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letra de croak, hiss & sputter - the debutante hour

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i’ve been myself for as long as i can remember
the sweet mess of us reminds me of that from time to time
the faster this train sped, babe, the slower we climbed
i’d sure love it though, if maybe, someday, you’d be mine

somedays it gets hard to talk to you
somedays it gets hard to talk at all

the highway haybales stretched for days and days
dinosaurs in tourist towns were made of papier mache
the camera caught us looking bad so we didn’t stay
i see it now, the photos of the furrows, the bridges and the boroughs, don’t get changed

the old man’s stone stew had tons of food to eat, or so we heard
wax dripped off the cylinders, frogs chirped like birds
the archive dust got windexed off by archive nerds
but still we turned, we croak hiss & sputtered into words (things we said, there they were)

somedays it gets hard to explain what i mean to you
somedays it gets hard to explain anything at all

sailor talk and sea salt don’t always fit in
the stories we got told as little kids don’t make metaphors for everything
and spools of time like fishing line don’t always get reeled in
but still we turn, we croak hiss and sputter into words

somedays it gets hard to explain what i mean to you
somedays it gets hard to explain anything at all

i’ve been myself for as long as i can remember
the sweet mess of us reminds me of that from time to time
the faster this train sped, the slower we climbed
i’d sure love it though, if maybe, someday, you’d be mine

- the debutante hour

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