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A sea away and I love myself
and I love you too
and I wish that you were here
to celebrate the setting sun
and the cricket songs
singing in my ears
oh darling, I pray, to sing with you one day
Sitting with this here tomato vine
she tells me tales of a love that I would like to find
but what I found I cant express with sound
because the music we're making it can't be written down
oh darling, I pray, to write our story one day
I dance in the mornings in my living room
while the eggs are cooking and they're always done too soon
Well I could dance forever to my Billie tunes
but I wouldn't mind, baby, if I could take a turn with you
Yeah if my sparkling shoes could play peek-a-boo
from underneath the hem of this skirt with the looks of you
oh darling, I pray, to dance with you one day
And darling I'm sitting here wondering why
you're as far as the moon
and yet I can hear you whispering
oh, and I feel whole
and I'm happy alone
and that's all the reason to run into those arms
oh honey
make honey
make honey
A sea away and I love myself
and I love you too
and I wish that you were here.
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Barely a Goodbye
04:29
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The last time I saw you it was barely a goodbye
but those aren't done when you're always on the run
It fell apart before my eyes
it was heaven sent in hindsight
it was barely a goodbye
it was barely a goodbye
I see myself in the foggy mirror wondering about you
I stop myself short, interrupt my heart
because my thoughts bring me bad luck
Because looking back in time
is just a part of growing up
Though i doubt the things ive done
it helps that there's no right or wrong
It fell apart before my eyes
it was heaven sent in hindsight
it was barely a goodbye
it was barely a goodbye
I know so much more than I did before
and I hope you feel the same
yeah, there wasn't nothing wrong with us
but it still drove me insane
and now that things are over dear
we're on to something new
I am capable of so much more
than I ever was with you
It fell apart before my eyes
it was heaven sent in hindsight
it was barely a goodbye
it was barely a goodbye
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Freckles
04:23
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Your freckles are my bible
your eyes strike me ice cold
there's no escaping what we've been told
what good is it to tell you what hurts?
it just offends you
and I'm already here so keep me warm
so slap me and pull me
and tell me I'm pretty
and forget all about today's itinerary
I'll give you my body
to play if you want it
my mind's far away
I'm the easiest target
no matter what I tell myself
despite all that I thought would help
there's something mean inside of me
that puts me up up on the shelf
and if i just learn to just enjoy it
I'd be better off for it
because I do this to myself
every fucking time that I leave the house
In this body that is mine
that I'm expected to confine
until that part of me just dies
with every bit of my divine
yeah I know that I am capable
and powerful and changeable
but what's a girl to do
when expectations are insatiable?
So hurry me and bury
because my emotions are so insane
since I'm asked every day
to be the whore and player played
So hold hold me and hug me
push me and shove me
rock me back to life
a better version than you found me
let me open up and pour
my everything upon the floor
and I will put it all together once more
take me all the way back home
take me all the way back home
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Arizona Blue
04:57
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Listen, girl, to the wind in the pines
Oh, how how they pine
Just like you're pining for home
Even though you don't know where that is
But you never ask the right questions
And I'll never tell you a lie
But if you never ask the right questions
Then you'll never hear the pines as they sigh
Listen, girl, to the frogs in the pond
Oh, how they call
Just like you called me in the middle of the night
Just to see that I was alright
But you never ask the right questions
And I'll never tell you a lie
But if you never ask the right questions
Then you'll never hear the frogs as they cry
Liste, girl, to the crickets on the porch
Oh, how they sing
Just like I'm singing my heart dance
Just to see if anybody will hear
But you never ask the right questions
And I'll never tell you a lie
But if you never ask the right questions
Then you'll never hear the crickets at night
Listen, Girl
Listen, Girl
Ohhh...
Won't you paint my eyes an Arizona blue sky?
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Tight to Time
04:35
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As I wait for the sunset
musing about my regrets
feels like the day's end will never come again
I can't hold on tight to time
tight as I can possibly grip
it wont save me from this real, real bad trip
when I was a little girl
legs skinny like a birds
I would run, run, run the world
Now I see that life is short
time will pass like waves upon the shore
and I am waiting for that sunrise
because it's been a long, long, night
Never again will I wish
for the hours to pass me by
Because this life is precious
no matter how you spend your time
They say time is a construct my mind
but how do I see past these lines
around my weary eyes?
they have their own lives and they won't lie
And I am proud of every wrinkle
like the rings of the trees and the scars in their bark
Never again will I wish
for the hours to pass me by
Because this life is precious
no matter how you spend your time
Never again will I wish
for the hours to pass me by
Because this life is precious
no matter how you spend your time
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Keeping Count
05:29
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Last time you left you gave me a nod
and you told me that you would come around
but then you went and hit the road
to the other side of the country
Told myself Id never do that again
that when you'd come back around
that we would just be friends
I love it when you call me bug
and Id never ask you to stop
but it hurts me babe when I'm living off
the crumbs of your love
I haven't thought of you in a million hours
I know because I've been keeping count
I haven't thought of you in a million hours
I know because I've been keeping count
It exhausts me just to have you back in town
but I never could dream of saying no
yeah a part of me loves to see you happy
another loves to be tortured
I would never ask you to stop being yourself
but it kills me to see you dancing with someone else
I know that what you say to me
is meant to be received platonically
but everytime I'm a fool willingly
over you
I haven't thought of you in a million hours
I know because I've been keeping count
I haven't thought of you in a million hours
I know because I've been keeping count
I know that I should toughen up
and push it all under the rug
but every time I do the best that I can
the best that I can
the best that I can
the best that I can
So I'll be your friend
I haven't thought of you in a million hours
I know because I've been keeping count
I haven't thought of you in a million hours
I know because I've been keeping count
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Pitter Patter
04:10
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If the soul is the bottom of my feet...
I sometimes wonder where she is
the wild one from underground
she calls me in the dead of night when no one else is around
she runs the river below the river on a raft made out of bones
in the desert where she spends her days and she never grows old
If the soul is the bottoms of my feet
as they pitter patter on the ground
to the rhythm of my breath
then what is in the sound?
She'll drag me out by my hair
she'll rip it out she doesn't care
If i try to beat her down just to drown out the sound
of the little voice inside my head while shes biting at my heels
a lick a kiss is all it'll take before she'll have me as her meal
If the soul is the bottoms of my feet
as they pitter patter on the ground
to the rhythm of my breath
then what is in the sound?
When I run I am wild and free
letting out a battle cry
Silence is where the soul is
Silence is where the soul is
Silence is where the soul is
But you'll never know
just what the soul is
if you never hear the sound
If the soul is the bottoms of my feet
as they pitter patter on the ground
to the rhythm of my breath
then what is in the sound?
If the soul is the bottoms of my feet
as they pitter patter on the ground
to the rhythm of my breath
then what is in the sound?
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Jacqueline Marie Flagstaff, Arizona
Jacqueline Marie Thompson is a singer-songwriter based in Flagstaff, AZ. She is also one-half of the indie folk duo Sleep Stampede. Her earth-rooted sound is inspired by the wild places she loves.
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