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Home
03:50
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My home is very small
It makes me feel tall
Mom says sit and listen
She smiles and whistles
"It's time for dinner!"
What kind of pie tonight?
Cinnamon or butterscotch or snail?
Oh, well, I love it still
Dad gives me a hug
His arms feel so snug
It's hard to let go
To let my expression show
My home is very small
Why, I feel ten feet tall
I'm told I am a prince
And that I have one wish
So I think really hard
Where to start?
Well, I have no friends...
So let's fix that
I want a friend
Who will stay to the end
No qualms, no heartache
It's for everyone's sake
Whoever it'll be, they'll be special to me
And even now, they are still
No bitterness or blame
Peace and bliss everyday
There they are now
So bouyant and loud
They invite me to go play
Just like they do, always
Time passes...
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Broken Toy
02:33
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Atavism
06:37
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A great soul too decadent and symmetrical
When I see the great black light
That shines in the eyes of animals
The heart is an egg and inside is hate
The heart is an egg which hatches hate
Oh, a soft death encompasses the universe
All the masters licked me one at a time
And I feel the sting of martyrs coming up the drive
Brief bit of time to swallow the razor blade
Before the well dries (up)
And the child within dies
Oh, a soft death encompasses the universe
Embryos in solipsistic solitude
Eye for an eye, and tooth for a tooth
Three bells ring in symphony
Shuffling in black box cacophony
Falling asleep to demon heartbeats
The heart is an egg and inside is hate
The heart is an egg which hatches hate
Oh, a soft death encompasses the universe
The heart is an egg and inside is hate
The heart is an egg which hatches hate
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Ampersand (Litmus Test)
02:10
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Down the line, down the road
Stood a man with weary eyes
Chains at his ankles
Droopy arms at his sides
And across the same street
Laid a dead body
Hit by a goddamn drive-by
Face still etched with surprise
Down the road, down the line
A woman thought she saw a sign
A Browning clutched in her hand
Shaking with hopes of revenge
And across the same path
A man with a map
Who's looking for something
Or someone new
On the move, up the street
Some sauntering deadbeats
Who catch the runaway
In their grisly sights
And across the same way
Comes an estranged mother
Who's lost her baby
Maybe she'd recognize it
Up the street, on the move
An innocent young man
Who's fleeing for his life
And gets caught in a gun's sight
And on the other side
The explorer finds it
And he starts to dig
With bare, bleeding hands
All rivers flow downward
Never did see one backwards
The roads are the same
They all go to one old place
Tomorrow or maybe never
Forever
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The Snow
05:11
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You are my honey
You are my honey
I'm your bumblebee
And you are my honey
You took care of me
When no one else would
I'm not the last of my kind
But it's really close
I miss my kin...
But you are rebuilding
You are my honey
You are my honey
I'm your bumblebee
And you are my honey
Oh, you are so sweet
Oh, you are my king
Here is my hive
You can come inside
You can come inside...
I'm your bumblebee...
You can do whatever you want to me...
You are my honey
You are my honey
I'm your bumblebee
And you are my honey
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Tremors
09:37
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(Almost a) Sonnet
08:12
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The light blue hues of you render me silent
I shiver and chatter, though I'm compliant
Not so brave nor wise, I conceive my reply
But my faults anchor me, and I'm small and shy.
Your blizzard guts me of warmth and pride
Hopeless, penniless, I retreat to my side
My wood cabin, where your love and touch are dearth;
I ache only for the fires of your hearth.
So I'm left to swim in my soup of loneliness
Force feeding a stew of what-ifs and singleness
Then my mind wanders for a little while
Hope fills the bowl; lo and behold, a smile.
If spring may come and melt these wicked borders
The flames shall graze the water, and our love solder.
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10. |
See a Girl in Tears
06:07
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Ordinary boy
Solitary joy
Living in suburbs
Impossible chance
A circumstance
Moving through summer
Then the image breaks
Fell from the arms of grace
I felt that it was weird
To see a girl in tears
Then/If under attack
In the cul-de-sac
Sitting in the street
Where/Then the heart races
Removing the spaces
Where two lovers meet
And the image breaks
Fell from the arms of grace
I felt that it was weird
To see a girl in tears
Then the image breaks
I fell from the arms of grace
And felt that it was weird
To see a girl in tears
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When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold?
Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep?
All my failings exposed
Gets a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
And it's something so good
Just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear up apart again
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12. |
Kill Yourself
04:33
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You know it too
In your heart of hearts
That you'll never ever ever ever ever ever be happy
I can tell you feel it too
When you hold your cards so close to your chest
All you can do
Is leave pieces of yourself
For others to hear
Maybe some day someone will find them
And put them back together again
Maybe some day someone will care
Oh, no
You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?
You know what you should do
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself...
The most you can do
Is leave pieces of yourself
Maybe some day, someone will find them
And put them all together
Maybe some day someone will care
You know it too
In that deepest part of yourself
That you'll never ever ever ever ever be free
You know what you need to do
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself...
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself...
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You and I were perfect
We were on our own
I knew it when I met you,
You were ready to go
When nothing else was certain,
You were all I had known
Your body could not hold you,
And now you're gone,
And I just don't feel right.
You were here, but now, you're gone.
Ooh, I'm on my way for so long,
Ooh, I'm on my way for too long,
Ooh, I'm on my way for so long,
But still, there's no hope.
I know you weren't perfect,
Though you weren't so cold.
I can cope with laughter,
Though these words still hurt.
You are one with the sun, now.
I see you in the clouds.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you,
And now, you're gone,
And I just don't feel right.
You were here, but you're not!
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
But still, there's no hope.
Ooh...
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14. |
Life Itself
03:24
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Wayward women
Along winding pathways.
Brachial branches
Point out the right way.
You will decide how much sympathy these characters deserve.
Oh...
The lord of the flies
And his gaping mouth
Will consume us all
Before the moon falls.
Carrion king makes me feel so alive and dead at the same time.
The waves all shimmer
And the rocks all glisten
The predators...
This is life itself,
Life itself
Life itself
Life itself
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I play, therefore I am.
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