Ladies & Gentlemen...

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MARISSA NADLER

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Chelsea Hotel #2

Bird

tomorrow i’m gonna leave
a bird on your grave
and say a little prayer
for you

kyle says you’ve been dead
for a couple of months
and i’ve been thinking
your still here my friend
and i still have
your songs in my head
and your face engraved
into the glass of me

On Your Grave

tomorrow i’m gonna leave
a bird on your grave
and say a little prayer
for thee

and he misses you
when you’re gone
when you’re gone
you’re gone

tomorrow i’m gonna leave
a bird on your grave
with a note and i’m hoping
it will last for days
faded from flesh they put
flowers on your grave
with a great box of cedar
where they buried you

Marissa Nadler

Thinking

thinking of you
all through the morning
i’m thinking of you
all through the evening
i’m thinking of you
and the way that your holy water grew

i met a girl under the water
it made me recall how i wanted a daughter
but you never gave me nothing
that i could hold on to

but i wrote you letters by the phone
and i wrote you every night alone
but who are you walking around with
buttercup

Of You

he was my lord
and i was his lady
but i soon grew tired of the lazy days
when i moved away and i thought of him often
he came to me nights in my rose colored dreams

thinking of you
all through the morning
i’m thinking of you
all through the evening
i’m thinking of you
and the way that your holy water grew

but i wrote you letters by the phone
and i wrote you every night alone
but who are you walking around with
buttercup

Marissa Nadler

Mexican

oh to find
another lover
oh to lie
in the bed of another
breaking the bread
and raising the silver there
with you

and i dreamed your face
in the mexican summer
with texas above
to die with my brother
breaking the bread
and raising the silver there
with you

Summer

and i dreamed your face a million times
and i vowed to get you out
and i dreamed your face a million times
and i vowed to get you out
and i dreamed your face a million times

and i vowed to get you out

of here

oh to find
another lover
oh to lie in the
bed of another
breaking the bread
and raising the silver there
with you

Marissa Nadler

Marissa Nadler

Fifty Five Falls

Swan

Pond