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I’ve Been Here Before

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BACKHAND

(k. wild, j, tubeszewski, m. sinnen, k. sonnleitner)

I was born in a hospital
That no longer stands
In a town that used to know me
Like the back of its hand
Between the wide throat sky
And the hot desert sand
To the brain of a woman and the heart of a man

I’ve been walking through your valley and i wear my bullets well
I learned to shimmy to the echo of the tolling bell
Never thought that i would be caught dead again inside this place
Watch your head ‘cause i’m feeling taller than usual today

You wanna dance with me at the end of the plank?
Don’t blame me if you lose your place
Don’t dance with me ‘cause i can see your knees shake
Can i help it if i’m the friend your mama told you not to make

I was born in a hospital
Just outside the promised land
I was raised by a woman and the back of a hand
I hold it in like a bad joke
Between the fire and frying pan
And i run for as far and as long as i can

You wanna dance with me at the end of the plank?
Don’t blame me if you lose your place
Don’t dance with me ‘cause i can see your knees shake
Can i help it if i’m the friend your mama told you not to make

 

OLD MAN

(k. wild, j, tubeszewski, m. sinnen)

Old man winter’s got a fist around the corner and a whistle sharp as whiskey in his teeth
Midwest snow boot stomp at the door with a rattle in his cough
Under foggy glasses in for tea

Woah i’m so cold
Ain’t he got no love for me
So pour me a shot of that old wisconsin remedy

Nothing of the white hot summers outside could prepare us once again for the brick and mortar comedown
Stubborn in the crispy air we sit and swear like fuck, the years are getting shorter somehow

Woah i’m so cold
Don’t he remember me
So pour me a shot of that old wisconsin remedy
Old man winter’s gone as randy as a goat
Underneath my winter coat he’s copping a feel
He’ll turn your eyes to the setting sun and your bones to steel
Another silent night from the blinding white is born
My baby rocks me like a house but she keeps me warm
Singing to me sweetly ‘bout shelter from the storm

BLACK SMOKE

(k. wild, j, tubeszewski, m. sinnen)

You’ve got me wrapped ‘round your finger
And I’ve got you wrapped ‘round my throat
You ain’t got no filter
And I breathe that thick black smoke

You fill me but I refuse to choke
When you see me shake my hips
What will you do
I’m gonna paint this town as red as my lips
But not for you

My love is biting its nails
And tapping it’s toes
But that’s how it goes
You rub shoulders then go to sleep alone

When you see me shake my hips
What you gonna you do
I’m gonna paint this town as red as my lips
But not for you
If I’m not the only one you want around
Don’t call my telephone
Right where you made me break down
You know I made my home

REVERSE

(k. wild, j, tubeszewski)

Your name is boiling in my gut
And i’m afraid the wind will catch it if i burst
And then you’d hear it and come running
Or you wouldn’t
I don’t know which one is worse
When your eyes are in the room
My blood runs through the seasons in reverse

I wish that i could drop myself
Just to watch a million pieces crash
But no matter how steep or high the shelf
I always seem to make the catch
So i beat a million fists
Against the sleeping earth
Then I walk a million aching steps
To crouch again upon a secret perch

I was the broken one
In love with the wind
Through the glass
Watch the leaves and the room spin

We only ever tried to make a home
And the toes on her feet curl
Now i sweat into the sheets
For a manic pixie dream girl
Darling it’s been many moons
You’ll have to let me catch my breath first
‘cause when your eyes are in the room
My blood runs through the seasons in reverse

THE JUMP

(k. wild, j, tubeszewski, m. sinnen, k. sonnleitner)

Grey skies
Greet me with a kiss
Touch me
Everywhere he did

Sunlight
Walk me through this now
I’ve been here before
But i don’t remember how

Do you know the way
I’m asking for a friend
Why does your last call
Share blood with my amen

This is the cut before the blood
This is the rush before the flood
This is the nudge before the bump
These are the guts before the jump

I’ve got a dead phone in my pocket
And a shovel in my hand
How long have i been out here
Digging in the sand

This is the cut before the blood
This is the rush before the flood
This is the nudge before the bump
These are the guts before the jump