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any day of the week
04:54
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like a daisy, poking up out of the ground
she says it's crazy, pretending I don't wanna be found
look it sounds fine, but there's nothing but the blood in the sink
I'll cut up a fresh line, and drop it in whatever you drink
there's no cannibal like mine
he likes to make me undress
I only say that it's fine
when my mirror is a fucking mess
how am I supposed to unwind?
hell, I haven't even taken a guess
the street runs on it's own time
it'd take a plague to get fucking blessed
any day of the week
still too generous, he's dragged around and mystified
someone told us, every answer was kept inside
time to focus, before I'm just another thing that died
such short notice, twenty years of being buried alive
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moonbeam
03:32
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sinking under as the lady of the lake
offers you to sit and stay
but you can't choose to live with her there
because you can't pay the rent that way
so you slip, and you sleep on the couch
and you sink, while you're thinking about
whether the waves would ever really care
that you got there on your own
what's wrong with it, you don't mind living in the morning
as your family starves to death inside a cardboard house
so put it out, maybe luck will trip and fall on it's face
oh shit, I always forget what I was doing here in the first place
ain't it a shame she never gets here
ain't it strange that they never change here
my ghost races ahead of the quiet
waiting for a clearer view of the stars to electrify it
while I was drinking with a moonbeam
he was fucking with the prom queen
but I swear I heard her calling my name
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3. |
shadows
03:58
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when you're losing time it gets harder to pull on every loose string
ducking under the assumption that if you get isolated you can do anything
waiting around for miss anonymity to pull alongside
wishing on coincidence for a ticket to ride
American blood and liberty splashed across unsure state
fires in the eyes of every average Joe on the street
beating your wife and burying innocence is done behind the door
we don't really wanna drag it out, it breeds people afraid of the dark
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look, I now I'm gonna hate it, because I said I would
you don't ever have to turn around and wash into the gutter like they say you should of
I don't think we've always been unkind, we've just been on the run
leaving nothing but shadows behind
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three in the morning under a full moon, I'm walking through a ghost town
someone left on all the neon, it helps to peel away the train sound
headphones drip, fall in my soul
look for my little bird letters, look for the gap in the wall
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4. |
in the dark
03:42
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mah heart is a volunteer
it's never tired, it only thinks about how
shit comes around, but it's not from around here
she tries to calm me down
in the dark
we all have the same dream
sometimes
it's who you are
below the finite form
the greatest trick since the parting of the red sea
the longest night since Homer wrote The Odyssey
her legs ignite, and I hope I can hear it fall
we burst the night, the FBI records our phone-call
I want to have nothing left
she finds a way to get it to me
on her invisible sound
her arched back like a Siamese cat
her lines are found
(in the dark)
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they came down from outer space
to take over the human race
you don't believe
when you do
they're already after you
when you sleep they replicate you
when they're done they mutilate you
throw the rest away
it could happen any day
invasion
of the body snatchers
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distance
04:12
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people aren't defined at a distance
by their rented apartments and their used cars
closer life resonates with phantom-like gesture
like children with their mother
watching it leave stirs me like an ocean
a studied love that foams on the beach
crashes with a fuss
and sinks back
temporary impression left on snow
in the back row it's like a changing design
permanence laughs as we try to detect
are we the echo in the architect
arrows of song
fire
submission
collides into my angle
while serenity dangles above the spider
she could drown inside it
I could drown beside her
anchor raindrop, beat the wall
stay divided, avoid the fall
and in love's great nest for another day
blow, like smoke, go away
without a name, without a care
without fame, without prayer
satisfaction keeps us away from the ledge
why do we spend our time looking over the edge
what can be defined at a distance
thinking what can be defined at a distance
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cement
03:13
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lost in the cities of the red night
as god slides along the floor
landlocked in the gallows
display my bones in a blackened bowl
I can't afford another mood shift
and still pretend that I have control
Xerox a copy of my fingerprints
hang it over the hole in the wall
is looking for big love worth much
a pale girl in a red sheet
stagger into her payroll
still fuzzy from the wet street
spare parts in apartments
torn away from the ligaments
living lifetimes in bedrooms
and falling asleep
I can almost see a theme here
I can almost see the future too
I can't wait to give you the news
amantillado and cement on my boot
a thousand tiny little switchblades
let loose on your decadent street
nova sardonic as the blade dips
severing the head of the king
dead kids with squirt guns
from far away it's a normal thing
shit, somebody call ambulance
here comes another metal murder machine
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until I'm yours
04:30
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they're fine, curious
lonely, searching
romance, the iron gate
shelter, collar
separate, separate, separate
shackled iris, washed away
under it, over it
--I'm not sure
this person that you love
will hurt you in ways you were not aware
abstract eyes, and stomach itch
say please don't squeeze me until I'm yours
I can't believe I'm down in the corner
missing the queen of turpentine
I call out to Lupita, on the face of the moon
she cries
please don't squeeze me until I'm yours
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here
04:14
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sometimes the clouds forget about flowers
and sit in the afternoon
and while the wind breathes over the trees
it leaves heaven to it
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from the picturesque to the connoisseurs
from the baroness to the carnivores
from the labored hands to the bed sores
from here to there
from the living room to the mid-west
from the streets of Rome, to the undressed
from your shaking nerve to her treasure chest
from here to there
from the stray dogs to the ink wells
from the beached whales to the church bell
from the statuesque to the carousel
from here to there
from the romance to the dragnet
from the hotel to the soaking wet
from the cradle to the cigarette
from here to there
sometimes the clouds forget about flowers
and flowers sit in the afternoon
from good to god sometimes it rains anyway
that's where we are
(that's who you are)
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