her cosmic confessionals deal with identity and lust and growing up gay in rural America. "Her trembling vocals range from enticing murmurs to emotional bursts to convey unfeigned lyrics." - Forbes; Her first album Quiet Year debuted in May 2021. ... more
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