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1.
Little Films 04:19
little films that fade from sight little flashes of color little snippets of sound and light little ghosts uncovered playing catch with you at a stoplight or was that somebody else it’s hard to keep all these memories straight when you keep them locked away on the top shelf but I put in you in every box I could find and the bottom, it fell out every time and I made running look easy with the trail of memories I left behind another sad, foggy detail dancing on the sidelines of how wrong everything went the lie I told you of how we just ran out of time and I said this is what we do we make plans, they fall apart we fall down and we pick ourselves up try and make a new start and you said you put down roots you tend a garden till it grows but what good is planting seeds when you always reap the sadness you’ve sown and I saw the same man down on the corner holding the same dirty sign does he still have your change in his pocket wearing your coat down on airport drive another sad, foggy detail dancing on the sidelines of how wrong everything went the lie I told you of how we just ran out of time and I remember that your hands were small but big enough to hold my head up surely that can’t be all that those years were made of…no…. another sad, foggy detail dancing on the sidelines of how wrong everything went the lie I told you! another sad, foggy detail dancing on the sidelines of how wrong everything went the lie I told you of how we just ran out of time
2.
Love Story 03:54
it’s a Friday in autumn it’s the third of September and these are the details the director says we should remember there’s a scene where you shake your head but still give her a second chance cause this was a story marketed to families and fans of true romance and she’d always be true we heard her say it at the start and the setting was idyllic the script said: central park and we all know she meant it so it can’t all be her fault an unexplained plot twist for now they’ll leave us in the dark and no one pays to leave the theatre in tears with soft, sore hearts except all the critics and those always afraid it’s about to fall apart but it might end happ’ly and what else have we got to do except cling to the edge of our seats and watch her fall in and out of love with you and she’d always be true we heard her say it at the start and it wasn’t just once it seems she said it a lot and we all know she meant it so it can’t all be her fault if they fell out of love if it came to a screeching halt it’s a Friday in autumn it’s the third of September and these are the details the director says we should remember
3.
Anti-Hero 05:07
i dreamed last night that i lost the first vampire i ever loved to the cold and snow of Michigan and those six months of staying up till the dawn have changed my entire life i’ll never be the same again and on nights when i can’t sleep i touch my neck and think of him looking for the scars i know he’s left the evidence of how i know he’s changed me the blood i know he must have kept and i blinked and then he charmed me he totally disarmed me but reminded me to keep the shutters closed cause he was willing, but only somewhat or maybe that was me, cause at this point no one really knows he was the first time i stayed up till five to go to work at six my eyes were heavy but i held on cause otherwise i’d never got a first kiss and i blinked and then he charmed me he totally disarmed me but reminded me to keep the shutters closed cause he was willing, but only somewhat or maybe that was me, cause at this point no one really knows or maybe it really was that easy he just made his mix tapes and moved along knowing all he ever had to do was write me some great line from an indie rock’n’roll song and i blinked and then he charmed me he totally disarmed me but reminded me to keep the shutters closed cause he was willing, oh, but only somewhat or maybe that was me, cause at this point no one really knows
4.
the film unreels before me, the celluloid of all these years and I still can’t see you but I hear you telling me we’ll play it by ear and this is so far out of tune that i'm not good enough to fake it so i close my eyes and say goodnight to the moon feel sorry for the winter trees, so cold and naked. but I, I crinkled my smile and hid my eyes from the sun and I was impatient when you asked if you were the only one we’re such good actors – do we feel, or just think we should? and I swear that I’d come clean if I, if I thought I could. and you gave it all, but it all slipped through the cracks and i threw a kiss over my shoulder, but i forgot to look back and i want to be witty and clever, or at the very least – kind. but i’ve forgotten all the words that used to be so easy to find. but i, i crinkled my smile and i hid my eyes from the sun and i was impatient when you asked if you were the only one we’re such good actors – do we feel, or just think we should? and i swear that i’d come clean if i…if i thought i could. and i’m aware that you’d be good for me if only i would let you be but mutiny comes in every shape and size and by now my jumping ship should come as no great surprise and i, i crinkled my smile and i hid my eyes from the sun and i was impatient when you asked if you were the only one we’re such good actors – do we feel, or just think we should? and i swear that i’d come clean if i…if i thought i could.
5.
Signposts 04:40
there were signposts pointing every which way as we were loading boxes in the car and autumn leaves fell in the trunk, covering up, the evidence we’d fallen so far. and I made out like it was no big deal – I made out like I was coming home! this is the scene where I made out like a bandit and I made off with all that I could handle and thou shalt not steal! the heart of the one you try to heal leave the healing in the hands of those who understand the power of the drugs they hold will mailboxes always take me back to you? the little red flags, signaling need. saying stop here, please don’t forget me! cause I have something that someone wants to see. and the smell of rain on dirty city streets – the pavement worn and cracked and tired. reminds me: I never liked it much here anyway. still, it feels strange without saying goodbye. and thou shalt not steal the heart of the one you try to heal leave the healing in the hands of those who understand the power of the drugs they hold and you are a decision I have made you are stolen goods I can’t take back and even if there are things that I would undo by now …it’s a little bit late for that.
6.
Moving Day 04:14
well I looked up and I shielded my eyes as another one, it fell from the sky it’s raining good intentions but they hit the ground too hard smash in a million pieces and scatter through the yard where I tried to plant some flowers where I tried to fit this town well I got mine and you got yours but was there really not enough to go around? and another one hits me as i try to step aside all the things that i had packed away are now out here on the outside garage sale, it’s moving day we’re selling off our things the chair is five, the stereo’s six and i won’t take less than twenty for this pair of gold foil rings
7.
Amelia 04:22
well i waited till it got good and hot and everyone went to the water and i was thinking how amelia took her plane to sea and they never caught her and the mailbox is at the house not the road so i can’t just leave this letter and run and i pay the kid next door my last dollar and hope it’s enough for him to get the job done and it’s easier to think you just didn’t notice when i snuck away and it’s more romantic to consider that the letter just didn’t get delivered and it’s not that you just had nothing left to say i told him i’m tired of being known in small small circles as the girl that could have – but didn’t the one who had everything lined up in a row and then walked away, indifferent and he just scuffed his shoes on the sidewalk and kinda cocked his head up at me sideways he checked the dollar bill to see if it was real and glanced over my shoulder, out towards the freeways and he said it really is this hot, we learned in school that the earth is baking and i was thinking about the last plane to Bermuda – was it a risk worth taking? maybe she’s been there faking it all this time and i almost always woke up first the sun hitting my face on its way through the blinds there was no way to know in that comfortable bed in that comfortable time that the sun was breeding cancer in my head a good excuse for how it came about that our cars are parked in separate driveways and you never leave the house and you never do go out and I think she probably went down somewhere but it hurt less over water than the pavement and I kinda think that little boy read it and even with his 10 yr old logic saw that maybe it was better thrown away thrown away and it’s easier to think you just didn’t notice when i snuck away and it’s more romantic to consider that the letter just didn’t get delivered and it’s not that you just had nothing left to say
8.
No Sense 05:02
your face is so so white the eraser did its job if i didn’t know then i wouldn’t know your eyes were so so blue i dropped it all inside and then i sealed the box and then i lit the fuse i kicked off the bomb and let it all go to hell and there’s no sense in any of this what good’s a memory without a face or a voice? and it’s all smudged looks like the ink has run on all the half-drawn sketches i stored inside my head so it’s like a horror show it’s all i’ve got to show in these silent films you’re always faceless but somehow i know it’s you you try to speak to me for all i can tell you are screaming of stolen things broken dreams and mistakes i am making and there’s no sense in any of this what good’s a memory without a face or a voice? and it’s all smudged looks like the ink has run on all the half-drawn sketches i stored inside my head your face is so so white the eraser did its job if i didn’t know then i wouldn’t know your eyes were so so blue
9.
I said I’ll call you soon and like that I closed the phone pulled the plug on another love and now I’m chasing the rain and hoping I’ve still got time enough and I, I chronicle every mile from when I, I crossed the state line from when I left Texas to the exit where I thought I’d leave this behind… and the cotton fields spread far their flowers like early snow on the ground and the flat shades of gray and blue sky spread the space above and all around and at least I am grateful to be driving east the sun is in my eyes but it just means fewer time zones between you and me and I’ve never been good at figuring out what to do and I’ve never been able to hear the small voice they tell me to listen to and I’ve never been able to sit still and look around at what’s been lost I always just rush ahead, no head for numbers and rarely do I calculate the cost but that don’t mean I don’t find myself thinking about all my sins and when and how I’ll find the time and money to pay for them and all the times I stood there – weak – and toed the line I dragged my foot through the dirt and made it blur and then I changed my mind and I’ve never been good at figuring out what to do and I’ve never been able to hear the small voice they tell me to listen to and I’ve never been able to sit still and look around at what’s been lost I always just rush ahead, no head for numbers and rarely do I calculate the cost
10.
stripes of colors on the flowers and we are loading up the car you got a backpack and i got a handbag and we are trading barbs about the evolution of a heavy language and where the words come from anyway and I find I’ve swallowed the sun I’m exploding with this April day and maybe with just enough help and the lights all turning green we could get out of here without looking back there’s nothing wrong with fleeing the scene tell me where your loyalty lies in your poetry or your prose cause around here only film stars are national heroes and the eels are singing loudly track one on a homemade mix tape I’m hanging my head out the window I’m scaring little old ladies with their mouths agape as we fly past at the speed of song making more noise than we have the right it’s a small town, there are laws against this but we’re singing, they blink, and we’re out of sight and maybe with just enough help the lights all turning green we could get out of here without looking back there’s nothing wrong with fleeing the scene it’s too clichéd to be bonnie and clyde but we won’t make it if we keep laying low and around here only film stars are national heroes and this sunburn, it is my souvenir of a day lived outside the law this soft sweet kiss, this hand in mine the winter that we thought would never thaw and maybe with just enough help and the lights all turning green we could get out of here without looking back there’s nothing wrong with fleeing that scene it’s too clichéd to be bonnie and clyde but we won’t make it if we keep laying low and around here only film stars are national heroes
11.
don’t you come in here and tell me how the story goes cause i know a lot of things that you don’t know and they don’t know either and no one will understand how this quilt got pieced together and don’t even try to start throwing things i’ve glued down all the furniture and breakables i’ve put away the best pieces and all we have left are our hands and what we hold in them so i could make you a cup of tea or you could kick a hole in the door are you going for an oscar or are you happy with an independent film award would you like to give your lovely speeches or are you content to stay underground only recognized in your hometown don’t you come in here and say i broke your heart cause it’s cheap for an ending and doesn’t even begin to start to unravel what we’ve done here cause it’s inflammable, and this blanket that we’re covered with will likely go up in smoke and don’t even try to start throwing things cause it’s completely against your character and the audience will never fall for this one you’ll be called an over-actor you better, better go for subtle or downcast or i could make you a cup of tea or you could kick a hole in the door are you going for an oscar or are you happy with an independent film award would you like to give your lovely speeches or are you content to stay underground only recognized in your hometown cause everyone loves the lovable loser when he’s up on the big silver screen hold your head high and pretend you don’t see the holes cause only by playing dumb are you gonna steal this scene.
12.
Fireworks 05:00
well I can take your picture down now and put up new ones of happier times and not be afraid of your angry ghost with its face like sucked limes that sour expression may very well be my fault but it’s time now for me to let that go there will be less checking around corners for the thumbs-up man to give me the say so and sometimes there aren’t fireworks, and the explosions go pop quietly in the night – a misfire or two that no one can explain. sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light… it will not light up the sky will you come haunting my last good breath? i think there will be more good breaths for us both. is it okay for me to smile when i wake up instead of worrying about if you’ve climbed off that rope? and i had faith that it all would pass but it wasn’t until i saw exactly how that i was able to somewhat understand the way these things sometimes work out… and sometimes there aren’t fireworks, and the explosions go pop quietly in the night – a misfire or two that no one can explain. sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light… it fails to light up the sky.
13.
do you suppose you could kiss me goodbye one last time before I go? the frame’s still on the mantle and I know – I know – I promised not to argue. do you suppose you could play the part for just a few more bars cause I’ve found grownups are no fun to play with and I’m always so tired these days. and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say? and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say? do you suppose that you’ll miss me much when we are really apart? and not this in between that we’ve played at while we trampled on our hearts. do you suppose that you’d write me a song to get me through this cold? the winter’s so heavy inside my mouth it’s like a warning i’ve been told. and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say? and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say? do you suppose you could kiss me goodbye one last time before we’re through? the frame’s still on the mantle and I know – I know – I promised not to argue.
14.
it’s a Friday in autumn it’s the third of September and these are the details the director says we should remember there’s a scene where you shake your head but still give her a second chance cause this was a story marketed to families and fans of true romance and she’d always be true we heard her say it at the start and the setting was idyllic the script said: central park and we all know she meant it so it can’t all be her fault an unexplained plot twist for now they’ll leave us in the dark and no one pays to leave the theatre in tears with soft, sore hearts except all the critics and those always afraid it’s about to fall apart but it might end happ’ly and what else have we got to do except cling to the edge of our seats and watch her fall in and out of love with you and she’d always be true we heard her say it at the start and it wasn’t just once it seems she said it a lot and we all know she meant it so it can’t all be her fault if they fell out of love if it came to a screeching halt it’s a Friday in autumn it’s the third of September and these are the details the director says we should remember

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Shimmering folk/rock that plays like a little movie in your head, leaving its catchy melodies, smart lyrics, and tight harmonies hanging around for days.

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released September 27, 2006

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Vanessa Peters Austin, Texas

Indie singer/songwriter from Texas. Musician, Italophile, Virgo, coffee nerd, food lover, bossy-pants, big ol' softie.
I've released 10+ albums and played over 1000 shows in 11 countries. I'm not done yet.

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