songs for no one we know
by Jade Sylvan + Speaker for the Dead
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inferno
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oh my my
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germs
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released 06 September 2011
songs written by Jade Sylvan or Speaker for the Dead
songs written by Jade Sylvan or Speaker for the Dead
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Jade Sylvan is a poet-turned-songwriter living in Somerville, Massachusetts. She fled her native Indiana shortly after ... more graduating college to pursue dreams of becoming a writer. After getting her first book of poetry published and touring the country in 2009, she came home and began writing songs, which garnered instant attention in the famed Cambridge folk scene for their lyrics and melodies. less
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Sep 2011 -
Apr 2011
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- Track Name: oh my my
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Oh my my, what do I see?
Oh my maker, what have you made me?
Must have been written in between the lines
in the pages in the books in the back of my mind
in the pages in the books in the back of my mind
Oh my my, so you’ve been hurt?
kicked in the ribs and dragged in the dirt?
Strung up and dumped beneath the tulip tree?
I’ll swear on any bible you’ll be safe with me.
I’ll swear on any book you’ll be safe with me.
We could have a kitchen filled with rescued chairs.
We could have children with amazing hair.
We could have children and we’d raise them right
when to bend, when to sway, when to stand, when to fight
when to bend when to sway when to stand when to fight.
I’m a little seahorse lost in the foam.
I’m a poor artist lost in a poem.
Tie me to the bed, baby make me stay home.
I’m tired of the TV, I’m tired of the phone.
I’m tired of the TV, I’m tired of the phone.
Oh my my, you’re sweet like wine.
Oh my my, you’re fragile and fine,
I’ll hold you when you’re tired, when the seas ignite,
In the strength of midday, in the frailty of night
in the strength of midday, in the frailty of night.
I’m a teapot boiling up to the brim
I’m an ugly girl with a great big grin
Take me on my knees, baby sink where I swim
This is how we let go, this is how we begin.
this is how we let go, this is how we begin.
Oh my my, how is this fair?
I’m caught in your cadence, your stride, your stare,
You have my heart, no box, no bow,
Don’t let it break, don’t let it go.
don’t let it break, don’t let it go. - Track Name: let's try not to think of one another
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You won’t think of me when you’re in bad company
and I won’t think of you when I’ve got nothing to do.
You won’t think of me alone on a drive in the country
and I won’t think of you when I’m paddling both oars of my canoe.
You won’t think of me when you find my brand of tea in your pantry
and I won’t think of you when I make piecrust, which you taught me how to do.
A chemical attraction. A pheremonal case
A current to strong to let pass.
A chemical reaction. I’m an acid, you’re a base,
when we mix we just turn into poison gas.
You won’t think of me when you finally run out of all your money
and I won’t think of you when I’m stranded in the backstreets of Peru.
You won’t think of me in the mountains, in the desert, by the sea
and I won’t think of you when I pass that one place we went for fondue.
You won’t think of me because I’m not the type to let things get messy
and I won’t think of you because thank god we never got that tattoo.
A logical progression. A sentimental fool.
We opened our chests way too fast.
The wisdom of reflection. No exception to the rule.
Everything we start we know someday must pass.
You won’t think of me when you’re in good company
and I won’t think of you when I’ve got much more important shit to do.
You won’t think of me prolly ever cause you’re so mentally healthy
and I won’t think of you cause I’m learning meditation and kung fu.
You won’t think of me when you meet an artsy girl named Taggarty,
and I won’t think of you when Mom asks if I’ve met anybody new.
