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Spill
04:36
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spill me out on the floor
i don’t want to be drunk anymore
bent over on the side
of the 5 cause i can’t afford
the hundred-dollar fine
at least see me to the door
or don’t you give a shit anymore
‘cause i’m casual it’s cool
and this conversation’s really just a tool
To get you where you wanna go
To get you where you wanna go
quote me pages from the book
you say defines you but i can
tell by the look on your face
you’re still waiting to be saved
I might be good at that
But i’m really trying to change
Not just get you where you wanna
Not just get you where you wanna
I can’t get you where you wanna…
all of this to say
that all i want to be
is chosen from the room
and shown out to the sea
pointed across the water
to the places i can go
like a mother to her daughter
in case she didn’t know
that her maritime dreams
aren’t so in her mind
that all of this concrete
is better left behind
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she wanna go big
she wanna go long
She wanna go where no one’s gone
deep into the night
catch her in the screen light
wondering if she’s getting it wrong
wrong
she wants the real thing
lover that he could be
if loving wasn’t frightening
maybe she’d stop then
needing to forgive him
every time that he got it wrong, wrong
oh put your temple to mine
we’ve got time, don’t we?
if only we knew how
to get it any way at all
fear of the between
fear of grand scheme
now is that really
what you mean?
everyone’s talking
everyone’s laughing
at everybody getting it
wrong, wrong
put your body to mine
i’ll be kind to it
can’t show you how to do this
can’t show you how to do
anything at all
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think you're watching a little too closely
and it’s getting in your way
it’s like you do it without knowing
that this is no way to behave
oh what’s the problem?
oh what’s keeping you awake?
are you searching for the love
like it’ll save you from the quake?
every time they ask me how i see myself
every time he ask me how i see myself
i say as seen by you
and i swear that i’m done
tryna get behind those eyes
the incendiary gaze
burning right though mine
every time they ask me how i see myself
every time they ask me how i see myself
I say as seen by you
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Long Con
03:11
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oh, what’s behind the door
is there something more
that i can expect?
we were just around the bend
from feeling okay again
but you’re in it for the song
in it for the long con
in it for the bet
but i’m out this round
cause my luck’s already down
ah but the logic’s always been
what’s another hit, what’s another taste
what’s life if it’s not mine
to waste
not once without your charm
even with a band tight around your arm
but i’m out this round
i’ll be gone when you’re coming down.
ah but the logic’s always been
what am i gonna miss?
what’s another day?
what’s life if it’s not mine
to waste?
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quiet, ear to your chest
falling walls and the rest
of commonly held opinions
finally disappearing
move me onto the floor
dissolve a little more
i’ll whatch you dance with your ghosts
if you say you love me the most
i’ll watch you dance with your ghost
if you say you love me the most
but you might need permission
from me to give any fight
you’re in no position
to love anything, oh but you might.
half way you’ll let me know
how far i’ve still to go
the joke’s on the hand-drawn map
i’ve crumpled and torn in our laps
the trusted advice in the stars
i read you aloud in the car
But why’d I need permission
from them to give any fight
I sit and blame conditions
when I could have loved you if I tried
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6. |
Dream Possession
03:51
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that face, that look
textbook description
of what i’ve been missing
out here, joking
but really hoping
to get ya, but
where to find...
my dream possession
something to hold
but you can’t see
what I can now
you choose not to
do your eyes let you down
every time?
a touch that knows
where to go and where not to
until instructed
i’ve trusted irresponsibly.
unresponsive, you just laid
down and let me lose,
didn’t you?
my dream possession
something to hold
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Silver in the Dark
04:30
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i’m only wet cause i let you come inside me
the distant silhouette of the city hills remind
that i’ve made this bed before.
had chosen to ignore it till now
charcoal lungs breathing charcoal skies
your blistered fingers are loose around my thighs
i feel decomposed into only deficits
but it’s comforting to know that i’m stuck
stuck, but not to you
turn the car around and head into the park
it’s not a real lake but it’s silver in the dark
are you even there as i tell you it’s okay
not to care
heart in a tomb, is it unrecognizable?
it just sits in the room
settles for what is likable
in me, in everything
don’t i make it easy to know?
you polish spoons and i sharpen knives
closing up to get on with our lives
forever unconvinced that i can do much better than this
hands in the air, is it so indescribable
that you just wouldn’t dare but revert to what’s mimable
in love in everything
don’t i make it easy to know?
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hey, john you move to slow for me
and i’m spending all this money
wondering where you’re going
as the night turns to nothing
it’s all i’ve been thinking
you said southern california
nobody ever warned ya
that she’d wrap you in this sadness
you asked me what are the chances
of us leaving Los Angeles tonight
you could grab another drink for me
we’ll make a plan built on fantasy
of a home in the desert
or the trees meet the water
but i’m happy in this bar here
getting drunk and across the table
you ask me if i know what it’s like
to wanna close the door forever
and never go outside
and i said obviously i do
but i think i’d open it up for you
i think a part of you is listening
to the part of me that whispering
i’m not asking you to love me
i’m just talking about some company
i know i’m not alone in wanting
but you joke that you’re almost 30
and you sleep in a sleeping bag
it’s alright cause i’m still sleeping
in the same room i’ve always had
and you’ve fooled yourself into thinking
that you’re making some kind of strides
by getting yourself to tell me
the things that you normally hide
i drive you when i shouldn’t
back to your door
you just sat there laughing
with a classic hesitation
as to what’s supposed to happen
but i know that you won’t kiss me
and i don’t want to come inside
if in the morning we say it was nothing
but something we thought we should try
and we’d still be strangers
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taken by a sudden light
he never wanted out
but he is now.
they wait until his mother lands
to give her news she won’t understand.
everyone on the ground is
already trying to figure it out.
she’s alone but she’d never tell
she feels her lover ought to
know her well
enough to call, enough to ask
enough to try though
he don’t understand.
he’s just diving in
to where she’s already been
talking to the dead
talking to the dead
in the age of forgetting
we’re excessively evading
the facts and the physics
of what’s becoming non existent.
and in the interest of distraction
i’m just looking for some
kind of reaction
but i’m talking to the dead
talking to the dead
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watercolor lover
a portrait of you
falling off the page
there's nothing to remember
but the glass turning blue
like some kind of magic
if i held you down
into that river would I
wash this all away
till there's no trace at all
still life flower
i tried to be for you
but you turned off the light
now wilting at the mention
of me packing up my stuff
asking what would have kept you
what would have been enough
would have been enough
but you held me down inside the dark
till i lost all my shape
now there's no trace at all
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Temporary Thing
03:55
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her song’s the only one
that you wouldn’t dare sing along to
a voice like the sun, a light
you let wash every part of you
away
bodies are warm sand dunes
she’s sinking into your slope
and every grain of you will
have her without any hope
of time standing still
you’ve got no will to say it like it is
but your limited by a temporary thing
and you take, take her as she comes
like a wind, like a drug
a temporary thing
just for now
holding on for the sake of
holding onto the shape
of her movements like whispered rays
burning through winter
to land soft on your face kissing your cheek.
whenever she speaks, she tells it like it is
and you’re comforted by a temporary thing
you take, take her as she comes
like a wind, like a drug
a temporary thing
just for now
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Olivia Kaplan Los Angeles, California
Olivia Kaplan came to music through the stories and voices of American folk and jazz music that scored her childhood in
Southern California. Her own songwriting took shape in the 2000s Los Angeles, listening to Sheryl Crow and Elliot Smith. She has shared the stage with the War on Drugs, Buck Meek, Courtney Marie Andrews, Miya Folick, and Hand
Habits.
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