intimate

by cloud clinic

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released November 12, 2014

myself, my uke, and arists i have covered

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Track Name: with you
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
Track Name: racehorse: get married! (jordaan mason cover)
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
Track Name: on the cold, or lack thereof
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
Track Name: vintage red (jay jay pistolet cover)
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.
Track Name: goodbye, see you later!
goodbye, goodbye.
see you later.