1. |
Tame Tongue
06:47
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Oh, Massachusetts let go of me
I cannot give you what you gave me
I cry out, “You don’t let me sleep anymore.”
I cry out, “O, don’t let me sleep anymore.”
Oh, Carolina spill out of me
like feathers from a dying headdress
Your water is sleeping in my blood
Your water is coming out my face
No one was there to tell me
no one was there to tell me to tame my tongue
I didn’t have the nerve to tell you
when I woke in Bushwick I woke up wrong
I had this dream, I’ll tell you now,
that I was counting the freckles on your nose
And the next day I saw your ghost
with skin as white as cocaine on the bathtub rim
Oh, Carolina say you love me
like when I told you all my secrets
I cry out, “O, this is why my heart skips a beat.”
I cry out, “O, this is why my heart is weak.”
The whole wide world’s an addict
The whole wide world’s an addict
and it bummed my last gasp of breath
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2. |
I Won't Go Back There
03:05
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I lost my room key in a bottle of whiskey
It took me 48 hours to learn how to swim for them
4:34 in the morning, I was thinking of you even then
I lost my temper in the upbound elevator
It took me beating my fists against the walls
But I don’t feel bad at all
I won’t go back there
I lost my mind in a chair by the fireside
It took me 24 hours to realize that I liked it that way
Already coarse and non-believing, nothing left for me to say
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3. |
Never Been a Friend
03:53
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Never been a friend
I was always trying to be a lover
It took a lot of time
to break it off and find another
Never been a friend
Everyone is too beautiful
I got to latch latch latch my heart to gold
so I can be beautiful too
The truth is I’m scared to really love you
'cause I change and grow cold
But I’d do it always if I had to
I’m biting callouses off my fingers
Oral fixation maybe I tear myself apart so I don’t have to remember
how I try and forget all the things that made me into who I am today
Teach me to celebrate, teach me to celebrate
Got a rash on my skin
I don’t know where it came from
Trouble swallowing
Something to do with where I came from
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4. |
Blood Money
03:16
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The IV drip in my brain will tell me it’s okay
in the same strange way the plastic mask on her face
is hiding from me the eyes underneath that number all my days
And I cannot stay this way says the boy inside of me
because this edge is too high for me to live comfortably
Call me a writer, you know I want to hear it
This air is thin enough for me breathe
I’ll be what is
What is the hurry
My fist won’t shake the frame
We’re blood money
So I’ll bet we’ll play the game
And even on those famous nights, we knew the sun would always rise
try to find white lies, remind us all of our demise
I’m not above you, I’m way down underneath you
'cause thinking this way has made me blind
Doomed to repeat myself until I get over this
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5. |
No Late Nights
03:37
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By myself, I can’t feel no more
By myself, I can’t heal no more
All the greats, they lived in their cars
So I can’t wait to leave your arms
Yeah, I guess I have my dad’s disease
But he’s married now he says “no late nights please”
By myself, I forget all that I have
Feeling anxious, possessed by all the bad
Anti-materialistic state of mind
By myself, I’m running out of time
Yeah, I guess I got my mom’s disease
But she’s married now, she gets the love she needs
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I threw beer bottles into the fence of my old backyard
My daddy drank them so I will break them into tiny shards
Just wanted a reason to use my hands and watch something fall apart
Now we got a few cans, let's go the golf course- watch our new lives start
You should always know that I'm here
Sitting on the ground
With fear from ear to ear
I'm not fooling around
Take me downtown
Take me to the man who said
"Vote Republican or get the fuck out"
I swear I'm a bird in this world of devouts
I have this dream I stand up the people in front of a crowd
Some celestial gesture, I am your God, my voice is complacent and loud
I wake up in sweat, my body is crying- that's not what you are
Screaming at nothing, listen to nothing, they tell me "You'll go far"
There's too much around me
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7. |
Catechism
03:47
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Give me this catechism
Give me this dark depression
Give me fetal position
Living without is out of the question
Sit back bare neck and chipper
Don’t speak of the lies you tell yourself
Acquire a taste for liquor
You’re living a lie and you’re living it well
Empty it and follow through
Who are they to preach to you?
An empty pit that follows through
It’s what they want from you
You can’t say you never knew
Give me selfish religion
Give me a winning smile
Give me a disposition
uninvolved with staving off the mind
You sit back bare neck and chipper
You run off and hide
Coffee and cigarettes as prized possessions,
you’re just trying it on for size
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8. |
Secondary Insomnia
03:17
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My extremities are extremely cold
but I love this place and I hope this place loves me
Hope the cold loves me
But this heart of mine has caught a chill
I'm tired now, I'm no good company
There's anger underneath
In my dreams, I play Casanova
I see her in the streets and so I pull over
I don't know what it means
But all the time I lose my mind
I think next time I won't find it again
I find I'm blind, genetic ties
get me high until my end
My reality is written out in a bank account
and the prophets of my dreams
Hope the dreams aren't me
There's people there I've left behind
and the pain I think I caused is haunting me
There's the fear of the unseen
But in my dreams, I play Casanova
Sick romantic feats can never heal over
the ones who saw me change
But I'll admit I had some fun
fucking you over
For a second there, it felt like nothing really changed at all
You can't blame me for loving you
so blame me for not loving myself
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My mother keeps getting tattoos
She puts her body to good use
For every bird that's on her skin
There is a message deep within
She knows that one day her skin will all fall off
and she knows that the snakes will bite her ankles
She is not afraid to die
She is not
I think my dad is getting sued
He didn't tell me that big news
For every humble move he makes
There is a lesson he creates
He knows that one day his teeth will all fall out
And he can't take the Greyhound bus to Tampa
He is not afraid to die
He is not
For the first time I saw past the ceiling
I was birthed from sheets like resurrection fern
The blankets rose from me and took the feeling
of everything I've ever learned
I am so afraid to die
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10. |
Glass Tables
07:18
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I used to be beautiful
but now I'm a gun
Shooting at glass tables
and then looking
at the damage I've done
It's like back in the swamp
when I was a kid
We'd jump into the mud
for just the hell of it
and ruin our khaki shorts
for school the next day
But now there's no mothers
to wash the stains away
And I will be forever sorry
if I can't live while I can
I used to be elegant
but now I'm a man
Filling the hole in my chest
with my fair share of poison
You know I get my peace of mind
wherever I can
It's like back in the swamp
when I was a kid
Getting as close as we could to the spider
without touching it
I ruin my sense of worth with every day
for this is the human catechism
together we pray
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COYOTE HOTLINE Boston, Massachusetts
Coyote Hotline is the solo project of 21-year-old multi-instrumentalist Graham Crolley.
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