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Ghost of Jonah
03:52
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I can't remember exactly, I never really could
Fondled under a geodesic, our faces forced together
Crying again
The wind tells me things
Brain always moving
Never close its mouth
As the spawn does not
I'll never close my mouth
Burn me alive
Haunted by wood paneling, learn to love within it
But I felt old then, so however old I am
If I'm saying these words, I haven't found an end
Fuck
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And Malachi
03:01
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Maybe one day leaves will fall from underneath
Me and everyone you know will fall away down the drain
Skipping rocks like matter, gray like car exhaust and gaseous
Spitting during prayer, just retreat far north
Feeling your eyes on me
Hours feel like seconds on the road, on the nose
Cul-de-sac, I'll break your back, much too heavy to stay
Peering down the street, I see the house I know there's more
Joining the stars, flies away, leaves me behind
Feeling your eyes on me
Cursive pupils above
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La Petite Maison Blanche
01:46
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Flies buzzing around his head
Was one of the living but now he’s dead.
Wishing for hills anew
Valley with no money coming through.
Snow falls thick and black
Threw him off the bridge and that was that.
Squirrel fights the blue jay
And I refuse to forget that day.
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4. |
TB145
00:33
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I did not invite you into my home
Snake fingers, cockroach legs
But somehow you found your way in
Cloud cover of pestilence
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"We shouldn't be doing this."
"You're bleeding on me."
"He's dead."
"These hands are soiled with the blood of a little lamb."
"Wake up."
"What's that smell?"
"It's dirt, wake up."
"Your battle is endless."
"I don't need your pity."
"I think I've been here before."
"What am I doing?"
"You'll be fine."
"You can do anything."
"Maybe it is a little fun because my head is empty."
"I'll cry me eyes out and make everyone uncomfortable."
"A stolen three-wheeled truck."
"We're outlaws now."
"You're not the only ones breaking all the rules."
"Always on the verge of collapse."
"It's tough having a crush, I know."
"It's strange how the Earth works."
"I wish they could see this now."
"You'll feel better about it when it's over."
"Did you think he was on your side?"
"Why are you protecting him?"
"Don't be mad at me."
"I can't be sure if these are my feelings anymore."
"We're entering Earth's atmosphere."
"Dad's worried?"
"My house is gone."
"I have to go."
"You'll only get to the climax if you persevere."
"You'd better wake up, come on."
"Somewhere in outer space."
"What is it?"
"No need to ask."
"My fingernails hurt."
"I see space carrying away a degenerate moon."
"That, for sure, has not changed."
"The brats just don't get it."
"The power of chaos."
"The brats just don't get it."
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Pansy Brigade
01:42
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Falling face first
Struggling daily
Work toward tomorrow
Wipe the dirt off
Everything
Cannot breathe
Dead ends
Every step I
Take some time off
Look around
Onward, upward
Smile all the way
Everything
Cannot breathe
Dead ends
Every step
Forward
Kick God's teeth in
Right your own wrongs
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7. |
Vale of Peace
06:24
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I am lost for words
You are stuck in bed
You won’t walk again
God has abandoned
Be strong, be angry
Something reminds me
I am full of fear
You are always near
And when I feel you creeping up my spine
I'm gonna beat you for everyone not strong enough
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