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Untitled
04:07
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will i still be your true love
world of changes comes to bear
can i bear the mark of your love
when my old face aint there
i hear you cryin
and i heard the master's call
and i ain't waitin
ain't gonna wait no more
can i bear the weight of tryin
to be my mother's only son
can i keep myself from crying
when the new day's just begun
i hear you cryin
and i heard the master's call
and i ain't waitin
ain't gonna wait no more
i hear you cryin
and i heard the master's call
and i ain't waitin
ain't gonna wait no more
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Jenny Hero Cop's Lament
03:17
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jennifer's got hair in her face
jennifer's got hair in her face
wants to know if this is the place
jennifer's got hair in her face
and i told her, i can't see you
i spent another season in hell
i spent another season in hell
never taught me how to spell
i spent another season in hell
and they told me, i can't hear you
another day another day i want to live another day
silences
oh my love
jenny cop's got naivete
jenny cop's got naivete
wishes that she was a parade
jenny cop's got naivete
and she told me, i can't hear you
put my self in the panopticon
put my self in the panopticon
so they can see me after i'm gone
put my self in the panopticon
and she told me, i'll never forget you
another day another day i want to live another day
another day another day i want to live another day
silences
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Prussian Blue
01:24
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hydroxyzine and some whiskey straight
think i left my will in the san francisco bay
all the nights of my life i wished for just one thing
think my wish came true but i can't recall a thing
been having dreams colored prussian blue
been having dreams all about you
if i saw myself bout six years ago
i'd tell her to run and to learn to let things go
a body of glass that i can really call mine
a tank full of gas and two hearts in waltz time
been having dreams colored prussian blue
been having dreams all about you
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New York City Song
03:36
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i got a lover in new york city he just don't know it yet
he's lookin awfully pretty, i just build up my debts
its hard to go and visit the city, where you grind your teeth into dust
i got a lover in new york city, but then again who can you trust
theres a girl who lives in manhattan, she's of some ill repute
she folds her boys just like a dragon she'd plant a shiv right in my throat
i don't wanna look over my shoulder when i just wanna dance
theres a russian girl in manhattan, she'll kill me right when she gets the chance
in new york city sex is like, some vague semiotic concept
it's a place where streetlights glow, and losin love is hard to accept
in boston town sex is real, but it's something to be held in contempt
in grand old new york city, it's really more of a concept
i got a lover in new york city, he just ain't aware of it yet
its a town of violent nothings, a town of special k nymphets
he smiles at me so coy and pretty, leaning close to light my cigarette
i got a lover in new york city, he just don't know it yet
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Full Life Consequences
04:54
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saw my body bounce against the rocks
symmetrical images back to infinity
i'm a natural occurrence in the singing world, but
nothin bout that pays for my meals
got too many friends to try and look after
too many bach records covered in piss
i'm not the biggest fan of blunt trauma to the head, but
i know when something's real
there's a glitter rock act claiming to let you see
real live homosexuals up on the stage
i'd pay my five cents to take a peek, but
they wouldn't even let me in the tent
there's a lone gunman coming in from out of state
been in secret chats with the atf
filling him with all kinds of dirty thoughts
shooting him up with crystal meth
met the love of my life on the khyber pass
both reached for the same gold plated ak
just someone who yearns for me
the way some lament what they're not allowed to say
i've had nothin to eat today except
tommy wright cd and les chants de maldoror
left duck soup playin on the living room tv
lay prostrate squirming on the floor
been reduced to awareness of my processes
feel my stomach pushing hard against my spleen
feel the inside rub against the outside, and
finally understand what my words mean
all my girls just die too young
this kinda living don't let you go too long
if i had any kind of self aggrandizement left, well
i'd say i know the difference between right and wrong
when i try to think of how i used to look
try to remember how i used to be
all i recall is a glowing white mist
can't recognize a single picture of me
my transient state's a real kinda drag and
assumed personalities really got me down
my life's become a system of reconciliation
dysmorphic fugue got me wearin a frown
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6. |
In Loving Perpetuity
01:45
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can't write about a breakup with these mind inversions
things would be simpler if we all were just virgins
i wouldn't have the memory of your head on my chest
and hints of your smell wouldn't leave me depressed
i kissed your pretty face just as, a third-rate berklee psych rock band
made pretense at jefferson airplane
i'm not trying ot be obtuse, i just want to know if you
see me the way i see you
i'd never seen your eyes, quite like they were that night
and you touched my hand
all those tears we cried, at least we really tried
and i was yours, and you will always be, a special part of me, you're very special to me
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i can't believe, oh how real it feels
to be held in your arms
when i'm with you, the whole world seems to fade
fade away into night
when i close my eyes
turn my back on the night sky
not a thing for me to do
except dream of you
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8. |
Teri Toye Cherry Bomb
04:48
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he walks down the street his head in his hands
knows all that occurs to best laid plans
he got a mission he won't see through
he'll drink himself to death if he can't look like you
teri toye gleams like a bottle of wine
she walks with her lanky velveteen shine
she's dressed like a rifle loaded with grace
what i would give just to see her face
the light comes out from under the door
and i know what its for
the light that shines from the tv screen
and i know what it means
in a show house basement all coated in grime
all posture appears metaphysically rhymed
just wanna say things beautiful and true
but no one here really gives a shit bout you
the light that blinds puts me on the floor
and i know what im lookin for
i saw her face in the magazine
and i made believe it was me
left halfway thru the hardcore show
just to get me some space
took a look in the mirror
couldnt see my own face
went down to the shoppin mall
just to buy me some threads
got killed in a knife fight
by some bored skinheads
sock it to me
miss my german car n laissez-faire attitude
miss any feeling of shame or graditude
miss the streets that i walked that burned into mist
im so done with ironic nihilists
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there was a time
when all things grew
there was a time
for me and you
the world can be so cold
to its boys and girls
greatest lovers all
greatest lovers all
log into your account
on antonym dot com
define yourself by opposition
define yourself by your poor nutrition
put yourself in a position
where you can renounce
anything you want
anything you need
i just need a boy to kiss
i just need a home to miss
i just need a sacred smile
i just need more practice
at being light
at being air
at being real
oh at being fair
bitterness is hard to overcome
yeah bitterness is hard to overcome
but i just want a normal life
im working towards a normal life
work a dead end job
cry yourself to sleep
two dead cicadas by the pool
all i can think of is about you
i wish i could write
ten thousand songs
and they'd all say truths
and they'd never be wrong
a wounded boy poet
scratches words in sand
our desire lacks knowing music
our desire lacks knowing music
i just need a boy to kiss
i just need a home to miss
i just need a sacred smile
i just need more practice
i want to live again again
i want us all to be free to be free
our desire lacks knowing music
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one is jolted with the memory of showering only in the dark, the highway littered with the carcasses of drunk driven land yachts, trying to make yourself as small as possible in fear of being really seen not on your own terms
nights spent dazed, attributing divinity to streetlights, hanging upside down from seatbelts, broken glass making a halo around your head
but these are only pictures now, a million hazy phantom limbs fading white in the sun, paper tigers wet with tears, memories of having memories
to feel light, to hear music, to see saturation and thickness and contrast and trees and rusted metal and the sun setting on oxidized copper and trash and unevenness and the color red; it's not so much the weight of all things, but its presence
all we want is to be bathed in the radiance of a beauty so simple we can't even call its name, one that leaves a little space in the center for us all to sit comfortably
after all, we were just kids then
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11. |
Just Kids
02:23
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i remember how she made me feel
we were just kids then
oh she scared me my god she scared me
but we were just kids then
i was just a child searching for confirmation
that there was anything other than this
i was lost and lonesome wanting authentication
of something i couldnt know exists
i remember how she treated me unkind
we were just kids then
neither of us were who we wanted to be in kind
red leather rips and windows shatter
like bones and hearts and teen egos
we're all just doing what we can
we're all just doing what we can
we're all just doing what we can
we're all just doing what we can
we can be so cruel
why do we have to be so cruel
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i've been spending time, looking at pretty boys in the magazines
oh i wish i was a pretty boy sometimes, i wish i was a pretty boy, too
i've been wasting time, looking at boys in the movies
i betray my very own will sometimes, i just betray my very own will
i've been spending time, wishing my name was something grander
oh i wish i was named eurydice, oh wish i was named eurydice
i've been wasting time, i just waste my time
i betray my own will sometimes, i betray my very own will
i appreciate the sentiment
but id like to be alone for a while
no i don't feel like
going outside for a while
oh i've been losing sleep, thinking about the past
oh i wish the will bent back sometimes, i wish the will bent backwards
oh i've had bitter dreams, dreams of anger and resentment
oh i wish i couldn't dream sometimes, i wish i couldn't dream at all
i spend my nights in lament
rolling round in my bile
no i don't feel like
going outside for a while
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13. |
If Minutes Were Seconds
01:47
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i'm not gonna lie to you and say i dropped out of school but
i've been spending my time
blinding myself staring into oncoming headlights
i'm gonna drown myself in lake champlain
i'm gonna spend a thousand dollars on champagne
would i not wanna die, if i lived in
a white walled manhattan studio apartment by myself
where i could step outside and get knifed in the chest
by hyperborean pansy boys with black sun hoodies from aliexpress
if minutes were seconds, and seconds were hours
i could believe in a higher power
if minutes were seconds, and seconds were hours
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