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intimate

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    hello!
    so like, this is totally free and everything, but if you do decide to give me money for this lil ep for whatever reason all money will go straight to my band peach pits in making us the best we can be!
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1.
with you 02:21
you make me feel alright you make me feel like i have nothing to hide and i am comfortable with you you hold me and i am okay although i cant see you every day i am at home with you in your lips i find belief something i though was impossible for me i am wholesome with you one day we'll get away from here with your hand in mine and no more tears i am in love with you i am so in love with you
2.
all lyrics belong to jordaan mason and the horse museum you fuck like a racehorse! it's your wedding day, say: yes you want to be pollinated frays of friction far too sacred we survive between our hunger dig our heads into the water memorize your casket, your mother patterns the space between your legs, i grab what's good of you you pluck fruit from my endless head re-arrange them to make your salt sweat bite snakes down for better shelter fridge your orgasm, make it colder we put our blood in bags, we don't want water and you hold me close inside the slaughter and you look so much better without that shit in your hair i mean, saddles if you need them, but i could ride you bare and you can swallow shotguns if you want to there are bullets in your paintings, if you want them there are hooks to hang your kill there are floodboards rising upward fields our fathers fled from, and bedrooms we don't dare go to i would like a word with you! you can swallow shotguns if you want to and you can shed the lions from your songs take the blankets off, show me under your clothes: the tattoos you don't have, but believe me, your body knows you can swallow shotguns if you want to it's your wedding day, say: yes aprons or rifles, anarchist? sleep in the slaughterhouses? quilts quiet made from our spit? i am letting all you horses go
3.
could you please turn off the furnace its too hot in here and the way you look has me nervous so why can't we get away and stay there, it's burning up here anywhere with you i cant take much more of your temper please hear me out i am so afraid of this i am so afraid of this i used to bathe myself in all the radiance that you once gave off but can't you see the way you destroy me touching your skin burns i never thought that i would want to find a better home i guess you leave me with no choice here and i am so alone i am so afraid of this i am so afraid of this i am so afraid of this i am so afraid of this could you please turn off the furnace it's too hot in here
4.
all original music belongs to jay jay pistolet (justin hayward young) you're a vintage red, beef well fed. you're the tuscan sun, you're the only one. all i really want, you see, is to know you through to some degree. you're the mountain air, all things fair. you are portefino, san marino, monte carlo, grand casino. all i really want, you know, is to know you through and take it slow for a while. you are everything to me, the last decree, the guarantee. i would go back underground if ever you were not around. you're a cashmere sweater, handwritten letter. you are blonde on blonde but a whole lot better. and all i really want from you, is a little time where time is due. you're a damn good read, i think we're all agreed that there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceed. so all i think there's left to say, is you ain't half bad; hell, you're okay to me. you are everything to me, the last decree, the guarantee. i would go back underground if ever you were not around. you are everything to me, the last decree, the guarantee. i would go back underground if ever you were not around.
5.
goodbye, goodbye. see you later.

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released November 12, 2014

myself, my uke, and arists i have covered

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