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another starry night
04:47
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you think about Vincent walking through Europe
hanging above colored dirt in a bowl
catching the yellow city with feeling
negotiating the art from the ceiling
figure that's where it all should be
in the backseat looking up at the stars
there's a hum in the car down the highway you're on
lover drives you home and your hair's getting long
something crawls, limits your feeling
what would it take to make a break for it?
something bright, catching your eye
how much would you lose to capture it?
nothing left to give you today
besides you can't tell anyone anything anymore, anyway
I wonder if she'll notice, well she just might
underneath the cold stars of another starry night
she asks, "is this your first time?"
pretend that you don't mind
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the rabbit
04:56
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a single stroke of identity
where abandon and barren meet
and shake your stick at the devil and come at me
like a rock-n-roll record
pressed from the good one, the first one
beat my mind like a martyr
across waves of your wretched red water
don't drink the water like I do
convinced it's safe
a "no smoking" sign
a haunted silver lining
watch how it changes your mind
I don't want to say a word
I haven't said a goddamn thing
so fucking unsure
beside the sea, underneath the melody
I'd rather be the rabbit
jump into the fire
as soon as explain it
out on the east coast like rain on your raincoat
if you throw it away you'll never see it again
and lovers with different faces
a wet cast of human figures
reach down to something you missed
while the angel fingers her list
and waits in the colored light
motion across the colored light
decipher the stain-glass
who said "I do not want to die here alone again"
so go ahead and burn when no one's watching
just know I'm burning in the other end
and if I saw that asshole I'd rip an asshole anew
but I don't leave the house so who cares what I'd do
and if we cross the line here where would it end
my reply is lacking suspense
I'm in no mood for your dumb joke
patience plummets the closer I get to dead-broke
I'd rather be the rabbit
jump into the fire
as soon as explain it
out on the east coast like rain on your raincoat
if you throw it away you'll never see it again
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bliss
05:45
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there's somewhere I am supposed to be
the heart goes to the surgeon, wrist-deep
handling the edges precise
his mind on preventing the secret police
and a pulse pumps
deep blood
cross your fingers for
your savior
while men question what it takes
men that were around my age one time
blown into a vacuum
empty and clawing space
erupting delusion
division and the human race
you'd think we'd be happy
that we were actually born free
the sky is no father of mine
burning in hell, guilty of thought-crime
my nomad heart dreams
my bliss seems to be
dying in Mexico, woven into the seams of my lifeline
all in due time
for now I'll stick around
nobody wants to work for Mickey anymore
a stolen magazine from the drug store
reminds this isn't some brief place to be
this is my name and my eternity
in the kitchen my shadow whines
in the fire my left hand throws fireflies
salt of the earth doesn't help you go down
suspended in the shade of a small town
my nomad heart dreams
my bliss seems to be
dying in Mexico, woven into the seams of my lifeline
all in due time
for now I'll stick around
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real good
04:43
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she said make me come
and let me stay
pull it down, but don't pull it down all the way
I wanna be the kind of lover who would
take you away from any motherfucker
up from your thighs, catching your eyes
you'd say, "You're real good"
don't always work, but here's a love song
playing through the speakers at the school prom
she likes him in the dark gym
stick on your clothes and follow you home
her hair changing along with the season
an ache that I can't lose for some reason
jesus ice cold christ, don't listen to reason
let me see you when your hair is wet
out of breath, try and make me forget
I was all in on red but the wheel hadn't stopped yet
through my periphery a sunset
sweep the floors until they're nice and white
let the chessboards track your private mistake
kill your roaches, because they don't seem to mind
and write songs you can bury me in
stick on my clothes and follow me home
and say, "you're real good"
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