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When they cut you open
you won't feel a thing
lace ribbons through your ribcage
pull apart the string
and watch it all fall on the floor
what you thought you hid
in the body that you left behind
and everything you did
I take a peek at your exposed hips
when I think that you won't notice
though I'm wishing for the end
we're still right back where we started
kitchen window, balcony
it's always seven stories high
I know it's either you or me
so I guess this is goodbye
I thought your beauty was beyond gender
but I guess you disagree
we don't control who we choose to love
we're all just picking up the pieces
circumstance is pouring rain
I'm barefoot on your street
I never notice anything
no matter how it seems
Let's abandon everything and live inside our dreams!
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2. |
, too
04:07
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the turntable slowly starts spinning, fills the air with the buzzing of strings, never before did those words creep inside you, like the ghost following me, my feet are on fire, running across bridges, your altar attachment has been turned into stone, this fever I'll sweat out, pass it through my system, make the long walk home
and if the roar of the crowd circles over like buzzards, grab a friend and pull them aside, make sure they know how much they matter, don't forget what it's like to cower before swords made of sunlight, and ache with the stillness of time, trying to stuff the vastness of your suffering on a page when you can't find the line
la la la...
once I was a soldier, once I was a shaman, once I was a priestess of light and I've been devoured, my body's been scattered and from ashes brought back to life with no greater purpose than pointless existence, we might as well try and get by, bathe in the garden, dance in the moonlight, dedicate this one to life
la la la...
that song I was singing when you weren't listening, I shivered with longing, I thought that you knew, the words I sang weren't mine but I put on the costume and you lost sight of me, too
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3. |
Song to Forget Me By
04:40
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Think of all the ways that I don't need you
waiting for the fading light
spreading darkness across the city
so I can't remember what I look like
You say you haven't all summer
and I'm such a bummer to ask
but my veins still jump when I see your face
and I see your face everywhere
The weight of that social convention
sorry, man, I forgot your name
but good luck in whatever you do
and thanks for wishing me the same
Because it seems like tomorrow
is a dream lost by the morning
and I wake up in that glaring sun
try to piece together what it meant
And I'll just tell the cops to go away
leave me here because I want to stay
kill the time, write some lines
because I don't know no other way
Your wrists appeared in my dreams again
you held them behind your back
and I stood behind you with trembling silence
thinking if I could go back
there's so many things that I would ask
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4. |
Drama-meme
04:08
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Two handfuls of pills, two beers to drown it out
a mile in the sky is a long way down
I'm trying not to think about it
trying not to think about it
trying not to think at all
but when my body bursts open
your name comes pouring out
Cocktail catch, your hook caught in my jaw
I have got no air to breathe until you let my body fall
swimming in the ocean I am swimming in the ocean
I am swimming in the lonely sea
I cannot feel anything but this wound you've given me
Make the most of all this drama
blurry vision, diorama
sanctifying silence, endless sleep
Synesthete, echoes of our dreams
midnight euthanasia, daylight remedy
Shrapnel blur, those voices are not there
I have told them everything but they didn't seem to care
if you were always right I guess if you were always right I guess
that I was always wrong
tell me truths or tell me lies
but don't tell me I belong
I spent two months slipping into decay
I have forgotten who I am
can you tell me my name?
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5. |
Nathaniel Hawthorne
05:01
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Faces that we have seen
strobe light flashes
drift through endless dreams
stacks of paper
stories that we can't tell on our faces
stories that we can't tell
in neat arrangement
Staring down the day
open windows
fall down on my face
for 12 more hours
nothing ever seems lost or forgotten
no one ever seems lost
but I can't remember
*
Tell me is this a sign
or just another symptom
microscopic illusion, a walk along a pier
tanglewood and lilacs
my words are growing violet
it's just like you were never here
watch my body slowly disappear
*
You could make like Nathaniel Hawthorne, kid
cut yourself off for a while
narcissus dream, pretty make believe just might
tap you on the shoulder
so don't lose that edge about you or sell yourself too short
things aren't what they seem the world's in between silence
and the crowd's restless noise
you can make a mess of who you were
drain your wounds until they're dry
and get up like you always do
shocked that you still survived
this world don't need another recluse afraid of the sunshine
pick up your burdens, move along
through the ever changing...
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6. |
Itchy Sock Song
02:23
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I take a walk down to the pier
just like you said you're waiting for me there
and you always ask me the same fucking question
"How are you feeling?"
I always say fine and
I want to tell you that I love you
but I can't so I force a smile
and walk away again
The next morning I walk back to the pier
grab a couple 40's and wait for you there
I don't wait very long until I'm back on my feet
looking for people that I can meet
and I'll walk to you from Minneapolis to Texas
right now I'm in [?]
in what feels like a black hole
A third verse must follow the second
this is the song that I must be singing
and I'll do my best
even when I can't
quite hit the note, I'll let it all go
and I'll finish this song I'm singing for someone
that will never hear it like you won't hear me say
that when I close my eyes I only see you
and every day and night I dream that we spoon
every day and every night
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7. |
Dick Crier Re':
04:03
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When we meet up I'll tell you all of the things
that I couldn't let out for my broken heart strings
you're finally gonna see
you're finally gonna concede to me
The last time we talked you said that your last affair
was with a 14 year old boy who just couldn't care for you
and I, I kinda wanna be 14
I kinda wanna be 14 with you
I know my love's a ticking bomb
I know your heart can't be strung along
by pictures on a page
or 4 letter words
insufferable, and suffering, and struggling to be heard
tell me all the secrets of your newfound essence
maybe we'll find something like forgiveness
I almost called you up the other day
but I didn't know what the fuck I would say
it's all the same
I won't say anything at all
Self loathing, contempt, and self consciousness
are screaming these words
if you are not in love with me
why did you show me those burns?
Is it the words that I say?
Or is my self righteous ego in play?
I guess I may never find out.
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8. |
Programmatic Title
03:30
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Hidden from view in the brightly lit room is the company
they're here too entertain but it's one and the same when they've left
I'm out the door, I've already forgotten
most of the time it hits you all at once
Help me explain or I will put it too simply
I'll erase the edges that I don't understand
or we could meet in the middle, travel to the equator
the days could be as long as the nights
How have you been? You're really rockin' that haircut
I'm doing well, but I haven't forgotten
hey, look, I'm sorry, could we just call it bad luck?
No? Well, alright.
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You're the cutest thing I've ever seen
pecan waffles and coffee for three
make sure you make a happy plate
you never know when it'll be too late
What you see in that book you got there?
Does it make your thoughts fly in the air?
There're little monsters that run around
and danger on the edge of town
What do you see in that big black sky?
Two moons or the one and I?
I do not see much of anything
except those hips in that jukebox swing
Ohhh, and I would like to pick you
up and try, I think we should go for a ride
we can take the highway
never say goodbye
We can go to Niagara Falls
I heard it's boring and there's nothing at all
the cicadas will keep us up
we could talk until we start to touch
Maybe we could watch the stars
sit and listen as the water falls
and I could tell you what I've never said
but since we met it has been in my head
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10. |
Summer Song
02:54
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I sold my soul for cigarettes just the other day
but I did not believe in it I just looked the other...
When you have gone away
that don't mean that everything has changed
windswept by the welcome sign
you didn't have to say goodbye
no, you still don't have to
just take another summer song to feel
the weightlessness of everything that's real
do you love me baby?
cause I think I love you
but uncertainty will pull us through
A stranger disappears when you ask their name
and I am unlike anyone but so are they
take the time to see
what's underneath
do not be afraid
A shadow told me everything will pass
but I did not listen cause I know that that won't last
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I was young when I left home
I was looking for the day
when I would find that southern comfort
and fall asleep
and never wake
Who are you my early morning mistress
light blonde hair and shallow teary eyes
I am not the person that you wanted
but I know that I can try
Simple love, I'm lost inside the evening
simple life, that's what they said to me
fear the sky and every living shadow
but I know that's not for me
Breathing smoke and blowing rings of fire
I could tell you every living lie
but I know that death is just a moment
just a moment in time
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12. |
Rowlett Rap
04:52
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I miss those suburban kitchens
everyday got my up all night wishing
that I was back on the block
counting up my stacks from slinging crack rock
meet a girl named Jesse at Walgreens
ask her for the thousandth time
what does it all mean
break this stone of flesh and blood
the gospel truth that you once was
everybody's nigga that was on the scene
remember when they used to call your crew the dream team
handicap parked with Crisco, your best ho
took it real slow, cause it ain't for show
pass it to the left now it's time to meet the family
sit down dinner with green beans and celery
Rowlett is where I want to be
won't you go, won't you go
down with me
I haven't took a shower in three days
lost my boy Mocha who stayed under the interstate
he took a walk with an acid tongue
with Nazgul following, stick n' poke hollering
got that nigga thinking about the times
when he would play Donkey Kong and wave his tech-9
nobody knew that the piece was loaded
just one shot and we all start running
when that reflection was too much to take
he grabbed two pockets full of stones
and jumped into the lake
they fished his body out only yesterday
I don't know, man
what am I supposed to say?
What I meant to say is it's hard to breathe
fuck the scene, if you know what I mean
let's just go back to the block
shirts unbuttoned screaming "fuck a cop!"
asking what we're getting into tonight
watching Hustle and Flow, living the mack life
I'm sweating, I'm cussing, I'm busting
but on the real I ain't said nothing
so back the fuck off little pistol starter
if you don't get down don't make this shit harder
when I see you again, chasing trends
let's jam Biggie
call our clique the Dead End
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13. |
Drifting
04:20
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Paradise falls
the loudest place you've ever been
around inside within
watching you pick at the scabs on your skin
and my sails are set if they've ever been
I'm full mast
cast my hook into the deep
my silver scales reflecting
roaring waves
the siren song of envy
salty kisses washing over me
We can drift to wherever we want to
leave the dream and finally break through
Eden rolls
seagulls hover on the hull
underwater, finally letting go
mermaid's nest rips into my chest
distorted anchors below
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I can still remember all the ways you used to tell me
that my melody was hopeless
and my everything was useless
and I believed my love perfect
but I've accepted what Jaree said
and I know I've forgiven her but she has not
forgiven me, yet
When the marching drums have caught up to my rambling, my love
then you'll see the last of me
when the border lines are erased by the march of time
then everyone will be free
when the currency of hate is thrown away so righteously
only then we will rise above
when the fear of god is replaced by the love of man
(or woman! or anyone!)
then we can be anything
you might call it socialism
you might call it anarchism
I just call it being in love with everyone I meet
and that's enough for me
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In the space between
ridicule and righteousness
sanity and salvation
from ever looking back
Back to basics
don't forget how to breathe
know this pain is temporary
sweating through the bedsheets
for seven days a week
doesn't make you weak
please believe that in time you will see
the beauty of the fleeting
in everyone you meet
and please remind me when I cannot see
the beauty of the fleeting
in everyone I meet
Scars will heal and bruises fade
take that needle from your veins
screaming now like I never screamed before
staring at the sunrise
knocking on your door
I woke up on a brightly lit stage
with only these words to say
I'm sorry for who I was
when I couldn't be
honest to myself or anybody else
about me
now I've changed and I know its hard
but it's not all make believe
please don't be afraid
to fall in love and dream of eternity
All those tears you couldn't hide
let me wipe them from your eyes
isolation, apathy
the world has too much of these
so I'm screaming now like I've never screamed before
staring at the sunrise
knocking at your door
Now I'll never leave your side
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16. |
The Good Night
02:26
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I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what I'll find
I won't stop until I lose that weighted sense of time
I have been asleep for 100 years
but now I'm coming home
Cradling the hours
scratching hollow sounds
we scream at trees and autumn leaves
when no one is around
and as we stare down the horizon
possibilities we'll find
are just a waste of time
I swear to you I swear I never found out who I am
I could have been born or I could have died again
trapped between two mirrors
endless emptiness I'll find
is just a waste of time
But you swear you heard the sweetest sound
you have seen the light
those chemicals they'll hold you
tell you everything's alright
and you don't need to sleep, darling
just stay where you lie
and I'll hold you through the night
Wrap around my body
pull the sheets above my head
we'll twist and hold our weary minds until the night has fled
and you don't need to say a word
don't matter anyway
just let this moment stay
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Err Dick [Bonus Track]
01:52
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After our adventures in Harlem
we can burn a couple of stakes
and go down to Niagara Falls
and think about hitting the rocks
We can cruise down to El Paso
where the devil doesn't wait
around for anyone
to recognize his name
Once when I was younger
my friends offered me some hard shit
and I was stupid enough to try it
but at least I didn't get hooked
and at least I don't live in Harlem
at least I don't live under a rock
lately all I've been thinking aobut
is everything that I've got
But that doesn't really matter
when they're coming for you
with the helicopters roaring
and the bird's eye view
I guess that's just a g thing
peeking out your windows at night
waiting for someone to cap ya
that's that shit that I don't like
But I don't want to go back to Harlem
but you know that I still got that love
for the boys in the hood make it rain if you could
another day fighting the strug
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Write myself away
in a scripted play
I've got my pants around my ankles
my hands around your waist
You always used to say
all I am is a pretender
a full fledged fucking faker
a sheep in wolf's clothing
take me back to where we used to sleep
sticking to the bedsheets
dreaming of the day we'd leave this town
we'd stay in bed till sunset
and live it up
everyday was the weekend
everyday was like the weekend
with you by my side
Now you're selling six packs at a grocery store
I avoid like the plague
I don't want to see your face
I really really want to see your face
Paper or plastic/caught between your guilt and my addiction
I'm over dramatic/girl this isn't fiction
dressed to impress/are we going separate ways?
never kicking my habit
Ask me anything
I'll say yes, and
I'll take all the blame
withdrawal has got me hazy
feeling like I'm crazy
I'd still shoot you in my veins
take me back to dreaming of the highway/don't act like you don't see me
never looking back/I won't leave without a fight
Can't pretend that we still got tomorrow
sweating through the bedsheets
calling out your name
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Hello fellow human
how have you been?
I've been doing well
have you been doing swell?
I hope you have been
I've seen your look
it's so cliche
I think I've seen it nearly 666 times a day
What are you talking about?
What are you thinking about?
Hello fellow human
don't you dare shake my hand
don't want a truce
just want to get the fuck away from you
Hello fellow human, again
no I don't love your god
lost faith in him when I was born
no father, son, no holy ghost
so please take your ignorant hands off my throat
because I'm starting to choke
and I need oxygen
cause I gotta breathe in all your sin
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You said you weren't afraid to die
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