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Cheek to Cheek
03:42
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You want a treat
wanna find unknown things
sweat from your mouth
saliva drippings
you wanna lecture
pour all that fluid out
a throat for a urethra
uti-ed, antibiotic shot
Look at them closely
do they hold all the answers?
fast forward them slowly
are they acting or just a fractal?
Does not give them the right to be mean to me
they think they're old, but they'll never succeed
I'll live faster
You'll love longer
I'll miss you more
We'll be careful
Appetite for nothing simple
I'm always gonna feel weak
Cheek to cheek
Look at him closely
does he want all the answers?
will you fall for his story?
wise or is he just weathered?
Does not give him the right to be mean to me
he thinks he's been there, but it's very unlikely
does not give him the right to be mean to me
anticipating, i'm like that don't ya see...
I'll want more
you'll love better
closer now, turn your head, warm my nose,
baby, sigh for me sigh for me
I'm always gonna feel weak
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2. |
Hi
00:29
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3. |
Distance
03:35
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through the window sill, he'll show you crass appeal
like the spinning wheel of a ship that carries a burden
three or two-fold years, we'd sail until the fog clears
around the peaks, we would gather our opinions
it's really really quite, simple...
when you're obsessing over a before & after picture
what is a replacement...
when nothings gone, when nothings wrong
i won't let you predict my, future
it's really really quite simple–
but two versions of old can make this very very difficult
my skins already red, but still i'd paint myself
to match to wash & look like you... and see myself...
through the window sill, she'll show you crass appeal
like a spinning wheel, of a deal that traffics your burden
i'd have one more night, surprisingly clandestine
for indulgence gave birth to our, distance
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4. |
Of Course
03:37
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stilted fate & rain of endures so much possibilities
can of olive, peach, butterscotch melodies
how can you be...
such a beastly animal? fall. geronimo.
onto those, lips so soft– though i can't breathe
of course...
remember much of red & black (that's dried red, and it intensifies)
forgotten necklace, calling running back to you. hope you remember too, and my...
pleated monologue. short and accented.
"did you make it up?"
"yes of course... of course, silly."
sticky. tricky. conversation.
risky. picky. connotation.
such a fascination, feelings right down to my feet to my–
dreary invitation– that was denied. of course.
such a suspicion. instincts comb through my hair, however, possible
this was. it was. it is. that is. that was.
of course
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5. |
Unless
02:34
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bouncing through the air, it's almost criminal, (to) face the walls of timeless fury
with synthetic fog & cosmic principles, my endeavors will be granted
oh say no. you've got a rag, don't be sad. just throw it on the floor
oh but you're so thirsty. well, that's too bad.
of say yes. guess who's calling, guess who's running... running after you
i'm not impressed... unless... i'm...
bouncing through the air, it's all subliminal, speak the words of hopeless fury
with synthetic fun, the fun you wish you were, when you're six-less substance
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fairy-godmother of what sweet surprise
you've got a long wand, but no determination in your eyes
you've heard my sad calling, you've seen my demise
now help me dear fairy and please sympathize
oh daddy daddy, i can't chop this here wood
my legs are so tired, and my arm is no good
oh don't walk away, you've misunderstood
now please come back & do what you should
so so so my new record player goes
i don't even know whose my friend or foe
go go go my pi-no-chi-o
you lie lie to me, and now look at it grow
pull up your anchor and sail to the shore
cuz boy you know that i don't want your (bullshit) no more
where is my smiling, the joy i had before?
everything changed when you walked through my door
throw throw throw you out of my window
"you should have done this long ago..."
snow snow snow can't trust cupid’s bow
thoughts are high and low, we dance heel to toe
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7. |
(We Come For) Lunch
02:25
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we come for lunch, it's the customary voluptuous scrunch
hunch and munch, whole bunch
wasting time, got my hand on the chime
the words & the rhyme
(there's) a grin on my face
i feel out of place because
nobody seems like they're my friend - my friend.
and true this my sorrow will never end.
ticket (picket) line inches from rain
crowding up memory lane
someone is pulling the chain
and all we can do is complain (mmm)
we come for lunch, it's your seventh ladling of fruit punch, ice crunch! whole bunch.
wasting time, got my hand on the dime
a nursery rhyme
and it starts with once upon a time, ya.
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8. |
You Keep Me Like This
05:10
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Certainly at best, there’s no giving in
You spent all your luck on the mystery
and now you’re here so soon
i suppose it’s
quite confusing
when we chose whither, we bloomed
Fortunately, we ended up with a product
likewise, we ended up with something we’re proud of
i don’t know exactly what you are into
i don’t know if we even should continue
it’s just the things that make us whole, yet make us different
it signifies the
interesting oversight
of the best and worst of the best
Who keeps you like this? in these highs and states of momentary bliss?
what keeps you clever, will keep, you most likely, forever
Man, I’m changing, I’m not relating, to this or anything,
I get it, everything is cheesy, I accept it
You think everything’s your fault
But you don’t even have a single bad thought
it’s our job to get soaked in the ridiculous
It’s our time to be inconclusive hedonists
I don’t care exactly what you are into
I don’t care just as long as it’s meaningful
So, certainly at worst, i find myself witnessing
over and over again and asking
listen
everyone
i know you’ve had fun
So, let me tell you that it’s just begun
you think it’s ending, ya
the ory bory is biting it’s ass again, and again and again
You keep me like this, in these highs and states of momentary bliss
You keep me clever, from me to you, forever
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9. |
Mine
03:04
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10. |
Put It With Mine
02:54
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why does this heart ache grow when i can't see the sun?
how come the dark births my sadness?
listen to me when i call out your name...
listen to me when i need some light again...
where did the smiles come from when they were formed in the night?
do they all reappear before the morning twilight?
we stand there dignified, looking all cross-eyed...
a signed name on a line feeling justified
put it with mine, put it with mine
put it with mine, put it with mine
you can be so damn passive and especially inert
putting your face in your hands to hide that sweet white delicate smile of yours
so simple & yet so intriguing
i figured it out when i rewound it to the beginning
my two odd friends... are growing old
put it with mine, put it with mine
put it with mine, put it with mine
put it with mine, put it with mine
put it with mine, put it with mine.
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Nahneen Kula Los Angeles, California
Nahneen Kula blends organic and electronic instrumentation with samples and the vocals of it’s namesake singer, guitarist,
and producer Charlene Gibbs, to create an ethereal mixture of experimental pop.
Her debut LP release, "Put It With Mine", is an ode to unconventional friendships and farewells, revealing the present-day idealizations of compositions and recordings of Kula's past.
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