1. |
Searchlight is Screaming
02:22
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(some searchlight)
most of us lose our breath
in the best case scenario
some gavel as waves
is rolling faster than usual
there is a man
pounding his feet
into the ground
he is
about
to hear you drown
if this was the last morning
that same boy is sliding
his hat falls off
the clouds are getting nervous
and my heart is chewing you
if this was the last morning
that same boy is sliding
his hat falls off
the clouds are getting nervous
and my heart is chewing you
if this was our last evening
some boy was our sunset
as you dig your toes deeper
you are watching me drown
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2. |
The Noises Noises Made
02:26
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stumbled upon a field of fingers
hidden like prairie to occupied eyes
caressing softly our middle-places
(we were so safe in our middle-places)
I couldn't tell if you were just playing
you had a look-- you wanted to get hurt
not a single movement was moving
a new finger for each heartbeat
(skin slid further)
you wouldn't know
I was hiding soap
behind your ears
for moments
like these years
so we close our eyes
to discover just
just
how long
"We" is
(and for a second
I thought I caught
your spiteful eyes
trying)
but we were shoveling dirt
into our faces
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3. |
The Rooms Words Made
03:32
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don't drop
my dear,
dear words
even if we're hiding
if everyone is hiding
stand beside me..
..make my bed...
oh, will you please..?
..chew your arm?
..speak words as rooms..
I'll stand in this one..
..make my bed!
I
should call
your thoughts
pythons
I
should call
your thoughts
my thoughts
when you
caught me
loose within
my..
..I
caught me
loose within
my
(soul)
wet
wet, and white
wet
wet, and white
wet,
wet and white
and wet
and white
and wet
and red
(this is
how
our
eyes
taste)
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4. |
Leaf
03:14
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my love
is a leaf
like a big white
big wet
big warm
blanket
wet black
blanket
I sat in a room
naked as the day
I was born
(for a while)
and she said,
"love.. love... love....
..take your time!"
my love
is a leaf
like a big white
big wet
big warm
blanket
wet black
blanket
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5. |
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this dirty spot
in my house
leaking water,
broken spout
I felt a drip
coming on
this dirty spot,
heavy dawn
on the field
I walk along
in the field
I sat
with my
song
I've got to make
this holy fist
I need to know
this holy drip
water drips
in morose code
rustle the bags
in my home
feel the hair
this dirty spot
I am alone
yet I'm not
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6. |
What We Are
03:10
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I was so
separated
and you
can't trust us
alone
otherwise
we'll play dead
I was so
separated
from the dirt
and the worms
and the birds
and the sky
and their dreams
and disease
and the air between your knees
and the people
on their trains
and the plants
and all your grains
and the seasons
we are
(we are)
(we are)
(that could change you)
(we are)
every
easy
to forget
idea
(we are)
every
easy
to forget
idea
(we are)
every
easy
to forget
idea
that could
change you
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7. |
The Animal Call
01:59
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the animal call
my spine curls up
when you are two
shiny silver spoons
my blood it flows
it grows
explodes
oh, I'm
blushing
'til I faint,
I know it shows
my voice flies out the door
along with my clothes and shoes and so much more
I shake until I'm sore
I puff, puff, puff my breath
just like the wolf, I'm
blowing
down
your
door
anchored
to the bed
rocks grow in my gut
hair grows on my chest
my eyes..
..they just won't close..
my slumber, I am told
is sold to you
oh,
no no no no no no no no no no no!
'cause William, he was right!
I would so much rather die tonight,
than see you with your dog
your fiddle legs,
your happy face,
this fucking place!
oh I
just
drink
it
down
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8. |
Your Good War
02:04
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I'm
not afraid
of your
"bad" war
and I'm
afraid
of your
"good" war
and I....
..hide.....
....behind:
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