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Skeletons
03:27
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Skeletons
(Jesse Payne)
I wish I could remember how to smile
Like I used to, or so my loved ones have said
I can see all the mist on the hilltops
Shining, from the lights on 20th Street.
I can feel I've already lost you
Yeah I know it by the way you say hello
Cause love's the touch, loves the slap across my face
It's the graveyard, I've buried all my skeletons in
We are tragic like our youth
We are tragic like our youth
We are tragic.
won't you march my body, march my body
march my body, march my body
up Morris Ave.
Love's the touch, love's the slap across my face
It's the graveyard I've buried all my skeletons in
We are tragic like our youth
We are tragic like our youth
We are tragic.
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Thief Among Us
04:15
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Thief Among Us
(Jesse Payne)
The parking lot is already empty
looks like everybody's gone
Thoughts, like bags, swirling in circles
in the spot where everybody was.
They've gone to the cemetery
to share drinks with friends
The wind whispers through the willows
It's sneaking in.
but there seems to be a thief among us
swimming around.
You're so uninvited, how the trees bend, how the trees bend
You've got me, oh the things you say
but there seems to be a thief among us
swimming around.
All the branches but one swing together
All the branches but one.
Everyday we get a little farther from
the ones that we love.
but there seems to be a thief among us
swimming around.
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Comfort There
03:06
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Comfort There
(Jesse Payne)
Follow me across the street
to your place
I've found comfort there
while you're away
You can run
until your bones
turn towards home
like a garden in the sun
All we need for sure
is home, home to cure
While you're away
You can run
until your bones
turn towards home
like a garden in the sun
Follow me across the street
to your place.
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Until The Roots Surface
03:24
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Until The Roots Surface
(Jesse Payne)
Hand me downs, like tailbones
blown speakers without a sound through headphones
Auditorium claps, predictions last
water that runs beneath the grass.
I don't want to climb your ladder
don't want to see London in June
You can't say there's nothing better
than sitting up drinking
But you won't take pride in our disregard
help us up though we failed you all
Loose leaf, apologies
of different times we used to know
I don't want to where your sweater
Barely together by a thread
You can't say there's nothing better
Than sitting up drinking with you
Hand me downs, like tailbones
blown speakers without a sound through headphones
Auditorium claps, predictions last
water that runs beneath the grass.
your ladder won't recline
you can't say there's nothing better
than sitting up drinking.....
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Jesse Payne Birmingham, Alabama
Jesse Payne describes his music as minimalist chamber folk or "post-folk" in the likes of Maps and Atlases, Akron/Family,Megafaun and Red House Painters. He has been featured in the Big Takeover Mag's top 40 alongside Band of Horses,Death Cab For Cutie and Willie Nelson& tours the USA. ... more
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