1. |
Quiet Kinda
05:23
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QUIET KINDA
You know the world is full of people
who just go peacocking about
So many brightly colored feathers
and all they do is preen and squawk
Oh but the things about you, Baby
that first caught my eye
they aren't the kind of things'll ever
gonna lose their shine
'Cause it's a quiet kinda love
No string band parade
Oh it's a quiet kinda love
I don't need to be entertained
But when I wake up in the morning
in this big old empty bed
It was a quiet kinda sadness
when the pillow lost your scent
So ‘till you come here next my darling
I'll hold my blessings close
'cause you only get this kinda missing
when you've had something really good
Oh and it only takes the thought of you
and a smile creeps up
leaves me standing on the street
like some kinda chump
leaves me with a melody
on my mouth
just something sweet and simple
I can hum to myself
'cause it's a quiet kinda love
that makes me count the days
oh it's a quiet kinda love
I crave
oh it's a quiet kinda love
and it's worth the wait
oh it's a quiet kinda love
we made
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2. |
Back To Your Flat
03:54
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BACK TO YOUR FLAT
Your scent is still on my dress
and my hairs are on your sweater
the ink is still wet
on how this will be remembered
I never knew, no I never knew
and I never could have guessed
that when we laughed our way
back to your flat
I might never come back the same
Oh and we laughed our way
back to your flat
I may never come back the same
We're propped up on our elbows
belly-down upon your bed
the dictionary is open
to the word 'earnest'
yeah, your English it was pretty good
but you didn't understand
Oh and we laughed our way
back to your flat
I may never come back the same
Oh and we laughed our way
back to your flat
I may never come back the same
Oh and I hope that Serendipity
the traveler's patron saint
is smiling sweetly on you now
as you bike home in the rain
Your scent is still on my dress
and my hairs are on your sweater
tiny souvenirs
of a night to be remembered
'cause I can't be sure
that our paths will ever
chance to cross again
like when we laughed our way
back to your flat
I may never come back the same
Oh and we laughed our way
back to your flat
I may never come back
may never come back
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3. |
No Number
02:22
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NO NUMBER
You don’t have a number
No, you don’t have a number
for me to call you up
You don’t have a number
No, you don’t have a number
for me to call you up
And I’m stuck in the middle
Stuck right in the middle
Stuck in the middle of my heart
Stuck in the middle
Stuck right in the middle
between a feeling
and a thought
I don’t wanna feel this
No, I don’t wanna feel this
Can you make it stop?
Give me all your shit TV
give me scary movies
just make me numb
‘Cause I’m stuck in the middle
Stuck right in the middle
Stuck in the middle of my heart
Stuck in the middle
Stuck right in the middle
between a feeling
and a thought
Oxytocin, dopamine
serotonin flooding me
I can’t get enough
Ooh I’m acting super freak
Look at what ya done to me
I’m a junkie now
And I’m stuck in the middle
Stuck right in the middle
Stuck in the middle of my heart
Stuck in the middle
Stuck right in the middle
between a feeling
and a thought
No it wasn’t such a leap
more like tripping on my feet
when I fell in love
But I fell in love
I fell in love
in love…
And you don’t have a number
No you don’t have a number
for me to call
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4. |
Borrowed or Begged
04:46
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BORROWED OR BEGGED
Oh I’ve got these blackened traveler’s feet
and I’ve got this broken train-stop sleep
I got miles unfurled in front of me
before I reach my own country
I can’t count the places I laid my head
seems most of them were borrowed or begged
and it may have cost half of all I own
but I know the difference ‘tween a house and a home
Oh I dreamed that I was fast asleep
with a pup on either side of me
and a grey cat stretched out at my feet
in a lover’s bed in North Philly
CHORUS
So I’m riding in this foreign car
sucking fruit I don’t know the name of
and this I would give you my love:
something sweet and strange upon your tongue
CHORUS
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5. |
The Knee
06:02
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THE KNEE
My words are tired,
they buckle at the knee
finding all the corners
and crashing into things
Oh but stay a little while
and sit with me
We could find a way to talk
without speaking
Come a little closer
Promise I won’t hurt ya
Oh I’ve had the most wretched
awful day
I’d tell you all about it but
I just wanna sway
Hold my gaze a little longer
Why else would you bother?
How we gonna turn this thing around?
I’ll take the tiller and
you can take the bow
And we’ll seek the quiet
Tell me if you find it
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Gillian Grassie Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Gillian Grassie is an American singer-songwriter and harpist who splits her time between Philadelphia and
Berlin.
"It’s rare to hear a young singer with such control and understated soulfulness, and even more rare to hear a harp provide such a deep percussive groove. I was immediately captivated by her sound.” - Grammy-winner Marc Cohn
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