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My Year​-​long Record

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by Bo Bedingfield

 
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Loud & Slow 04:07
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The Despondent Correspondent 03:09
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I Knew The Place Was Burning 04:00
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ICD-9 311.0 04:13
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Texas Grrls (Somnambulator) 04:15
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released 10 March 2010
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Track Name: Loud & Slow
One day I will ride up to you with a team of horses. The flames in my eyes will be blue and I will light your doorway.

The straightest line from my head to my heart is my throat. So I pour them back and sing loud and slow.

A few drinks and a love without end and my black boots shining. When the respect of a long-known friend is all I wanted.
Track Name: The Despondent Correspondent
In the office, on the phone. I tried to call you but you're not at home. I shuffle papers, adjust my chair. I run my fingers slowly through my hair.

I can see all the downtown bars, lunching on the roof and throwing pennies at cars.

I drink and drink, and slink through doors, and hum my high school fight song, and write about the war. I read the papers, so I know the score. I know the shit I do don't pay anymore.

I can see all the downtown bars, standing on the roof throwing bottles at cars.

Hallelujah. Hand me a beer. It's been a strange couple years.
Track Name: I Knew The Place Was Burning
When I knew the place was burning, I knew I'd need a ride. Eight floors up I worked and watched the smoke and cinder fly. Then we met up at Cutters. I knew right then I'd be lit long before the fire died. But I never knew I couldn't treat you right until I tried.

I get it from my mother or from her family's side. This pining through the days and pacing endlessly at night. Or maybe from my father. The day that I was born I knew that something wasn't right. But I swear I never knew I couldn't treat you right until I tried.

What kind of man can't clear his own bars he's set himself so low? But I knew the place was burning.
Track Name: ICD-9 311.0
It's springtime and all my friends are in the hospital.

All the dew upon the southern knoll shimmers like saline on an I.V. pole or the sera in a central line.

I don't know why I'm lonely all the time. There must be some pathology, some rip or tear from lack of care in the fragile fabric of the old synapses

It's springtime and I'm holding it between the lines. Another job as an office clerk. The building's new but I know the work: poring through the ICD-9

All the lonely nurses and all the next of kin stretch against the furniture as the day begins.
Track Name: Texas Grrls (Somnambulator)
Hello, Texas girls. I am slowed and slurred in a Waco bar, drunk and uninsured. From a place in darkness to your light.

There's a group of friends across from where I am. This one's half-way drunk. That one's born again. From a place in darkness to The Light.

Save me for your last dance because I sway like my father's son. With a lilt in my past tense, a poor navigator, I'm a somnambulator.