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alphabet
02:09
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all in all
in actuality
I think you know
what you've been doing to me
and your words are ghosts
as they fall off your mouth
and lay dead on the ground
where they wait to be stomped out
everyone is talking shit about everyone
I lit a match on my tooth
and it burnt the roof of my mouth
I stood right in the door
but everyone, they still got out
I'm too loud when I whisper
might as well be dead when I shout
I'm a thought, I'm a secret, I'm a word
I'm your dead ghost now
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2. |
animals in a maze
05:50
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what kind of knot will you tie in your noose?
will you try to make it loose?
so either way, you end up in the news
we just can't stop talking about you
well, my neighbor kicks his dog
and he spits right in her face
he's mad about her four legs
and finding out we're all the same
we're all animals in a maze
well, I heard you went to the woods
in an attempt to find some gold
'cause you heard that metal is good
but I know that metal is cold
well, my neighbor's dog ran away
she ran right through the open gate
my neighbor cried and called her name
but he knew that he was too late
she is an animal sprung free from the maze
she is an animal sprung free
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3. |
baby souls
03:37
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we're broken souls
we're all whole souls
and we've been milking on the child that we'll become
we're baby souls
we're all old souls
and we'll be milking all the children when they come
we're tender souls
we're all tough-skinned bodies
and we're bumping up against the hardest bones
we're fiery souls
we're all raincloud souls
and we've been bending all the softest of our bones
with one last breath we'll breathe if there's any more air
and with one last lunge we can see if we can all make it there
with one more mallet we can try to make the rest of this fair
and with one last breath we'll breathe if there's any more air
and with one last lunge we can see if we can all make it there
and with one less mallet we can try to make the rest of this fair
we can take our hearts and try to make them into something to wear
just to take it off and pretend that we really don't care
standing proud and naked, pretending that we're really not scared
we're all kids on our way to the park
(so I'll see you there)
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4. |
collage #1
10:11
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don't drink all the rain
02:29
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don't drink all the rain
it'll make all the wood in your mouth expand
just like the heart that you put on my tongue
and I held in the palm of my hand
and it spread down my throat and it covered my hands
and now I'm tangled in vines
our wires are cut but I'm still on the floor
crawling away from the chill up my spine
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embrace
03:56
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revel in the wings of the transient
and the roses
but just long enough for one small smell
and just long enough for the flight of the mind's
lips to open-mouth kiss the notion of 10,000 years from now
and wink her lying eyes
in order to distract
the senses from knowing
that she is turning around to act
out the mute dialogue of the untitled play written by the
mindless hand of fellatio
blow in the wings of the transient
and try to stay sane
dying in the wind of the transient
the light dares you to remain
embrace the fall
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7. |
flowers in the pool
02:29
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I met your father in the pool
and you were there and you were wearing your bathing suit
and I was there and I was playing in the pool
I met your dad and I recall that his name was...
I tricked your mother in the pool
and you were there and I took your bathing suit from you
and I was there and I drowned your flowers in the pool
did you know that I've been drowning since then?
did you meet your father in the pool?
and were you there? was that you who was wearing your bathing suit?
and your mom? will you trick your mother in the pool?
will you meet your father as a fool?
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friend
02:08
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are you my friend?
are you my friend, love, are you my friend?
are you my love?
are you my love, friend, are you my love?
why did you go, love, why did you go?
why did you go, friend, why did you go?
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9. |
growth in D major II
05:36
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10. |
h. ships
07:52
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oh god, when the numb from the ice that I melt from my thoughts
turns my sleeves into cardboard
my shirt tends to tear at the seams, and my sleeves
they tend to sail away
down that stream in the street where the curb and ground meet
and the bugs are the birds in the sky
the world will not see as my new paper fleet
finds a new secret place to unhide
we are sunken ships held at bay
twice now and you're down
undo the undone for now
but what's left?
the wings are unrelenting
they tug at the heart
as the days gray the eyes of the dogs
they beat and they beat and the sound, sleeping comfort of love
they make a thought force a smile
and knowing they fly
'round the untrue ruminations of my mind
we are sunken ships held at bay
oh, didn't you know that the only way for you to see
a face in the dark like this is with your eyes?
my brain is a playground and I don't know what to do
it spins and swings and it slides around you
Jack left his scooter there, waddling helmet hair
I passed by a heavy fence
full of some greyhounds' necks stretched
and those kids, they never moved a stepped
the man with the wheels on his feet can now sing to me
anytime of the week, anytime that you please
house has plastic roots, the children all have moved
so this is what I've become
so this is what you've become
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holy flames
02:03
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you're the young man
in the room full of dreams
you're the old dog
in the building seams
window-dweller in the glow of the beams
from heaven's ceiling, alight with holy flames
you're a small child in a sea of balloons
you're floating on lungs in the summer glow room
you see the eye in the sky as he winks at the joke
'cause you know we're all wind, yes you know that we're all smoke
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12. |
kiss the clouds
03:53
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the ocean's going to drown the sun
at the center of the
earth is going to fall into the sun
and the bottom of the
sea breeze will break into your heart
and let out all the rain
and I want to kiss the clouds
the sky that sleeps across the ocean floor
will drink up all the
birds will fly across the ocean floor and crawl between
the clouds will start to pour out of your eyes
the flowers that are growing in the ground will fall up to
the roof will crumble straight into the ground
and cover you like umbrellas opened in the living room
in the house across the bay
the ocean swimming up above the clouds will spit out all the
fish will swim between the trees and clouds and slowly drown in
the rain will start to pour out of your mouth
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13. |
one more for the road
02:22
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one more for the god damn road
for the rest of my life
one more for the god damn night
for the loss of my life
one more for the god damn ghost
for your god damn ghosts
for my god damn ghosts
it was the holy ghost
in the god damn flesh
and the god damn blood
with your god damn shoes
under my god damn bed
pick up your god damn shoes
under my god damn bed
can't get your god damn love
out of my god damn head
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14. |
quantum leaps
04:44
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this is an old song from me
and I am an old heart for you
well, I guess that I was wrong about me
and I guess that you were wrong about you
I was wrong to doubt you'd leave
I was wrong about you
I was wrong to doubt you'd leave
your hills ain't golden no more
they lost they're shine in the war
between my head and chest
the warm glow from your gold bones has left
and I have decided
that this old song will never end
and I truly hate
every single one of my friends
with their assured reliance
on anything other than their hearts
and the forced disconnect of emotions
that they create so they can't feel
when they hurt each other
I don't understand these quantum leaps in my presumed assurance
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15. |
subculture
02:42
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we're hanging from the heartstrings of pulseless imagery
that marches to the beat of the drum
these gallows bend from the rot of redundancy
consuming the hollowed appetites of the young
gutted-wallet hearts whose lantern minds are occupied
with wars on the abstract
and rattle-boned fears of the Light on the Hill Cage being kicked
by the Princes of Sand and Black Blood
help to distract, they help to distract, they help to distract
they help to pacify the masses
oh, that love, that sound, that high, those fears, those lies
these are the weapons
these are the weapons of mass distraction
this song is for you, my friends
this song is for you, my family
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16. |
this is the air
02:54
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this is the air we breathe to die
this is the death we need for new life
I know that I do not know
old growth is needed for new growth
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17. |
where the gates are gold
03:07
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you've gone to where the gates are gold
don't lose your fire, don't ever grow old
behind that shy smile I know that you're bold
so don't let them hurt you, I'll take you home
the dawn is drowned in tears
why do you have to go away from here?
I'll hold you close, yea I'll hold you dear
don't let them hurt you, I'll take you home
I would walk the coastline
for five-hundred miles alone
I'd help you put your shoes on
so we could walk back home
you're the sand that's in my shoes
you're a glimmer of hope amongst all the bad news
you're the only win when I want to lose
don't let them hurt you, I'll take you home
you're the smoke that's in my lungs
you're the age I'm turning that's keeping me young
you're a steadier pace when the world wants to run
don't let them hurt you, I'll take you home
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