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Isabel

from Week's Time by Layperson

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If I count my blessings before I
Can hold them in my palm will I find
They’ve all gone?
Well I breathe out flames,
I roll my tongue like a regular
When I speak you name.
Darling, all the same,
I am a new installment,
I could be torn down in a day.

I pile you on to an already heaping plate
Cause falling for you feels exquisite,
Oh, it’s great.
The timing is terrible
So that’s where we put the weight
But I’m waiting for you, stay.
Damn the practical and drink to our delay.

Is anything as strange as getting older?
I lift your shirt back to where is has
Drifted off your shoulder
You got years on me yet
I try to speak beyond myself just to show you
That I’m worth it.
I kiss you on a Sunday,
You say, “Kiss me where you please,
Just come back someday.”

I pile you on to an already heaping plate
Cause falling for you feels exquisite
Oh, it’s great.
The timing is terrible
So that’s where we put the weight
But I’m waiting for you, stay.
Damn the practical and drink to our delay.

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from Week's Time, released February 17, 2014

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Layperson Portland, Oregon

Julian Morris situates his music at contrasting intersections.  It's a music that is at once emotionally urgent and yet brimming with graceful patience; tender and vulnerable while still forceful and resilient.

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