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Good Long Last Look
04:33
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Day to day déjà vu
Nuance of a new moon
It’s all over and understood
So far gone, gone for good
Fifth of whiskey, Fourth of July
Filing for divorce Friday night
I could sense something wasn’t right
You didn’t have to say a thing
I could see it in your eyes
But once upon a time
We were young and you were mine
I’ve got a photographic memory
A past life, a Pontiac passenger seat
So let me get a good long last look at you
Is that too much to ask?
Little too late little lady
I’ve always complicated things
Make my living, living in the past
Just like last night or the night before last
But that was some first summer
Couple of star-crossed lovers
in my step-brother’s car
Rosary on the rearview mirror
Where I watched you reapplying
Your mascara
So I could get a good long last look at you
Is that too much to ask?
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2. |
Born to Run and Hide
03:57
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Swear it ain’t my fault, but I’ll take the heat
Blood, sweat & Sunset Boulevard. Vine St.
Spent the afternoon acting the fool in the Hollywood
I couldn’t stand the waiting room of the Planned Parenthood
Once bitten, twice shy
Unwritten twilight
I was born to run
I was born to hide
I was born to run
I was born to die
Now I don’t mind being reminded
Woman, I meant it all, more or less
I was a nervous wreck, for the record
Running in place retracing my steps
I guess I’ll never learn my lessons
I’m always leaving loose ends
Baby we were...
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3. |
No Show
03:09
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Don’t let me let you down
(I’m a)no show, you should know by now
But I’ll just adjust to missing you,
wanderlust and trust issues
Nothing to prove, through pretending
and falling in love under false pretenses
Prone to prolong and procrastinate
I’ll probably never get my priorities straight
I’ll miss my friend the most
My morning routine, more recently
Two months with your toothbrush torturing me
Your lavender leave-in conditioner
Last year’s lunar calendar
I’ll miss my friend the most
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4. |
A View of You
03:51
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So far, so good
So good, so far
So understood, so in the cards darlin'
So well put, so on par
So damn dear to my heart
We're a bright bouquet
we're birthday cake
We're a holiday, we're a hit parade honey
We're the needle and thread
We're the sheets, we're the bed
If I've seen better days
I don't believe 'em
A view of you
A veils been lifted
So I'll cut loose like a newly wed
The cold hard truth, it gets so twisted
A view of you
We're the wine, we're the grape
The primer and paint
Painstakingly purring like a kitten
Mama Wolf in the womb
Caterpillar and cocoon
You better believe we are the butterfly baby
A view of you
The path of least resistance
You move like the moon on a murder spree
I know pretty soon, I'll be swinging for the fences
A view of you
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5. |
In Spinning Rooms
03:20
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When you're under some other city's sun
When it rises to the occasion
Casting your shadow in it's light
All leading lady-like
Now I know there's no getting over you
In my solid blue solitude
Now I know there’s no getting over you
Now I spend my nights in spinning rooms
But I can't reach the brakes
Why was I so fucking reluctant? I was a fool to not rush in
In my finest hour, I was late
Now I know there's no getting over you
In my solid blue solitude
Now I know there’s no getting over you
And we'll learn the ropes when we tie the knot
I'll look both ways before I cross my heart
I will love you 'til I'm long in the tooth because I know, there's no getting over you.
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Second-guessing every second of the day
Reflecting on the error of my ways
I can still feel you stirring in the still of the night
Guess I never let you go, but I’m getting by
Did I? Did I not disappoint you?
I was difficult, I distanced myself
My dear, I had no idea what to do
The pure, premature palms of your hands
Impractical prayers for promised lands
But I was near-sighted, nineteen and naive
Leave it up to me to up and leave
For better or for worse
Should’ve made more of an effort
Feeling sorry for myself
But you’re a sight for sore eyes, for sure
Perhaps you’re having coffee with your old college roommate
And you’re caught off guard by your increased heart rate
It was meant to be a memory, baby
So you say c’est la vie, to say the least
You say c’est la vie, so unconvincingly
You say c’est la vie, lying through your teeth
C’est la vie
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7. |
Midst of Midnight
05:08
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In the midst of midnight
Tripping motion-sensored lights
We kissed like silhouettes on a silver screen
The suspense was killing me
Seventeen in a cemetery
You were the female lead
In my fever dream
But far be it from me, was busy finding my bearings
Forgive me please, Miss February
Desperate, deep breaths
The dark horse at your doorstep
Delicate kids, defense mechanisms
Defining moments
But the pain I felt was unparalleled
The burden circled like a bird of prey
It struck me as strange, so fucking afraid
Of the heartache she left in her wake
I guess I lost my nerve and got just what I deserved
The turbulence, the turn of events
But I loved you ferociously, with every fiber of my being
Forgive me please, Miss February
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8. |
One More Morning
04:32
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I'm leaving Colorado
Got a bus booked for the morning
I've got to get back to my baby
She’s lonely in California
I've been stubborn and I've been stern
With all of love's lessons and my learning curve
And it's one more morning
I'm drawing your portrait from memory
And I'm pouring out two cups of coffee
I'm so used to the way you used to be
The longer I linger
On all the little things
When their literal meanings
Are limited liabilities
Sometime’s you can't skirt around the subject
When you can't sum up that sinking in your stomach
When it's one more morning
I'm drawing your portrait from memory
And I'm pouring out two cups of coffee
I'm so used to the way you used to be I'm so used to you and me
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WIDOWER Seattle, Washington
New Jersey native, Seattle staple, and off and on again New Yorker, Kevin Large has been making music under the WIDOWER moniker for over a decade. Large’s lyrically driven songwriting is reminiscent of Petty’s more mellow moments.
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