Thirty Love

by Joe Yoga

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Amateur Blonde Music Great words. Joe's voice reminds me of a time in New York before I got there, that I missed, but wished I hadn't. There is some neat mystery here. Favorite track: Untitled (Turtle Song).
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1.
I Think Not 01:04
Come on baby break my heart you know I need it Come on baby break my heart you know I need it Come on baby break my heart you know I need it Come on baby break my heart you know I need it see, you were the one that brought me here a snide remark from a friend it made me want to stay you just up and cornered me and said I'd had enough oh but i think not
2.
When it's just the roaches left we'll be slumped in our chairs we'll have really done it this time it will be cold but we will not complain we will carry the pain in our chests till it's just the roaches left when it's just the roaches left I bet they'll know it we'll have really done it this time it will be warm but we will not want for change they will crawl through my window they will dirty my hardwood floors they will like the dark and the quiet and the eventual feast and they will find my throw and they will leave it there and they will find my rags oh the things that they will know oh the things that they will know they will carry me old outdoors
3.
Write it so I can read it but just messy enough, alright? the old scaffold is good at looking out it will hide us all night a bus pulls in a bus pulls out you push me in and pull me out listen don't miss me, don't wave after the car just kiss me with everything you are i will burn this box of things when I make it over the bridge this is how it is and it has to be cool Everything is fleeting, everything but this will go away cause life is only sight and smell and taste and filling the blank page a bus pulls in a bus pulls out you push me in and pull me out don't miss me, don't wave after the car just kiss me with everything you are i will burn this box of things when I make it over the bridge this is how it is and it has to be cool two days, twelve states i'll be a little late but that's fine cause life is only wait and smoke and rain and keeping your story straight a bus pulls in a bus pulls out just so we're clear what this is all about don't miss me, don't attract a crowd find a set of ears to keep to the ground i will burn this box of things when I make it over the bridge this is how it is and it has to be cool
4.
i thought i would have the news today but all the words showed up late the race ain't to the swift but I can no longer wait fate is getting bored and confused but true love is made swiftly, unafraid with you i never want for more than just the closing of the elevator door alone with you i am not crazy i am not poor i am dumb but do not feel obscure but baby if it's true how do you explain that I am fated by the floor to tie one on in vain if i could be with you i wouldn't have to choose i'd put away my myths and find something true do not the desperate exclaim do not the coffee shops remain does not the edgy die and the milquetoast take its place the boring have the numbers and the rules but true love is made swiftly, unafraid the doors open, i get off on 12 the clever lines in books stayed on the shelf the things to make you love me that I could not write myself there is still more work for me to do but baby if it's true how do you explain that I am fated by the floor to tie one on in vain if i could be with you i wouldn't have to choose i'd put away my myths and find something true
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Dumb Luck 02:52
Look at all this horizon I'm what the punch-drunk earth comes up with And I burn in the sharp high sun Look at the cars they arrive in Look at my ugly feet in the damp damp sand Kill the mood Till they're right in front of you Nice to see you estranged friend Come and watch as the world ends It'll give up the attitude To get in one last dig at you (chorus) Drop your eyes and it feels great And just like that Before they see You don't ask but that's ok You wouldn't believe me anyway Look how the light that survives is Is all my laughed-out mouth can come up with All the waves crash out of tune How can I get this through to you You say “the moon” and it rises But your hands don't crack like they used to Blame your eyes blame the view Look at the road while you're driving So far the earth's dumb luck has saved us You got old, I got old too I guess we don't die when we think we do Drop your eyes, don't it feel great And just like that, I'm blown away You don't ask but that's OK You wouldn't believe me anyway
7.
I left my drink on the roof and I'm all torn up about it Angie's saying I don't know if you want it anymore well how is that supposed to help? it's probably all filled up with rain and the moon or knocked over and lapped up by the neighbor's dog and I know this all sounds like an excuse well all of me wishes that that were true I know what you think and I know what it looks like but it ain't like that I left my girl in her room and she's all torn up about it sporting lint I scream at the sky and I wonder what to do but none of these substances have a clue I know what you think and I know what it looks like but it ain't like that they all move through me spouting lies precision wanes and confidence it amplifies i sit at Morgan Ave just a shaky frame and nobody needs to hang it up to complain I know what you think and I know what it looks like but it ain't like that
8.
By the time I got to Brooklyn I was drunk down in to the river with my fun check the dance, the circumstance behind her change of gait by the time I got back in there I was straight the city hadn't looked so good in days take her hand, take the subtle change of plans across her face turn her on, to prove it was not only just a taste I win I take it all in and I make my way home but the light of the bridge how long has it been? I think about it I win but it just don't feel like it by the time I reached the N I was 20 years old think of all the fingerprints I've grown think of all the tragedy I have been sown I would not prefer to be alone not for all the secrets in your phone not for all the paper trails you left out on the road true to form we find a way to fit inside the folds I win I take it all in and I make my way home but the light of the bridge how long has it been? I think about it I win but it just don't feel like it By the time I am revived only true believers left inside and all the things your friends will say you did I do not need to know it I win I take it all in and I make my way home but the light of the bridge how long has it been? I think about it I guess i am wrong but it just don't feel like it
9.
When it's just the roaches left we'll be slumped in our chairs we'll have really done it this time it will be warm but we will not complain we will carry the pain in our chests till it's just the roaches left
10.
My Silencer 09:08
Went to bed hungry I woke up drunk drenched in her sweat the AC turned off I head to the bathroom turn off my phone, and crumple her note everyone i imagine was sleeping one off everyone I assume is not to be ignored breakfast is taking all afternoon so bring on the booze summer is a cruel pit every year I seem to have enough of it i love her but I don't care about love or I don't care enough walk around ugly, walk around done the first of the day, stringing along I move through the crowd handing out heat nothing is wasted except for me this ain't an audience this ain't a tour whatever my disease this ain't a cure all i do is come back with more bigger bricks for bigger walls a weakening core more well deserved metaphors the hottest of lovers, the baddest of beats the hardest of summers, playing all week nothing's expected, nothing's the same not even nature, not even my name east the bowery, the trenches and graves remain but south of delancey it's pretty much the same turn right on 2nd, walk down st marks the ghosts of the theater missing their scars don't faze in the slightest as they fall away it's an acquired taste Janice is immune to it every year she tries to make a deal with it I want her but I don't care what I want it's the curse of the fucked the subway explodes in front of my eyes I will walk home if I survive there is my window, there is my light I sit bolt upright out of the morning a car will arrive if she knows your name, let her inside out in the real world, our houses divide but here you can lie what is the task of the sober mind just what is it i'm supposed to leave behind? you are for real you are against me my silencer

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released August 26, 2014

recorded and mixed by Alex P. Wernquest
Fall 2013 in Brooklyn, NY

all songs written and performed by Joe Yoga
© 2014 Sunshine and Wind (BMI)

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Joe Yoga is an artist and producer based in New York City.

As a singer/songwriter he regularly plays venues all over NYC and beyond. Keep up with him at www.mrjoeyoga.com

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