1. |
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(Hey now, whats the point of being afraid?)
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I thought I saw...
Ocala, was where we met,
To praise a child of what we knew no existence.
I thought I saw...
And from the start
I wore the word:
"To die here, yet not alone,
and mourn and steal, doomed to drugs"
Its due, the feeling - but these droogs are mine.
And we discovered it in lonely weights,
to make us sink into our place.
Hollow, and wide-eyed I saw:
Your lips are begging to be busted open,
Blue and beautiful like a plum,
Your lips are begging to be busted open,
Blood all over, in floods...
Into the burn, I laid the cost,
My lips all blue, encrusting childhood.
All thanks to you my ship had sailed.
The second we do something of worth,
its all rained out...
I believed in you, and your touch
was too much of a good thing indeed.
It's a shame no one believed in me.
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All work and no play
Makes the night a dull lay,
So take the boys down to the docks
and make their throats sing red,
oh oh oh oh.
I met a perfect isotope
her fingers bandaged, and I knew if I got too close
I would would pay for it...
But it was in everyone's interest.
And I walk home, alone that night,
I swear I saw your electric reflection and she reminded me:
"Why you hava go out and play with the dogs?
They only wana see you dead,
Wana see your head droop,
kissing the ground I swept
so, so, so-so (carefully)."
Doesn't mean a thing in the smoke,
"Monogamy is a killing joke"
- said the bathroom stall.
I took a piss just to show how much I cared about it.
And I walk home, alone, that night.
Or was there another?
By my side?
Was there another...
Someone I don't recall...
This is a story to tell your kids
to get them to go to bed
So when they've grown up and take drugs,
Get fucked up, fucked over...No one will know,
And all you can do is laugh.
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4. |
Little Fires
04:06
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Me and the boys:
Life in the trench.
No one can stop us,
fight through the change - .
Nothing. (could indent)
I see... (I see in)
(reminds me)
Of home (heartbeat)
(reminds me)
not
(of mountains, spiraling, smoke rings)
Still, lost
(of the car rides
Down the backstreets)
la polizia sont (j'espere pour...)
sur nos gorges
oh...
This is nothing
As long as no one else is aware
of it
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I was born in a crowded room of people,
Who were just there
for when the party started.
To look up the ladies dresses;
To get their kicks in our bethleham.
So, love, I know nothing about it...
Sorry honey...
I know your expectations are great
But some things are too real to fix
N'it would be such a crime to break you...
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7. |
Radost Moya
06:49
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I saw a shift in the weather,
kinda made my head swim the English Channel...
And if you think you can last some hours, well
That's more than I can handle...
The moment the door closed behind us,
That sweet aroma from so many angles.
I shift,
Slowly transforming into a liquid form.
Isn't it strange? How you keep calling me
but all I hear is my heartbeat tangling in my ears
Oh holy spirit
guides me to the neraest taxi
Midnight
A bright flash
(Night to day...I've never needed a bed so badly)
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No touch...
no taste...
all the bodies writthe like worms on a rainy day.
Both arms out the window,
Watching the birds elope
Our mast is pulling out to far
to see the shore.
It was careless of me, careless of me
let blood flush back into those cheeks
Born awake,
But barely, softly
clutching ice.
Grimy hands, causing mischief
in the chimneys eye.
No snow but a bit of frost,
tied us up for an hour, (maybe more)
getting lost.
It was careless of me, careless of me
careless of me
let blood flush back into those cheeks
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11. |
Power Outage
05:05
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12. |
8th
04:12
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All is not lost
Clever Creature
Our feet (faces) may be in puddles
But the holy door, is just beneath us
And that twinkling glaze one found so alluring
(Beneath the dark side of your bed lay mysteries)
So what's your life worth?
Creature...
Our severed fingers make the most impressive noise.
Are you dreaming 'cos your head is full of smoke?
All this chaos is something I enjoy,
Something I enjoy...
Only in your head
Everything you've ever faced
(Beneath the dark side of your bed lies mysteries)
...................................................................................................
Beneath your bed lies heartbreak
Only only in your head
Beneath the piles of shredded sheets,
are the clothes you never wore, yet
Everything you've faced
comes closer.
Beneath your holy body lies...
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13. |
Stealth (Bigspin Out)
03:45
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14. |
American Summer
04:52
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We're safe from the weather,
And thats all that matters,
We can finally watch the fireworks from my backyard...
She wore white socks,
One up each knee.
and the cold floor
tickled up the tracks in her feet.
When the night came,
I saw the moonlands feint...
What a sham, what shame, what a shame,
It came so suddenly.
And I would have to be there,
to get in so deep, bit by bit.
mmm, may the water quell the stomach ache
and take everything away from me
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The Arab Springs Memphis, Tennessee
I'm just kissing the twilight
I'm only eagerly tentatively awaiting a response
Maybe a letter in
my mailbox...
If I'm lucky enough...
If I'm lucky at all
In a months time we'll be dressed in black,
Singing my birthday song
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