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In My Dreams, You Win
03:23
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I’m driving east to move back to a memory I know
But they’ve all got wrinkles in their eyes from wincing fast and blinking slow
They’ve all got little raisins on their fingers and their toes
From wading in the shower
Letting time wash them by
From the nozzle, to the head
The neck, the shoulder, to the sigh
She lived on the 30th floor
Heard me from above
Said “I remember a smile like yours
Please come up”
So I started climbing
A few months in I hit my stride
Kept my head up
A few months more I stepped inside
She said,
“My bread won’t bake
My clothes won’t fold
My plants have died
I haven’t slept in years
But there’s one last thing we can try”
Your fingers running, searching for a spot she says that you can’t find
Between her eyes and ears a tender spot that tingles down her spine
A little button on her temple
What she needs to close her mind
Find it
Push it
“Turn me off and tuck me in”
She said, “It’s hard out there for you
But in my dreams, babe, you win”
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2. |
When Airplanes Land
04:08
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Walk from here to New York
10,000 times across the bedroom floor
Never gonna give you up
10,000 times you’re gonna spit this up
When airplanes land
Spoon touches your tongue
You forget your tantrums
The skill of the young
When airplanes land
Alert comes in
I buckle you up
We drive to the airport
You wake up again
Walk from here to New York
10,000 times across Terminal 4
Never gonna give you up
10,000 times you’re gonna wake back up
When airplanes land
Little truck pulls around
Flashing lights and sirens captivate you
You calm right down
Now we gotta stay quiet
We gotta hold still
When Mommy walks out
We’ll show her what we’ve learned
Show her our new skill
And if we get lucky
And Mommy comes home
We’ll help each other remember what felt right
The skill of the grown
Remember what felt right
The skill of the grown
You forget your tantrums
The skill of the young
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3. |
Sweet Jungle
01:08
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4. |
La Luna Consiglia
01:31
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Nelle botti piccine ci sta il vino buono
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5. |
That's Russell, Champ
04:24
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6. |
Swamp Man in Love
01:35
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Pyzow! Chicago, Illinois
LA-raised, Chicago-based. Music director, songwriter, vocalist, keyboardist, trumpeter. Elton John but sinister. Rufus Wainwright but groovy. Ben Folds but uncynical. Karen Carpenter but dirty. ELO but more horns. Vulfpeck but not singing about lollipops. Steely Dan but less acoustic fidelity and less ethical corruption. ... more
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