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Cat Scratches
03:40
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The great numbing is oncoming
The cold settles into the lines of her face
with each pulse, my heart is slowing
where where you yesterday?
won’t they declare a state of emergency
please don’t try to save me
don't send someone back for me
there’s too many cats, too many cat scratches
too much distance between us, you know we used to be close
who owns these cats, why so many scratches
naked and alone with all of these bad habits
Stone cold faces say we’re doing just fine
my own arms surround me I’m doing just fine
Stone cold faces say we’re doing just fine
my own arms surround me I’m doing just fine
there’s nowhere to turn, nowhere to run to
there’s nowhere to hide from myself
the cold’s getting in through closed windows
It’s not what’s out there that’ll kill us anyhow
the cat scratch kids take their uppers with their downers
mix it all up in their favorite kind of powder
found a good balance of powders pills and liquids
just enough that is won’t quite kill us, but it’ll be close
there’s too many cats, too many cat scratches
too much distance between us, you know we used to be close
who owns these cats, why so many scratches
naked and alone with all of these bad habits
Stone cold faces say we’re doing just fine
my own arms surround me I’m doing just fine
Stone cold faces say we’re doing just fine
my own arms surround me I’m doing just fine
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2. |
Self Portraits
03:30
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I used to write songs for girls with names from the 50’s
Now I like to pretend that the 50’s never happened
I used to spend my nights kissing clever girls with piercings
Now I think there are holes in whatever used to give me feelings
apathetic alcoholics are meeting just around the corner in every darkened bedroom (you’re not invited)
self loathing narcissists create fucked up dot-to-dot pictures out of their features
making self portraits
we’re all pretty lost in this world you know
I think our mediocrity is starting to show.
There was a time when I thought summer was never coming,
but then summer came and swept us apart.
I used to get so lost in your eyes and subtle insults,
now all that’s left is your sock in my drawer,
what was it for, what was it for?
apathetic alcoholics are meeting just around the corner in every darkened bedroom (you’re not invited)
self loathing narcissists create fucked up dot-to-dot pictures out of their features
making self portraits
we’re all pretty lost in this world you know
I think our mediocrity is starting to show.
You borrowed so many of my short stories,
now I don’t know what to talk about when we talk about love
you took all of the best bits of me,
and you didn’t even touch them you just locked them up.
apathetic alcoholics are meeting just around the corner in every darkened bedroom (you’re not invited)
self loathing narcissists create fucked up dot-to-dot pictures out of their features
making self portraits
we’re all pretty lost in this world you know
I think our mediocrity is starting to show.
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3. |
Awkward Phase
02:44
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it’s all building up inside of me
the tectonic plates are shifting
bukowski talked of bluebirds
but I’d say he was too optimistic
tonight I want to know what you’re thinking
as you sit there drinking
you know that’s my go to move
when I don’t know what to do. don’t know what to do. don’t know what to do.
you wanted me to write you love songs
well now I’ve written an album full
would it be enough to make you listen?
If I told you I’ve been drinking.
there’s poison in my bloodstream, poison in my veins
seems like strange way to stay entertained
I think I met you at an awkward phase
and tonight the only word on my lips is your name.
beware the girls with 50’s housewife names
and drawers full of codeine
it took losing you, to find myself
and finding this to get so fucking down.
what the fuck were you thinking?
you know that I’ve been drinking
but I’m serious and i’m alone
I'm such a hopeless romantic
it would be nice to go out dancin’
there’s poison in my bloodstream, poison in my veins
seems like strange way to stay entertained
you met me in an awkward phase
and tonight the only word on my lips is your name.
there’s poison in my bloodstream, poison in my veins
seems like strange way to stay entertained
I think I met you at an awkward stage
and tonight the only word on my lips is your name.
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4. |
Cowboy Love Songs
03:01
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Summer is coming, summer is on it’s way
I can smell it on your breath and see it in the steps you take
summer is coming, summer is on it’s way
and I’m ready for what comes next.
This year has brought me down, lower than before
I been staring in the mirror, confused and without know-
ing who that bastard is glaring back at me
he looks like he don’t even know.
I’m pretty sure he don’t even know
The open road is waiting, there are mountains to be climbed
cities filled with the ramblings spilled out from my mind
I’m ready to go far from here, I ready for that long
ribbon of empty road
I need a new adventure, to see what lies around
the next curve of the river, or the comfort I have found
in the caress of a guitar, no women do abound
but I think I’m doing alright
yeah I’m pretty sure I’m doing just fine
I’m ready for this old highway,
so lets sing some cowboy love songs about the men we could have been
if we had tried a little harder, and not given up on them
those people we used to be
oh those people we used to be
The open road is waiting, there are mountains to be climbed
cities filled with the ramblings spilled out from my mind
I’m ready to go far from here, I ready for that long
ribbon of empty road
but just know that no matter what goes down along the way
there will always be
whiskey at the end of the day
and good company
whiskey at the end of the day
and good company
and I think that's all you need
I hope that's all you need
lord I'm praying that's all you need
cuz that's all that I got
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5. |
Won't Remind Me
03:56
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I walk head down in this gentle darkness and healing rain
hoping it can wash all of this rust away
i think it’s time to embrace the state of constant change
my world is melting into little streams
I’ll follow the water wherever it leads
it must go somewhere, far or near
someplace I’ll find something true
and it won’t remind me of you
I stopped taking pictures for awhile
I was too caught up in trying to make you smile
plus these nights would last forever I was sure
I wouldn’t need reminders of those perfect hours
so I have six photographs of you that I won’t delete from my phone
from river walks, and drunken nights and countless hours that we talked
of everything from drugs to scars and rings
and the human addiction to brief intimate knowing
I think you were briefly addicted to getting to know me
you left a permanent signature on my body
the perfect reminder of the ways you’ll always haunt me
are there now scars where there used to be scabs
on the tops of both of your feet.
my world is melting into little streams
i’ll follow the water wherever it leads
it must go somewhere, far or near
someplace I’ll find something true
and it won’t remind me of you
I walk head down in this gentle darkness and healing rain
hoping it can wash all of this rust away
i think it’s time to embrace the state of constant change
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Nathan Snow Missoula, montana
Music in the summertime, college in the fall.
Currently working on a full-length, full- band album.
Based out of Missoula, MT.
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