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Kill No More
04:30
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I could kill myself with a fifth
I could live off the benefits
Just cause I’m broke don’t mean that I need fixed
I could fucking write a country pop hit
One day, I won’t have to Kill no More
One day, I won’t have to Kill no More
I could end up just like you
A slave to anyone who ask me to
Roll up your sleeves and do no harm
Got that tight red band around your upper arm
Someday, you won’t have to Kill no One
Someday, you won’t have to Kill no One
I could build myself that tiny house
Spend your money on a designer couch
Anything taken could’ve been given away
Honey, why you think they call it judgement day?
Someday, they won’t have Kill no More
Someday, they won’t have to Kill no More
I could kill myself with a fifth
I could live off the benefits
Just cause I’m broke don’t mean that I want fixed
I could fucking write a country pop hit
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No Surprise
03:27
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It should come as no surprise
They got your back till you speak your mind
It should come as no big loss
Fifty fifty odds that’s a coin toss
House to clean, mouth to feed
Girl over there I’d like to see
I can’t sleep I don’t eat
Cause if you ain’t free I’m not free
Turn you in without a complaint
Wait in a line so they can give up your name
It will fall without a raised fist
Anything he wants
He’s gonna get it
The skin on my body is a thin thin tightrope
I learned how to jump it when I was just a little girl
Standing in your bathroom
I’m plugging in the iron
When they come to get me, I’m gonna be on fire
That’s the way that we were brought up
If you don’t like then you can shut up
Once you learn it’s hard to forget
Turn the other cheek for a big, a bigger target
The hair on your head makes a fine fine fine ring
Chain of DNA holds memories of the suffering
Neighbors build fences so they can’t see the slaughtering
You can’t see it but it’s still happening
Anything he wants, he’s gonna get it
The skin on my body is a thin thin tightrope
I learned how to jump it when I was just a little girl
Standing in your bathroom
I’m plugging in the iron
When they come to get me, I’m gonna be on fire
The skin on my body is a thin thin tightrope
I learned how to jump it when I was just a little girl
Standing in your bathroom
I’m plugging in the iron
When they come to get me, I’m gonna be on fire
When they come to get me, I’m gonna be on fire.
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Dog 1
05:24
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She sniffs the corners
She’s looking for you
She don’t understand why we do those things we do
Drove you to the airport she didn’t see you leave
Walk her past the churchyard she sniffs the leaves
Plays fetch and catch
She had a ball
Ain’t no way to tell her what’s been going on at all
Every day that summer
I took her for a walk
Man, I wish my dog could talk
Smelled like cinnamon and he sat us on his knees
Said you’re the best girl in this whole wide world to me
He taught us latin en straelo en caelo
Taught me just how far down a woman has to go
Played fetch and catch he had a ball
Ain’t no way to tell him what’s been going on at all
He died of cancer from breathing too much chalk
Man, I wish my dead grandpa could talk
I clean up real nice I dress up real good
I don’t mind the splinters you can fuck me on the wood
Mirror mirror who is the fairest in the land
I been so good so long I can barely stand it
I play fetch and catch
I have a ball
Ain’t no one alive
Tell me what to do at all
Empty chairs empty tables I’m sleeping on the floor
Man, I wish this mirror was a door
I’m sick and tired of cleaning someone else’s mess
You can leave me now, leave with a bullet in your chest
How much explaining can one girl really take
Before she makes you meet your maker yeah that’s the one you made
I play fetch and catch
Got em by the balls
Ain’t no judge alive keep lo locked up at all
Every day at half past noon they let me take a walk
Man, I wish my dead boyfriends could talk
Well man, I wish my dog could talk
Man, I wish this mirror was a door
It’d be cool if you could have loved me just a little bit more
Well man I wish my dead boyfriends would talk
At least long enough to get me not locked up
Well man, I wish my dog could talk
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4. |
Gone Are the Days
04:26
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Gone are the days of leave and come back again
Gone are the days of nothing left but the stain
I wanna sneak like a rat off this sinking boat
Wrap both hands around my little throat
but Gone are the days of leave and come back again
Gone are the days of a foul or a fair weather friend
Gone are the days of dress up and playing pretend
I feel like the soap on a crust-covered pan
Pirates don’t ever stop searching for land
Gone are the days of babe you can be in my band
Gone are the days of leaving to come back and stay
Gone are the days of hoping you won’t make me pay
Clinging to the edge of that slippery slope
Headed feet first toward my failure to cope
Gone are the days of leaving to come back and stay
I feel like the soap on a crust-covered pan
Pirates don’t ever stop searching for land
Gone are the days of babe you can be in my band
Gone are the days of babe you can be in my band
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lowolf Asheville, North Carolina
Lo Wolf writes and performs from her Asheville, NC home. Her latest recording, Singe, has been described as “clever and bold," "an admirable and well rounded debut" and "achingly honest, rich, crisp and clear."
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