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Apartment
04:36
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Will you move into my apartment?
I got a feeling about you
I think the stars are in alignment tonight
I know it’s fast, but if we do it now, we’ll make it last
Ad infinitum
Ad infinitum
Will you live in my
apartment?
And wake up before I do
To make us breakfast in the dark
And wake me up
Before the coffee’s gotten cold
But then I’ll sleep another hour
Oh I’ll sleep another hour
I’m gonna make you mad
But at least I’m feeling anything at all
I’m gonna make
you mad
But at least I’m feeling anything
You bought a philodendron
You said it’ll make it through the season
Just another reason to stay
You said
You said you’re gonna try
To keep the soil from getting dry
But then you usually forget
You always forget
You’re gonna make me raw
But at least I’m feeling anything at all
You’re gonna make me raw
But at least I’m feeling anything at all
We’re gonna make it good
If we try we could just make it after all
We’re gonna make it good
If we try we could just make it
I wanna watch movies on your tv
About reluctant lovers
Set in New York City
Circa 1998
When Kathleen Kelly fell for Joe Fox
And his golden retriever
I wanna squeeze your hand
When he wipes away her tears
She says
I wanted it to be you
I wanted it to be you so bad
I wanted it to be you
I wanted it to be you so bad
I wanted it to be you
I wanted it to be you
We’ll figure out in time
What is yours or mine
We’re gonna have it all
We’ll figure out in time
What is yours or mine
We’re gonna have it all
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2. |
Frank
04:10
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Let me Frank
Or let me be David
Ace from the womb
Inoculated
Hitting home runs with a bat made of steel
Giving high fives and slapping asses
Let me be Megan
Or let me be Sarah
Top of their class in Hatha yoga
Planking the earth with their abs made of steel
Flexible girls saluting the sun
I wanna be Sarah
I wanna be David
I wanna be a stud who can do the splits
I wanna be Megan
I wanna be Frank
I wanna be made of steel
May I be kind
And may I be patient
To the gut in my pants
And the junk in my basement
I’ll get my shit together this coming Monday
But first I’m gonna watch some tv
Your elbows and knees dry as a desert
My grandmother used to say to me
She’d rub them down
with cold Nivea cream
Before I could wear my favourite dress
I wanna be thin
I wanna be graceful
I wanna to be tidy, I wanna rich
I wanna be humble
But I want my skin to be shiny and wet like a
seals’
My mother said to pay no mind to Meghan
And go make friends with Sarah
You never needed braces so wave and smile
And show them how nice your teeth are
She told me to go play ball with David
Go take your wooden bat
The bat is too heavy for me to carry
She said not to worry
She said
Swing with that wooden bat and hit a single
Swing with a wooden bat and hit a single
There may be no fireworks, but little by little
You’ll be the champion
Swing with that wooden bat and hit a triple
Swing with a wooden bat and hit a triple
There may be no fireworks, but
Little by little
You’re gonna make it home
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3. |
Name Song
03:30
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Why can't you say my name?
Can you even pronounce it?
It looks a little different, I know that you're scared
You'll probably mess it up
I don't know what to tell you
But it won't hurt you when you do
Why can't you say my name?
Can you even announce it?
To a room full of your family
Like your mom or dad
Would you lower your voice when you get to the hard parts
I know I'd probably do that too
I wanna make it easy for you
But it looks how it sounds
I wanna make it easy for you
But it looks how it sounds
Just take a deep breath and sound it out slowly
I swear it's really pretty
Like an asteroid from space
I'm just a minor planet who wants some attention
Before I crash into the earth
I want you to say it
And I want you to know it
The way you know Oprah
Or even Jessica Biel
It's a lot to ask so I shouldn't expect much
It doesn't change how I feel
I wanna make it easy for you
But it looks how it sounds
I wanna make it easy for you
But it looks how it sounds
I don't know what exotic means but I think you're gonna tell me
Sounds vaguely erotic but in an unfamiliar way you say
You wanna get to know me better
I get that it's a lot of letters
Just give it your best shot
Why can't you say my name?
Can you even pronounce it?
It looks a little different
I know that you're scared
You'll probably mess it up
I don't know what to tell you
But it won't kill you if you do
I wanna make it easy for you
But it looks how it sounds
I wanna make it easy for you
But it looks how it sounds
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4. |
Lisa Turtle
04:13
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Remember that time we made out in my bedroom?
You said you didn’t plan for it to happen
But I know you’re keen on my discriminating fashion
I’m not like the other girls at Bayside
High school romance doesn’t mean much in the long run
But if we took it further, I know we could’ve had some fun
You’d carry my books and I’d wear your jacket
Cinnamon and Sugar on primetime TV
I’m Lisa Turtle and I know that you want me
I’m Lisa Turtle and I know that you want me
People say you’re into Kelly, but I think you know better
Cause I’m special
What if we’d gotten married?
And had two little kids
With caramel skin and dusty blond hair
I don’t care that you’re a preppy and you’re failing all your classes
I think you’d make a really great dad
Everyone would wanna be us
An interracial dream
I’d be build a fashion empire
You’d make us rich with crazy schemes
You’d roll the dice on wall street
Michelle Obama would wear my dresses
Could you have done that with Kelly Kapowski ?
I’m Lisa Turtle and I know that you want me
I’m Lisa Turtle and I know that you want me
People say you’re a bad boy, but I know that you’re good
Gimme a
B-A-Y-S-I-D-E
Gimme a
B-A-Y-S-I-D-E
Gimme a
B-E-L-D-I-N-G
Gimme a
L-I-S-A
Turtle
I’m Lisa Turtle and I know that I want you
I’m Lisa Turtle and I know that I want you
People say you’re a bad boy, but I know that you’re good
Because of your SAT score
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5. |
Extraordinary People
06:18
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I took you to the mall and bought you pants
I took the scissors cut the tags off
You called that romance
And I placed them in your dresser drawers
Behind that shirt you got for Christmas
You called my mother just to say hello
Perhaps to show that you’re my champion
Cuz only champions, will talk about the weather in my hometown
My mother said it should’ve rained by now.
Cuz we’re extraordinary people
Living ordinary lives
Lovers in a grocery store
Just waiting out the lines
I don’t know much about love
But I know that it's our time...
I told you that my body still gets tight
When I think about you holding her, in the middle of the night
Have you tried to remember or forget about the things we we said
Do you think that I’m a hero or a coward?
Did I pull you from the precipice or did I push you down
Do you feel your body getting tight now
Now that you’re holding me
Cuz we’re extraordinary people
Committing ordinary crimes
Poets with unpaid parking tickets
Apostles wielding knives
I don’t know any criminals,
But I know how to tell a lie
And I woke up in the night to find the light
I said I’m dying, you said your body’s lying to you
And you held me tight and rocked me left and right
Until the sun came up
We slept in the daylight
We slept in
Cuz we’re extraordinary people
Living ordinary lives
Angels giving handshakes in the middle of the night
I don’t see any angels, but I can feel your hand in mine
Cuz I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
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Tara Kannangara Toronto, Ontario
JUNO-nominated artist, Tara Kannangara is a second-generation, Sri Lankan-Canadian force of nature, giving you music that is deeply personal, genre-bending and culture blending. All this, encompassed by wild trumpet melodies, searing guitar lines, lush synths, and piercing lyricism will make you turn your head and listen. ... more
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