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Mysteries
04:30
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No one’s ever sweat their palms for me before
No one ever volunteered to drive halfway
Only chase was following them out my door
Cutting them in song to not beg them to stay
I ran through hope like a sneaker-stomped ribbon
To no cheers, tramPLED cups, but I had forgiven
Myself And resigned that if I couldn’t know love
I could at least know everything
I thought I had it all figured out
Wonderment in flames, awe was for the bereft
But I couldn’t be happier to be wrong
If a hand I don’t believe in
Has some mysteries left
His arm in the disposal for my grandmother’s ring
Did she see us fall asleep holding hands last night?
Took a minute to tell her with his head in the sink
That yes I know that’s how you slept with your husband ‘til he died
Left hearts in the raindrops on my windshield
I giggled like a cursing kid
Bringing joy in from the storm I had never considered
But I didn’t know a lot of things he did
I ran through hope like a sickbed prayer
Let it go, into the night, and bequeathed the despair to
Myself
And resigned that if I couldn’t know love
I could at least know EV-erything
I thought that I had it all figured out
Apostate of wonder, awe was for the bereft
But I couldn’t be happier to be wrong
I’m a miserable heathen
But there are mysteries left
Little fireworks
Phantom crossettes in the backyard
That's all I wanted
No flayed fingers on the sparks
Fewer singed eyelashes
Fewer migraine plumes
Hope was laughter I had heard
From the other room
but this time I sparked something that can stay
I didn’t know that I could still feel this way
I thought that I had it all figured out
An annulment of wonder, hope was for the bereft
But I couldn’t be happier to be wrong
Looked askance and tried a thank you
for the mysteries left
…Thank you for the mysteries left
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Mysteries (Acoustic)
04:28
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No one’s ever sweat their palms for me before
No one ever volunteered to drive halfway
Only chase was following them out my door
Cutting them in song to not beg them to stay
I ran through hope like a sneaker-stomped ribbon
To no cheers, tramPLED cups, but I had forgiven
Myself And resigned that if I couldn’t know love
I could at least know everything
I thought I had it all figured out
Wonderment in flames, awe was for the bereft
But I couldn’t be happier to be wrong
If a hand I don’t believe in
Has some mysteries left
His arm in the disposal for my grandmother’s ring
Did she see us fall asleep holding hands last night?
Took a minute to tell her with his head in the sink
That yes I know that’s how you slept with your husband ‘til he died
Left hearts in the raindrops on my windshield
I giggled like a cursing kid
Bringing joy in from the storm I had never considered
But I didn’t know a lot of things he did
I ran through hope like a sickbed prayer
Let it go, into the night, and bequeathed the despair to
Myself
And resigned that if I couldn’t know love
I could at least know EV-erything
I thought that I had it all figured out
Apostate of wonder, awe was for the bereft
But I couldn’t be happier to be wrong
I’m a miserable heathen
But there are mysteries left
Little fireworks
Phantom crossettes in the backyard
That's all I wanted
No flayed fingers on the sparks
Fewer singed eyelashes
Fewer migraine plumes
Hope was laughter I had heard
From the other room
but this time I sparked something that can stay
I didn’t know that I could still feel this way
I thought that I had it all figured out
An annulment of wonder, hope was for the bereft
But I couldn’t be happier to be wrong
Looked askance and tried a thank you
for the mysteries left
…Thank you for the mysteries left
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Sweaty Lamarr New Jersey
Sweaty Lamarr is the music project of Tara Giancaspro, a singer-songwriter who splits her time between Hoboken and Philly. She began writing music and singing in March 2020. Her next release, an alternative country EP called A Little Bit Cuntry, A Little Bit Rock & Roll, is set to debut in 2022, and will feature "Abbey, I'm Sorry I Stole Your Man," a sequel to "Jolene" from Jolene's perspective. ... more
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