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Make Love, Not Excuses
02:40
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if you're too scared to make love, I'm sorry
it's terrifying to me, too
but I don't keep living so I can keep thinking about doing what I wanna do
oh I'm a coward for plenty
no, I don't like to get high
but I won't let love hold me down now
I'm riding love up to the sky
I don't want your mean love, your sad love, your blue love
I don't want your bad love, now
I just want your red blood, your real love, your good love
I just want your brave love, now
so stay here tonight, you big baby
do just what's frightening you
my house is full and I'm aching to make some big lightning with you
so stay here tonight, baby
so I can make lightning with you
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It's For You, Again
01:53
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I really like you
I really do
I'd pack up all my things and I'd take em to you
it don't have to do with love to be true
you don't say you love me
you say "I believe in you"
I can't wait to see you
and talk to you, too
you're somebody's favorite
you're my favorite, too
I think I love you
no, I know I do
I got a reputation
and I can't keep telling you
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pull me while I push away
find me though losing's your art
call me at the end of the day
kiss me while you break my heart
mean it when you tell me a lie
need me when we are apart
laugh while I try not to cry
kiss me while you break my heart
clap for this one-woman-show
finish what you'll never start
hold me while I let you go
kiss me while you break my heart
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Johnny
03:05
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Johnny I could make you happy
Johnny I sure wanna try
tell me you're not getting married
tell me you're saying goodbye
look how I live in your world now
Johnny I don't ask for much
I keep my distance I know how
it feels every time we don't touch
thank god I'm wearing my glasses
I need some way to hide
I need something between us
when you get that look in your eye
thank god I don't know your number
I only know your name
I'm young and you do love her
Johnny - it's better this way
Johnny I could bring you trouble
what would people say
Johnny I could be your lover
Johnny I can start today
lightning's lit me already
thunder's too far off to hear
don't worry, I'll play the heavy
now keep saying things in my ear
thank god I haven't been drinking
thank god it's not a full moon
we've got no business being
the only ones in the room
thank god I don't know your number
I only know your name
I'm young and you do love her
Johnny - it's better this way
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Peter Pan
02:35
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don't know where to find you now, couldn't if I tried
I knew you in the summertime, I took you for a ride
every afternoon we'd lean into a moving room
you took me for a drive one night, I took you to the moon
Ichabod, with dark brown eyes, and smoke was in the air
I watched you do that thing, that thing where you would muss your hair
before work and after work, just learning how to be
alive and well in one another's heavy company
you made me lunch, you liked me drunk, you liked to show up late
walking home, a little stoned, the shadow that we make
white sundress, in the basement you taught me how to breathe
now here I am, my Peter Pan, deciding when to leave
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Louise
03:47
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when one of 'em's cryin the other is tryin her best for the both of 'em
they learned how to run and to fire their guns and to drive like the devil is chasin em
all the men in America want a leggy woman
even better if her hair is red and there are two of em
if I ever end up a killer, I hope that I'll be like Louise
she didn't take lightly the end of a life, she just had no use for the police
I don't have guns or any husbands but suddenly I've gotta go
buy an old thunderbird, cut the sleeves off my shirt, and haul ass to Mexico
all the men in America want a leggy woman
even better if her hair is red and there are two of em
nothin better than warm weather, the open road, and me and you
nothin better than warm weather, the open road, and me and you
all the men in America want a leggy woman
even better if her hair is red and there are two of em
two of em
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Blackberry Blues
01:17
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Got berry blood on my fingers, I got your son in my eyes
I made him much too important, now only he can make me cry
Gray must be his color; he's got a real sad kind of shine
What kind of mother raised this friend of mine?
Said he couldn't be my lover, something about the time
I liked to pass mine with him; he liked to pass me by
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Rebecca Marcyes California
Poet/attorney/wit Rebecca Marcyes has been singing since the beginning. Making music draws her in and out of herself in equal measure. A founding member of music collective Splendor All Around, she has performed with associates Molly Sarlé, Skyway Man, Mikayla McVey, and Pancho Morris. Inspired by the absurd, the quotidian, and expressive acts, she relies on melodies and rhythm to get through. ... more
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