1. |
Floating Lasso
03:51
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you're the ghost of smiles, keeper of meanwhiles
and your footsteps miles along the way
i don't have it any more than, kansas city has a shore
all i have is what is just in case, inside a place
of which there's just a trace
i can't oblige what's trapped inside
to see the light alone
whirling up above your head
there's a floating lasso made of lead
coronate the ones you want instead
stars are dead in your bed
the cycle ends
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2. |
Shot in the Dark
03:32
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3. |
Ego in Drag
04:05
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zip up my back
seems you have a certain knack
hand made for one
one size fits all
it's a rabbit's foot
around your neck
and it wants to know what's next
talking about the fear of having doubts
i wanna float inside the black balloon
countdown begins
having been a has been
it's a comet's tail
around your wrist
as a home-made tourniquet
having done what you asked me to do
the story's long but it's a-bridged for you
it starts with me stepping off of the train
through a magnifying glass, burning rain
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4. |
Underneath the Weather
02:32
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5. |
Already Lit
03:31
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the more you're pulling the tighter the rope
the loss of feeling is a worn out trope
but that's what happens when blood can't flow
i know it's something you can't admit
but the person singing is full of shit
why use fire when i'm already lit?
i'll go and fetch my things
there's nothing i can bring
back from the dead
maybe in my head
i'm running backwards and out of luck
i'm taking the long way as a shortcut
the reason i'm calling's to get hung up
the octopus needs ink
to write down what she thinks
but the person she wants to read it
sure as shit can't see it
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6. |
Dusk
02:51
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deafening calm
broken only between desperate thrusts
of a black dog
mounting my leg
under the table
his hair hot to the touch
even through the harelip of dusk
the people i’ve loved are all under there
stuck to my shins, begging for air
from a poem by eve anderson
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7. |
Days in Dreams
02:05
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golden light is dead
days in dreams in books you haven’t read
been misled
under our nails
solid earth, dusty trails
and phoenix tails
you’re kneeling down
nose to the ground
i’m laughing mad in fits
we wore chapped lips
the pain made it hurt
but not for our calico shirts
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8. |
At Andrew's
03:43
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slowly bodies moving are below
shutters closed to me make the floor
this is an event belongs to nothing
pledge our loyalty to queen gary king
paid an arm a leg for my dues
hand over fist for something new
going out pocket saving face
getting hot and bothered just in case
having to reach around
trip on the wedding gown
heads rolling on the floor
please use the other door
the likeness of your face you gave away
the seams you tore apart at the start of the collar
didn’t mean to startle you i did
not concern myself i went and hid
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9. |
Dawn
02:54
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the journal of albion moonlight
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10. |
Blood & Red Lipstick
02:28
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look under my wrist
open wound you kissed
blood and red lipstick
song already makin me sick
open heart surgery
guts spill out at your feet
you are the you in this song
every word is wrong
brand new pair of eyes
consolation prize
do you mind being in
all of my greatest hits?
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11. |
Inch of Me
02:46
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you don’t wanna be within an inch of me
i don’t wanna be within an inch of me
life starts out as a comedy
then it finds a way to end as tragedy
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12. |
Retrospectfully
04:33
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i don't have problems in my head
i spread them out clean between us instead
coat the sides morning rise
big surprise smilin lies feeling dies
afternoon all I had has left
back so soon, thought you were bereft
i guess you are, who am I to say
thoughtless words drift and float away
think I can just use this all for later
i ask you who's your favorite dictator
secrets hide, right outside, lousy break, give and take, vacillate
here i am empty husk of a man lying here to rot
i can't say what is or what is not can we talk again abou that
thank you for the eggplant grandma, it was delicious, we love you <3
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Spit New York
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