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"Writing Love in Chinese"
Love it looks like a one-eyed woman
Smooth and sassy, curves and hips
Secret smile on her lips, love
A lady I have yet to meet
But someday we'll sit down to have tea
It'll be glorious, don't you think?
Yeah all I know for now is
I'm thinking of you wherever I go
Don't you know
I'm thinking of you wherever I go!
Doo-doo, doo-doo...etc.etc.
Well love it kind of sounds real selfish
“Ai”, “ai,” “ai,” me, me, me.
What's the difference, I can't see at all.
One of those things that doesn't make sense
Until you pump it through your system
(Like a healthy dose of alcohol)
But don't you know by now
I've been thinking of you wherever I go
Don't you know
I’m thinking of you wherever I go, yeah
Doo-doo, doo-doo, etc. etc.
I-I-I'm in deep doo-doo
I-I-I'm in deep doo-doo
Love it feels
So unreal
Made of steel
Like a one-eyed woman
Love it feels
So unreal
Made of steel
Like a one-eyed woman
Love it feels
So unreal
Made of steel
Like a one-eyed woman
Yeah all I know for now is
I'm thinking of you wherever I go
Don't you know
I'm thinking of you wherever I
Wherever I go, I go
And I'm thinking of you wherever I go
Don't you know
I'm thinking of you wherever I go
Thinking of you wherever I go.
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3. |
Of Demons and Drafts
04:03
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4. |
Bell Pepper Blues (Live)
01:45
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Metronomania (Live)
04:12
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Someone’s
running through the town alone
picks a stone
and throws
The water
is much too cold
for little Wendy’s toes
But we’ll jump
straight up off the wall
leave your senses and fall-- headfirst!
What a thrill to not care at all
And somehow
We get up
And go on our way
If I were honest
There’s no beauty in the promise of
Another day
Time is ticking away…
Another day
Time is ticking away
So go on
And get up
And go on your way.
Back where
We once were
The casual routine
Slowly
we slip into
Little Wendy’s skin
Bound by the books we never read
Some days I want to scream, oh
What’s it like to abandon the dream?
I’m tired of the getup
Can we
Be on our way?
Because if I were honest
There’s no beauty in the promise of
Another day
Time is ticking away…
It’s just another day
and time is ticking away…
So go on and get up
And go on your way
All I need is
to be free
what’s so wrong with that?
So much to do
so little time
I want the night to last
Join me where
the air is freer,
this may be your last…
Chance don’t waste it
can’t you taste it
I want the night to last!
Someone’s
running through the town alone
Picks a stone
and throws
The water
Is much too cold
For little Wendy’s toes
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2016 reprise:
Oh, imagination is a double edged sword
Sometimes it can save you, 'cause you'll never be bored
Lonely train rides
They go something like
Here's the real frustration with a runaway mind
Don't know when to stop or when to leave the past behind
Whatcha doing now, whatcha doing now
Like meeting Madame President :(
Flying to the Netherlands
Chatting up a resident you shadowed long ago
Or finding love and maybe taking cover
From the flash floods that drown the gutters
But hey, at least it isn't snow
Insomnia at Insomnia
Insomnia, Insomnia x 2
2013 version:
Oh, imagination is a double-edged sword
Sometimes it can save you, you’ll never be bored
Lonely train rides turn into:
Meeting the president
Getaways to the Netherlands
Chatting up that resident who lives on your floor
Making up scenarios
“That must be how the story goes!”
Oh you’re always thinking of more
It’s entertainment for hours
And just like that, four hours have passed
But here’s the real frustration with a runaway mind
You don’t when to stop or when to leave it behind
Whatcha doing now, I wonder
If we were crustaceans floating out in the sea
I could be the Belle if my Sebastian you’d be
(Did you see what I did there?) And we’d sing
Punk rock-ish covers now
Can we call us lovers now
No, those words aren’t coming
I don’t know what I’m feeling
Look at the dying leaves
Would you mind telling me
When the shit decided to hit the ceiling
Fan?/Phantom silence abounds
Oh all you wanted was some peace and quiet
Insomnia-a-a-a
If I could just forget, forget, forget
And let myself not think, no thinking allowed
But how could I possibly forget
The way your hand pulled me through that crowd?
Oh my memory
It fails me in all the wrong situations
I remember the way you breathed
But I can’t recall if I picked oatmeal raisin
Insomnia at Insomnia
Insomnia at Insomnia.
Oh my memory
It fails me in all the wrong situations
I remember the way you looked at me
But I can’t recall if I picked oatmeal raisin
Insomnia at Insomnia
Insomnia at Insomnia
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10. |
Indigo Black (Live)
02:43
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11. |
Back to the Braid (Live)
03:17
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Audrey Amadea San Francisco, California
songwriter-singer, doctor, incurably curious, endlessly grateful.
banner photography // Shawna Burhans
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