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inland empire
02:55
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this is my shield
a lace tattoo
on the nape of my neck still fairly new
I lost a bet
and followed a liar
to the inland empire
the fever came
here to san joaquin a fluttering moth
on a motel screen an endless stretch
of telephone wire
to the inland empire
they’ll be high as noon where the stallions run
stampede to their death in a race toward the sun
the white plains succumb to a chemical fire
of the inland empire
the bidding’s done
a gavel rests
a white man in black
a mahogany desk
his glasses sit low
on the edge of his nose
in the inland empire
shuffling down
the clanking of chains a tunnel of blue fluorescent haze
I lost a bet
followed a liar
to the inland empire
they’ll be high as noon where the stallions run
stampede to their death in a race toward the sun
the white plains succumb to a chemical fire
of the inland empire
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no room
03:31
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If there’s no room here for you
There’s no room here for me
Fingers crossed when I call your bluff
You will choose to be the way you once were
When you opened up to me
How long can mischief last
When the debts keep creeping in
You didn’t appear to have a care
When we first met skin to skin and I wore that sequin dress
You saw I was fabulous
No room, no room, no room
Projected on the wall
A picture without sound
What’s left of us colored dust
A reel of film unwound but there’s no room here
So don’t even try to call
No room, no room, no room
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on the 101
03:03
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hey neighbor
is your husband coming home hey neighbor
are his whereabouts unknown
and people like you should never be alone too long on the 101 01 01 01
on the 101 01 01 01
game player
charming widows door to door game player
always leave them wanting more
and people like you should never be alone too long on the 101 01 01 01
on the 101 01 01 01
helicopters drown the sound (there’s a game show on the tv) helicopters drown the sound
(in the San Fernando Valley)
manipulator
tell them what they want to hear manipulator
touch them without coming near
and people like you should never be alone too long on the 101 01 01 01
and people like you should never be alone too long on the 101 01 01 01
on the 101 01 01 01 (and people like you) on the 101 01 01 01
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no room (instrumental)
03:31
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theloverthekeeper Los Angeles, California
she remembers buying a tchotchke at his yard sale when he lived in dinkytown. they sat on a bouclé day bed in the grass and
admired the stitching on a tattered leather jacket.
he recalls visiting her apartment on an orange schwinn, left outside, unlocked. it was late morning. they talked about writing together years before they would.
the lover the keeper are kristin mooney and willie wisely.
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