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Fool Moon

by WIDOWER

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1.
Sometimes your heart's as shaky as a shopping cart It's seen its share of parking lots, it's been around the block You're in the market for a marksman cause cupid's missed too often The concern it must be causin', all the fools you had to fuck And you're wrestling reality, it's a ferris wheel of feelings It's the wings under your shirt you weren't aware of And I'll play the patient Plymouth Rock To your pilgrimage, a thickened plot And I'll take it upon myself to pick the lock, love Let's weigh your heart of gold, my guess is it's immeasurable But still the feeling's illegible, in the thinnest of fine prints Angel hair, i swear you're the devil You still glow with a low blood sugar level Still shine when you've been disheveled A strict diet of diamonds And it's the moon over the Meadowlands, the aesthetic of a lover's hand The tightened grip you never imagined possible And it must be love or the altitude That makes me sweat a swimming pool It's true, you're a jewel, you're jumper cables
2.
You settle like stardust, in the darkness darling Don't worry where the car is parked, we'll grab it in the morning The tell tale tequila tears in a taxi cab I talked with my friend the television, while you took a nap And the moon shed light like skin You were lily-white with lilac lips Oh Catherine, my Catherine My long-stemmed loneliness, your beck and call We were roadside roses, we were record rainfall I saw your ghost in Golden Gate Park glowing in the city lights While some growing pains never go away, they only keep you up at night Upon the paisley pillowcase, where your pretty head's been Did I miss something? Was it something I did? Oh Catherine, my Catherine
3.
Antidote 03:06
The moon's full as hell, but i won't tell a soul You can see it for yourself Blanket of stars unfolds, each one like burning coal Most nights I end up alone So darling, let's go swimming in the ocean tonight Singing "Love Potion No. 9" But we don't need the antidote The salt gets on your skin, It's not your fault if you're glistening Or if I'm speechless, on the beach, kid, until morning Understand the sand will stay with you, You'll take it home in your bathing suit, And just so you know, I'd like to go too.
4.
Grasp 05:57
I've been in denial for a while now, but I'm coming around I've been blowing in a weird wind, wayward as a Greyhound You took my grief with a grain of salt, it was difficult, it was all my fault A long distance phone call from Philadelphia, I was drunk and I needed to talk But once I had your attention, there's so much I meant to mention There's some things that I have come to understand You were dry land, I was a drowning man They say the safest place is a basement in a storm Well darling during downpours, you were my cellar door Well, I half-assed, I gift-wrapped a piece of shit I was the bearer of bad news, your worst birthday present That forlorn uniform you fold, and your ice cold eyes rolled There's something things that I have come to understand You were dry land, I was a drowning man They say the safest place is a basement in a storm Well darling during downpours, I was so self-absorbed and time will tell if the hand your dealt is worth a damn there's no knowing in advance, and the one you held has lost it's grasp
5.
At night when you tend to toss and turn And you're living your life at a loss for words It's a terrible dream, a routine wrong turn When you're handcuffed to a heart that loves you no longer And it's love, love or lack thereof Darling, there was so much I should've done This mistake's my keepsake 'til kingdom come It's love, love or lack thereof I sat on your stairs unprepared for the worst Regardless of how often I rehearsed I've got to situate my shit, I've got to lift this curse I'm your classic case of a kid Classic case of a coward.
6.
Thoroughbred 03:53
She's given me hell, so eloquently She resembles the devil, god dammit, so delicately But this mess was effortless, it's second nature, I guess A dresser drawer of regrets and the rest is history But I'll keep you close to my heart I'll hold you in the utmost regard I'll dust off my saddle and begin again with battle scars Oh how I long to be, sound asleep with you still next to me You brilliantly breathe, your cherry-red cheeks and pillow marks I was born, fragile and forlorn I was tattered and torn, but that doesn't matter anymore My baby was born, adorably adorned with kindest blue eyes Like the calm before the storm And i still hang on by a thread, all these thoughts that go through my head I threw away a lady who loved like a thoroughbred And in the dead of night, in a bed with no sleep in sight I surrender to the memory of you and drink instead
7.
Well, sweetheart, the secrets out, there's no use in lying to you now I've made some mistakes I'll take to my grave We'll be two tombstones, a ways away You were a warm-blooded whirlwind of a woman I was wicked and awful with you often Would it soften the blow, the last laugh, or the afterglow When we're two tombstones to and fro? And that certain someone will come and steal your heart out from under your nose, He'll sweep you off of your toes, I suppose The thunder we undergo You were soft-skinned and solid gold A starlit sonnet, a heart-shaped sugar bowl Your second-hand halo, a site to behold Like the two tombstones, our future foretold And when you awake in the night, and see the snake sleeping by your side Do you mistake him for me sometimes and rub your eyes, Then come to a compromise
8.
Courtships run their course, first loves and last resorts I've been a prince, I've been a poor sport I was almost, always, all yours When I'm frightened by the sunrise, when it comes as no surprise when I'm feeling out of sorts, and off-course, of course I'm almost, always, all yours And true happiness is heads or tails, never-the-less, it never fails And it's every bit as bleak as this week's weather report And it's almost, always, all yours

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released July 30, 2013

Available July 30, 2013.
All tracks written by Kevin Large (ASCAP).
Recorded and Mixed by Cory Gray at Type Foundry, Portland, Oregon.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
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