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Fire Lookout
01:28
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Don’t
03:05
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Pouring all of my self into you.
Now I'm spending all my time hanging high and swaying slowly.
The rafters hold me tight until they break.
Back on the pavement I feel myself shake, whispering:
No one knows where I've gone,
They never saw me leave.
Including myself,
Like death in the breeze.
The ground begins its Ascension.
I often forget what that's like and what you're like.
Returning to where I've never been,
It all continues to pour out of the ether, a great white nothing.
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Trough
03:10
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I can't stop waiting,
At the tops of buildings,
For you to send me my acceptance letter to university.
But I couldn't care less,
If I never see your handwriting;
It always makes me tremble,
So how am I untrustworthy?
Nous sommes cela,
Nous sommes cela.
You will spend your nights writing my stories;
Everything is you.
You do that to yourself.
But how am I supposed to continue with nothing?
I can't believe you,
When you talk so fast.
Il fait faux,
Parce-que toi et moi,
Nous sommes cela,
Nous sommes cela.
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Palmtop Tiger
00:56
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I hope this feeling will last forever.
Please don't look now or ever.
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Blush Nectar
03:18
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This life is enigmatic, it shouldn't exist.
No one should have to experience it,
Especially not you, and your beautiful soul.
How do I know when I am finally full?
Hoping to wake up.
I hope I don't wake up,
Hoping to wake up next to you.
Everything I touch becomes empty.
Is that how the body ends up after it dies?
I want to be holy but your spirit is grounded.
May the water cleanse me and stoke your fire.
I hope I don't wake up,
Hoping to wake up.
I hope I don't wake up next to you.
At the end of the road, which way should I go?
I couldn't hear you saying: "Wait for me there."
Your halo's blinding.
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6. |
The June Fire
02:33
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The highway stopped and fell away,
Beneath my feet yesterday.
I never thought I'd fall this far.
Cannot remember who you are.
That was the June Fire.
Burning my cross into ashes,
I watch the time, it slowly passes.
You laugh, you cry, you wash it down.
A pheonix born in another town.
This is my back breaking.
That was the June Fire.
Catalpas started burning brightly.
The night died off, it was so lively.
I drove for miles, couldn't stay.
Osborne could not have shown the way.
This is my back breaking.
A spinning globe fell off its axis.
The map lit up before my eyes.
That was the June Fire.
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Honey Ball
03:32
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This indifference toward life,
Has become a weight,
I cannot carry anymore.
My molten blood is expelled from my body,
When you say something else,
So the records show.
Bury my head in the dirt.
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Lighthouse Keeper
03:13
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I am going to take this feeling to my grave.
You have made my life more auspicious than I deserve.
I cannot remember the last time I told you I'm drowning...
Like an earthquake, I don't always have something to say.
There has to be an end because I can't stop it.
The trumpet plays again, calling me to my judgement.
There must be no end, the serpent won't stop talking.
Empty like my head, the world keeps on spinning.
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Lilith
02:30
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Waiting for my destitution,
Waiting for The Clatterer.
If there were a place lower than,
Here it would be Hell.
The Fall calls my name again,
Waiting for The Clatterer.
Purge myself one last time,
So high yet so slow.
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Dugout
09:03
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They left alone,
After shaving with cold water.
Caught a plane to Tokyo;
One was your daughter.
They left together,
But no one else followed.
Heard they saw much better,
And looked for what's hollow.
Once all the new was found,
They kissed the ground,
Rubbing their hands with something.
There are pictures of laughing and blushing,
Still.
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11. |
Chemical Burns
02:31
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