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Stuck
01:21
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Guess you could say I’m in a rut
A broken record that gets stuck
Just like daddy, leather eyes, a lot of leaving,
Scrambling down the rabbit hole to catch my breath
So many sorries you can say
And then they send you off to pray
Hail Mary, I know I’m throwing blind
I hope you’re waving pom poms on the side
Curse like a sailor and I spit
Bragging about me packing grit
Wave it around, it isn’t loaded
Pistol whippin and smoke is what you get
Honey come save me from myself
I aint got nobody else
One by one they came, I sent them to their grave
Men don’t like to get made, that’s why they don’t tend to stick around
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2. |
Pretty Little Mess
03:25
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Pretty little mess in your peridot dress
The sheen is wearing thin
Your designer friends don’t suspect
But something’s off; your make up’s wrecked
Paper cut on your ivory skin
Blue blood you weren’t meant for this
A game of chance with a storied friend
Mother warned you of the poison fig
Can’t forget those crimson lips
Pour another stiff manhattan
You’re the namesake of the manuscript
But the past can’t be rewritten
The pages lend a second wind
Last chance to be forgiven
Sleepyhead you should be in bed
Guess there’s no rest for the wicked
Your eyes are red but there’s a chapter left
Full speed ahead to the brutal end
You were lost safe in your loft
While wicked men stole better women
The story ends, it’s time to lay
In the satin bed you made
You’ll remember ‘til your grave
The could have been that got away
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Happy Drunk
02:55
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10 a.m. on Wednesday, happy dancing in the kitchen
Drinking coffee and chocolate vodka shots
I sing a ditty and I’m feeling pretty witty
Til my second guessing tells me that I’m not Oh-oh. Oh-oh.
Building a castle out of beer cans
Pouring a moat of wine
Gonna live happy ever after
If the drawbridge lifts in time
It’s just a drink or two; I don’t have any work to do
I wonder what you’re up to and I dial you
All fun and games until my train of thought derails,
I slip; fall into a puddle with a busted lip Oh-oh. Oh-oh.
I’d rather hear Elaine Stritch
Than the bitch inside my head
Here’s to the ladies who lunch
Let’s toast the bunch before we’re dead
Started with spritzers, summer mixers,
Wind up doing lines with Winehouse when we both go back to black
It can’t be that bad, they say we don’t have to go to rehab
What’s the worst that could happen? Oh-oh. Oh-oh. Oh-oh. Oh-oh.
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4. |
Whiskey Weather
03:08
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It’s whiskey kind of weather
And the gypsy wind’s traveling home
There’s a lump stuck in the back of my throat
Cuz when you’re here I feel more alone
I try not to spill any feelings on you
You don’t like your hands to get messy
A brave man once said he’d rather be dead
Than be free of the bruises of living
If wishes were horses
Beggars would ride
I’m just a poor man
But I’m gonna saddle up, head for the wild
I may be a fool full of trinkets and dreams
You pass yourself off as a king
But I’d choose a pocket of baubles I’d earned
Over coffers of gold that you thieved
If the world were like you, we all would be blue
From denying our breath and our feeling
All I have as a prize is a handful of pity
If that’s your way of winning
If love was a poison
Some souls would try
I almost die each time
Kiss me, slip me the vial
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5. |
One Gold Shoe
02:59
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All I know of you is your one gold shoe
In the car, on the floor,
Did you get more than you bargained for?
On the leather seat of your SUV
Gone without a trace
were you careless where you left the mate?
<All I know of you>
<One gold shoe>
You got the prize if it’s living 9 to 5
Did you take bad advice
and get stuck with the sticker price?
Once upon a time it must have been bliss
caught the eye of the prince
now the slipper doesn’t fit
<Once upon a time>
<Slipper doesn’t fit>
His face is the same but his eyes are a stranger’s
The years stole his gaze and the brush of his fingers
The tears that remain I could place in a thimble
I’m just a whim, a petal in the wind
Relegated to the night,
Out of mind when I’m out of sight
Strange thing to do, but I often think of you
Wonder if you knew
You’re the other woman, too
<Other woman, too>
<Strange thing to do>
<All I know of you
<One gold shoe
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Stampede
03:05
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You left me for dead on the edge
Abandoned me bound by my rage
Said, it’s for the best. What you meant was:
So long, my dear, no one can hear
The buffalo are on their way
You hit me again like a fist
Knocked out my slice of the sky
You’re just a man sized eclipse
You turned away without remorse
And said I’d make a lovely corpse
The rigor mortis is on its way
You liked me half-dressed and a mess
Stumbling out in the rain
Bereft of my army of knaves
You don’t just get to claim a win
I think I’ll put a different spin
Surprise, my friend, it’s not the end
Another song is on its way
Guess what the kitty dragged home
Who’d’a thunk it? I bet you never figured
I’m bent but not broken
Fuck, kill, or marry, two out of three ain’t bad
I buried that bone in the backyard, so sad
Hey, diddle diddle, I got an old riddle
What you get when you mix a girl with a fiddle?
You played me a story, I snorted the line
Got the whites of your eyes in my crosshairs this time
Crawl through lies/bide my time/this is mine
Watch me
I can crawl through lies/bide my time/this is mine
I can crawl through lies/bide my time/this is mine
Watch me
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Hemline Theory Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sarah Tebbe and Adam Renchen started their musical collaboration in Cincinnati, Oh in 2000 and settled east in 2013. Drawing from various genres and sounds, the duo's coherence stems from intimate musical conversations and literary lyrical depth with Sarah's alluring, sultry vocals fortified by lilting, melodic piano, rhythmic guitar hooks, driving bass lines, and textured percussion. ... more
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