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If I Did
04:16
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If you let me go
I'll admit that I buried the money
Beneath the sycamore
Where the snakeroot grasps at the ivy
If you let me go
I'll confess that I stole a corolla
I picked it from your planter
Heard you inside cleaning, singing ABBA
If I did even half of what I know it takes
To make a break, to leave these chains behind
I think I would just about evaporate
Cuz what would stay
When ocean sheets and double dates
And all the other counterweights
Of my mind must go
If you let me go
I'll give up my every accomplice
I'll read their names aloud
Daniel, Elliott, and Alice
If you let me go
You're welcome to all of the spoils
Once I see you next
A heart attack in a Safeway aisle
If I did even half of what I know it takes
To make a break, to leave these chains behind
I think I would just about evaporate
Cuz what would stay
When incense sticks and roller skates
And all the other counterweights
Of my mind must go
If you let me go
I'll drag my thin pale body
To the coldest spring
And drink until I can be ready
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Saved By A Place
03:49
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A child collapsed to the floor of the station
He gasped and writhed around on the ground
His mother donned her cap
Took his head into her lap
And she held him as he slowly calmed down
As he hyperventilated into a paper bag
I wished that I could help or show I cared
I scrambled for the words
But only came up empty
Anyways, he had his mother right there
All my uselessness had got me thinking
That I'd somehow missed out
I don't know what I felt guiltier about
A few years and change
Brought me back to that same platform
With the suits and students shaking off the day
Out on the street
No bounds, no bonds for me
I walked down to where the buskers always play
And that was enough
To make me wanna pack my shit up
Damn near fooled me into thinking
That this light and sound could dazzle down
What I wished to forget
And so I felt so good I struck up a conversation
With a girl who sang and played guitar alone
But with my broken speech
We could barely meet in the middle
So she went home and I kept moving on my own
Yes, I wandered through the alleys
Hopping puddles and dodging cars
Lingering in the warmth that leaked out from the bars
Till I turned the lock
On this antiseptic shoebox
Mine for now but not for long
What a fool I'd been in thinking
That to me this night belonged
And later I stood with the singer in that station
But when she spoke I saw she had that child's face
She said "The only thing that's dumber
Than thinking everyone needs your saving
Is thinking you'd be saved by a place"
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Renouncer Seattle, Washington
Born on an artichoke farm in Iowa, Renouncer's love of music began at a young age when he saw Philip Glass trip and fall while entering a Costco. Picking up his grandfather's PRS Silver Sky at the tender age of 26, his passion for punk rock led him to NYU's Tisch School of the Arts, where he networked for 7 years before growing tired of Manhattan's humdrum parochiality. He now lives in Seattle. ... more
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