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Sick Sick Sick
02:37
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Call a doctor; call an ambulance
Get me to a hospital before I snap
You’ve got a face to make a man about lose his mind
Well if I kiss you once or twice
I’ll be kissing you all my life
You threw me down a whole flight of stairs
With that look in your eyes
Now I’ve been flirting with danger, baby
I’ve got a feeling you’ve been flirting too
Now I’m pulling my hair out over you
I think we better call a doctor
‘Cause this fever’s not the flu
You’ve got me sick, sick, sick as a dog
In love with you
(You’ve got me) sick, sick, sick as a dog
(You’ve got me) tossing, turning all night long
(You’ve got me) howling at the top of my lungs
I’m in love with you
Turn off the lights, and, baby, put on a show
I called the doctor, but he wasn’t home
I guess I’m going to have to give you my disease
‘Cause I don’t ever want to get better
I want to suffer eternally
I’ll get you sick, sick, sick as a dog
In love with me
(You’ve got me) sick, sick, sick as a dog
(You’ve got me) tossing, turning all night long
(You’ve got me) howling at the top of my lungs
I’m in love with you
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Trouble
03:32
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I dialed your number on the way to your house
I pulled off of the highway; I fell apart
I had to tell you, I think that we need some time off
‘Cause maybe our love’s gone too far
And, baby, you’ve got me in trouble
Trouble with a capital T
You got me in trouble
My heart’s been tied with its own strings
Well you know you’ve got a hold on me
Is it right or wrong, or something in between?
Trouble!
All my friends keep calling me
They say, “What are you going to be for
Halloween?” But the truth is,
I wish it were New Year’s Eve
I wish I were young and naïve
I’m tired of being in trouble
Trouble with a capital T
You’ve got me in trouble
Your kisses got the best of me
When you call my name, I grit my teeth
Some pretty soft lips leave some pretty sharp stings
Trouble!
It’s October seventeenth and
The yellow leaves are falling
From the ash trees in the alley
The wind kicks them up round my feet
It’s just the plastic bags and me
We’re lost and confused and in trouble
Trouble with a capital T
You got me in trouble
Love is such a silly thing
Love is such a silly thing
It’s such a silly thing; yeah, it’s trouble!
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Payphone Blues
02:31
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Time keeps tangling on
I’ve got my fingers coiled in
Pay-phone cords, drunk and bored
And waiting for your call
All my money’s gone
And though I’ve talked my voice to bits
Here I sit; I still keep rattling on
I’ve got my quarter on the line
I want to get what’s mine
Or at least some good advice
Michigan to Santa Fe
The semis tried to block my view
But from my room
I watched you drive away
I’ve made more mistakes
When you left I told myself I wouldn’t
But I did anyway
I broke my promise once or twice
I want to make it right, but
Baby, give me time
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Pillar of Salt
03:33
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I’ve made my mistakes
Yeah, I’ve made my fair share
I put the money in my wallet
I don’t even care
I turn my head around
Looking out the back door window
See the horses grazing
At sixty miles an hour
To the bottle in the ditch
To the scoop in the oats
To air in the lung, let evening come
Let evening come
I know I’ve disappointed you
I know I’ve let you down
I’ve been trying my whole life
To be the best man that you’ve found
But it hasn’t happened yet
I’m just waiting for the wind to switch
To the bottle in the ditch
To the scoop in the oats
To air in the lung, let evening come
Let evening come
‘Cause the lights are flashing red
But I run right through ‘em every time
Red, I have been running my whole life
I just want my baby by my side
I just want to see you one more time
I just want to see you one more time
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Blisters
03:22
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You’re leaving blisters on my hands
When I want to touch you so badly
Girl, you scrape me up
But you know I can’t give up
‘Cause I know, I know it’s not you
No, I know it’s not
But maybe it was me
Who gave up too easily
Maybe I fucked up
Or these hands aren’t good enough
I try to give you little things
Try to earn your sympathy
But your hair still prickles up
I should keep my big mouth shut
‘Cause I know, I know it’s not you
No, I know it’s not
That’s just not something you would do
Or I hope it’s not
I hope, I hope it wasn’t you
Sometimes I cover up the phone
With a blanket when you’re not home
And I pile the dirty clothes up
And I sweep out all the dust
From the corners of this little room
The corners of my love
The writing’s on the wall
So why cover up our faults
If you fucked up, tell the truth
I promise I won’t banish you
From the corners of this little room
The corners of my love
From the corners of this little room
The corners of my love
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Perfume
03:03
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Baby, put your perfume, baby, put your perfume on
Baby, put your perfume, put your perfume on
There ain’t no way we’re gonna stop
Dancing all night long
There ain’t no way we’re gonna stop
Dancing all night long
Dancing with your black shoes on
Dancing with my bow tie strung all over you
Baby, put your new dress, baby, put your new dress on
And put your hair up with those silly little pins you bought
Aw, baby, I love how you dance
Baby, I love your clammy cold hands
Baby, I love putting my hands where they don’t belong
No matter how fast you hold me
I’ll be sure to fall, I’ll be sure to fall all over you
There ain’t no way we’re gonna stop
There ain’t no way we’re ever gonna stop
There ain’t no way they could ever stop you
Baby, I love you.
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The Hermaphrodite
03:00
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Castaways and pocket trash
Fill the shore from you to me
But the water shines like daylight
And we’re running for it carelessly
Just like girls at twenty-three
Just like girls who’ve got no timeline
And our splashing rings out endlessly
In midair like a symphony
Like a song you’d sing for everyone
Oh, all at once
And all the lonely people
On the beach are watching us
‘Cause our faces now are painted red
And the birds are all stuck to the land
With their eyes pinned on our hands
But our hands aren’t touching anyone
And I’m smiling but you’re not smiling
No, you’re waiting to understand
But I’ll never be understood
Oh, not for good
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Summer Storm
02:43
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Are you going to be the one I love?
Are you going to be the one I throw my arms around?
When the rain comes pouring
And the wind cuts through our clothes
Will you take me out dancing?
Will you run to pull me close?
It’s terrible, but I don’t know which to choose:
Rolling up my window to come inside with you
Or should I drive home alone to watch this
Summer storm pass through?
Are you going to be the one I love?
Are you going to be the one I throw my arms around?
I want to keep on dancing
But I don’t know this song
I want to hear you laughing
When we stumble to the car
I’ll give you my keys and we’ll drive home
It’s nasty weather, but at least you’re nice and warm
If my heart turns bitter, will you be the
Sugar on my tongue?
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Me and My Fervent Hopes
02:25
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I heard your mom called my mom up
And said she thinks we are in love
I think it’s silly that she’d say that
When you won’t return my calls
I looked up all your Facebook friends
Looks like you’re popular again
I changed my ringtone to 50 Cent
I lied when I said
“No, I’m not waiting for the phone to ring”
“No, I’m not waiting for the phone to ring”
Let’s hang out; let’s make out
Let’s drive around in my mom’s mini-van
I’m glad you’re not too proud to dance
In the backyard, in the front yard
Under porch lights glowing in the gloom
Do you want to see my room?
I think you do
Every night, I wake up
With your smell still on my clothes
It’s four a.m. and I’m nervous
About how much your mom knows
About me and my fervent hopes
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I can hear it in my sleep
It’s the tinkling of a massive chandelier
It’s a siren song so clear
You blow the windows out
Leave it ringing in my ears
And I can hear your little voice
It’s a finger-snap, the beating of new wings
You blow the whole brass band
When you’re marching down my street
I can hear it in my sleep
Someone’s calling me
It’s the telephone
A megaphone, a tin-can string
I can hear it in my sleep
Someone’s calling me
When I hear you sing
It’s a sound so sweet
It’s a jamboree
And I can hear it in my sleep
When you smudge your kisses
Up and down my cheeks
I’ve made a promise I can’t keep
You’re calling out my name
You’re giving me fever dreams
I can hear it in my sleep
Someone’s calling me
Raise your little voice
Make that perfect noise
Sweep me off my feet
So I can hear it in my sleep
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The Rain Follows You
02:41
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The rain follows you
And all that the ground can do
Is stay close to you
And I’m chasing you, too
But I’m not half as fast
As I’d have to be
Oh, to catch you
To be prepared for you
To make a way for you
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Ribbons of Song Grand Rapids, Michigan
Started in 2007, Ribbons of Song is the collaborative songwriting and recording project of Ben Scott-Brandt.
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