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PROPHET
03:47
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Met a prophet on a couch sayin', you better write some songs
Write 'til your fingers bleed
Met a prophet on a couch sayin' do what I say
I'll give you everything
But they always forget about me
Don't forget about me
Well, who are you
And who am I to trust you
Are you just trying to prove you have something
To a woman with nothing
Or are you
Gonna make her your profit
Or are you
Going to make her your profit
He said be one track minded
to a woman with choice paralysis
Nearly scared her to death
Nearly scared her away for good
But she took the lure
And the line keeps leading her back
Who's to say
Trail of crumbs or a trap
Well, who are you
And who am I to trust you
Are you just trying to prove you have something
To a woman with nothing
Or are you
Gonna make her your profit
Or are you
Going to make her your profit
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2. |
SETTLE IN
04:07
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There's something boundless
Wild in that woman's eyes
Ooh that awkward identification
Sheds away in some kind of certainty
The way she settles in her body
Is something to see
The way she settles in her body
Is something to see
FORM,
Is an instrument for exploration
FORM,
Is an instrument for exploration
Not a trap, honey
Breathe,
Settle in deeper
Until that figure-background wash into each other
The tide comes, oh, it goes
The tide comes, oh, it goes
But always remains, baby
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3. |
HIPS
03:02
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I want to see you
Move those hips
The way you do
When you think no one's looking
I want you
To make your way
Over to me
With the music on in the background
Too loud to talk
So it's just bodies
And your eyes and mine
Just for a moment
Until we find
Our words again
I want to feel
What it's like
When your body
Is in rhythm with mine
Clumsiness and all
We don't have to tango
Like we're told
As long as we can count to four
We don't have to shag how they tell us
We can step how we like
Who's gonna know
After all, it's just bodies
And your hands in mine
Just for a moment
Until we find
Ourselves
Separate again
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4. |
WALKS ALONE
04:17
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Someone walks alone
Someone else follows steadily behind
With no expectation
Not exactly intending to step so closely
Magnetized, polar ends of the spectrum
Path is narrow, hands brush, lips touch
Flurry in chests, uncontrolled
They resist love
They resist it as well as they can
They exist in a flood
Of emotions triggered by chemical switches
And they're so unaware
And they're so unaware
Of it, goddamn
Goddamn
Someone walks alone
Someone else follows steadily behind
That's how it always starts
Just a little one-sided
And they're too aware
And they're too aware
Goddamn.
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5. |
PETTY
05:19
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About to move to a city
Where the first girl I loved is livin'
And I don't want to pursue her
But I do like to think in terms of revolutions
And by that,
I mean cycles
And by that,
I mean uprisings
Every thought process needs a little anarchy
Now, what does this mean
What are you trying to prove?
Are you gonna force us to find each other too
Oh well you see,
I'm not bitter
Matter of fact,
She was the one
That forced me to learn
To revel in the suffering
But I do still hope
If she ever sees me perform
She's still unpurposefully
Wanting to kiss me
I know that's petty
But hey,
Victims got to have fun too, don't they?
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6. |
SLEEP GOOD
05:16
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She's got a soul covered in soil
Sullied by dirt, purified by work
Pure intention with holes in her jeans
Right below the knees
W o o o o r n
Worn like her skin
Rough like her hands
In the open sun
That lets her sleep good in the evening time
Hair in tangles, jeans rolled up
Thick-skinned woman
Weeds in hand
I think I see the silhouette of god
Disheveled and tall
In the glaring sun
She ends her days late
When the sun falls
Then pulls out her five strings
and plays and sings a throaty spell
Over the sowed rows
Like you've never heard before
She's not afraid of her lack of control
Oh no
With this purpose in her bones
She sits atop her throne of dirt
Just howlin',
Howlin' to the heavens and Earth
To the heavens and Earth
Hair in tangles
Thick-skinned woman
I think I see the silhouette of god
Hair in tangles
Thick-skinned woman
Sleep good
Find your liberation in morning
Again
Again
Mmhmm,
Find it again
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7. |
LET'S TAKE A TRIP
03:43
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Let's take a trip to a place we've never been before
Let's throw a dart on a map and just go
And feel this freedom we've been afforded
And leave this claustrophobic facade
Ooh, thrill me
Exhilarate me
Let's take a trip to a place we've never been before
Just to never go again
So it just exists in our minds
For a moment
Ooh, thrill me
Exhilarate me
Ooh, thrill me
Exhilarate me
And I'll thrill you too
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8. |
BONUS: Dance, Please
02:15
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Baby, let's meet by the trees
we'll will our days away under the magnolia leaves
I'm ok with you in the sunshine
I'm ok with you, really, anywhere at all
wooooooo woo woo
wooooooo woo woo
Yaaaaaaa yee yaaa
Yaaaaaa yee yaaa
ba be de de de da
I don't know why I was drawn to you
But it feels like a moth to a light
natural
There's no denyin' the pull
There's no denyin' the pull
So, what do you say
So, what do you say
SO, WHAT DO YOU SAY.
Meet me by the leaves
We can run away into the trees
Run away from this world that tries so hard to bring you to your knees
I won't revere what you tell me to
I won't revere it, no.
I'll decide my own sacred thoughts.
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Bjorge Washington, D.C.
Oh hello there.
xox,
Oona Bjorge MacDougall
Instagram: @bigfootbjorge
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