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Seen and Not Heard
04:39
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You spend hours and hours on end
Putting all your love into them
But I'm forgotten like a study in pen
I wish I were one of your painted portrait girls
Maybe I could be a still life work
I promise then I wouldn't speak a single word
And just for you, I could be seen and not heard
You could clean up my smudges with time
Define my shape, sketch new lines
You could soften my contours and pride
So, I could be one of your painted portrait girls
Maybe I could be a still life work
I promise then I wouldn't speak a single word
And just for you, I could be seen and not heard
I'd be immortalized under glaze
Dynamic pose, expressive face
You'd never want to look away
And I could live on in your lines and swirls
And I'd be a part of your world
So, can I be one of your painted portrait girls?
Maybe I could be a still life work
I promise then I wouldn't speak a single word
And just for you, I could be seen and not heard
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2. |
Inside Her [Explicit]
03:17
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3. |
A House is Not a Home
02:39
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I’m sorry there’s no couch
But we can curl up on the floor
I can’t play these old records
But I have this guitar
I’m sure you must be hungry
I don’t have a lot to eat
And all I have are mismatched dishes
A friend didn’t want to keep
But a house is not a home
If I can’t be with you
Baby, let’s turn down the lights
And start our life anew
I got to pick up a shower curtain
But I can run you a bath
I only have this one clean towel
But I can use the other half
Here, let me make the bed
And turn off my alarm
So, we can settle in for tonight
Into each other’s arms
But a house is not a home
If I can’t be with you
Baby, let’s turn down the lights
And start our love anew
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4. |
The Forest
06:01
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I cleared 700 miles
Just to prepare my life for two
But now I'm alone in the forest
Wondering if I could get over you
What if I bury your hair in the mountains
Or drop it off a bridge
And leave you in the Ohio
And never look back at it
I wake with your songs in the morning
And sleep with your ghost at night
And all of this seems pointless
Without you by my side
But I keep running through the motions
As if you're still around
We telephone long distance
But your heart is nowhere to be found
How could you?
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5. |
New Year's Eve
02:10
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Just calling to see if you have
Already made plans for tonight
I don't have any myself
I'm hoping that you just might want to
Stay in town and be with me
for New Year's Eve
I've made mistakes in my past,
That's something I won't deny
But there's something here between us,
I feel it, I see it in your eyes
So, can I resolve to have what you need
for New Year's Eve?
I know I'm in a bad place,
but I promise I'll be worth your time
I may end up heartbroken,
But it still won't make me change my mind about you
So, please don't stop seeing me,
It's only New Year's Eve
So, what do you say, baby,
Please tell me,
Will I see you tonight?
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6. |
Broken Doll
04:30
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You don't feel pain and love quite like the rest
You've come apart at both the seams across your chest
You've been played too hard and torn your dress
A lovely girl and such a beautiful hot mess
But there's no one else that loves you like I do, broken doll
Held together with old bubble gum and glue, broken doll
Plastic heart and sunken eyes and a missing shoe, broken doll
Matted hair, red painted lips, and bad tattoos, broken doll
You're not perfect like in magazines
But you got me pining, lost for words, and losing sleep
You're the kind of girl that makes them dream
You're the kind of girl that makes the boys weep
But there's no one else that loves you like I do, broken doll
Held together with old bubble gum and glue, broken doll
Plastic heart and sunken eyes and a missing shoe, broken doll
Matted hair, red painted lips, and bad tattoos, broken doll
You just looked so lonely and so sad
That I just had to take you down off your toy rack
I caressed your face and held your hands
And waited patiently for you to kiss me back
But there's no one else that loves you like I do, broken doll
Held together with old bubble gum and glue, broken doll
Plastic heart and sunken eyes and a missing shoe, broken doll
Matted hair, red painted lips, and bad tattoos, broken doll
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7. |
Fever
02:42
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Sick as dogs
As if we’re in love
But we’re just in lust
In a fog
Clawing at graves
And panting at dust
And you don’t want the ground beneath you
But I shouldn’t let you take it from me, too
Dear ol' Pa
Set us both up
For romantic trysts
And dear ol' Ma
Taught us there’s nothing more
to love than this
And you still think that that’s true
But I haven’t given in like our moms do
But even so
Would you hold me close
‘Til this fever breaks?...
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8. |
My Love's Grave
03:08
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The wind moaned behind the bird’s song
As I traced my name across the stone
I placed my hand where the grass had grown
I couldn’t feel her below, she’d really gone
But there you were
I laid every day at my love’s grave
Until I met eyes with you
We went to lunch dressed in all black
We flinched and giggled as our knees touched
I winced a little when I shared too much
So, I tried to brush it off with a nervous laugh
But there you were
So, I made my way from my love’s grave
And wept once more, for you
So, here’s a paper gift I made for you, my bride
With a blue touch of a new wind
As true a love as the return of spring
But the kids would just as soon I died
But there you were
I laid a bouquet at my love’s grave
And kept a few flowers for you
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9. |
Love in the Time of Hate
03:08
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My sweetest love
I don't know how I can keep us
Safe from this world
Safe from their harm
It's dark out there
And the love we have
The light we share
Ain't bright enough
They want to kill you
They want to kill me, too
For love...
Our babies' bones
May break from more
Than just sticks and stones
And words that hurt
We'll lay them down
Their tiny bodies
In hallowed ground
And weep wildly
They want to kill you
They want to kill me, too
For love...
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10. |
All the Miles
04:24
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I just drove the radio out of range
But I still can’t bring myself to change the station
It’s so lonely out on the road
But I have to find my own way
So, the static will see me go
All the miles between love’s sweetest touch
I feel as though you’re still right here with me
All the miles between us, my sweetest love
Please know my heart keeps moving to the same beat
My watch still reads the hour back at home
Even though I’ve long since left our own time zone
I’m so good at running away
But this is the first I’ve felt at home
So, the clock counts down the days
All the miles between love’s sweetest touch
I feel as though you’re still right here with me
All the miles between us, my sweetest love
Please know my heart keeps moving to the same beat
You won’t have to sleep alone
My hairs still in our bed
My scent on the pillow
You lay under your head
All the miles between love’s sweetest touch
Can you feel you’re always still right here with me?
All the miles between us, my sweetest love
Please know my heart keeps moving to the same beat
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Sheri Streeter Louisville, Kentucky
Post-folk songwriter Sheri Streeter laid claim to their place in the Louisville alt music scene with evocative narratives, forthright lyrics, and revealing vocals.
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