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spikey
04:17
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can my mother, old and grey
grab my hair and pull me out the drain
can my pa, younger and fat,
wake him up and beat him black
oh treat me bad, drain me dry,
got a date with the old maiden in late july
can my lady, my princess di,
watch thru the window watch me fry
can my baby pretty all light
watch thru that window watch me fry
oh feed me mush, drink me dry
got a date with that maiden in late july
oh and there's water in the cell
at the bottom of a wishing well
old folks wont understand
as their lives drift from mainland
baby, oh none of these people ever try
out all night, blidning lights
fakers, empties, buskers, thieves,
drifting thru fallen leaves
oh treat me bad, drink me dry
kill me like a king in late july
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2. |
100%
03:14
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baby, it must've been my fault
must've missed the warning
my heart can't take this anymore
why are you doing this, if you love me, why
do you hate me so goddamn much?
if i never get to sleep, i'll never see the morning
i won't ever love you
not that you wanted me to
but if i get the chance to sleep i'd sleep next to you
if we get to sleep we will see the morning we will
rise!
rise!
rise!
i don't feel afraid of you anymore
when all the lights go out
and you can't stand what you're thinking about
you need someone to hold your head
"hey night owl, get to bed."
i am asking for more than the moon
i am asking for my new god.
like a fornicating priest...
but if i get the chance to sleep i'd sleep next to you
if we get to sleep we will see the morning we will
rise!
rise!
rise!
i want you, when it's all gone, x2
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3. |
beaten by the best
02:55
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stark november evening view
whiling away on strand avenue
you work like a dog all day
trying to chase cars away
my friends sleep in your car every night
i feel like a burst of light
you played the bass and the drums
when i was out singing a funeral
the dead trees lie in wait like a killer on a spree
drink to distract myself - black out to TV
stand in the crowded central hall
make eye contact as you stroll past
love you like hillsides on fire
high as a wire
unable to think straight
no one else awake
you played the trumpet and the drums
while i sang and strummed at funerals
i write everything in this diary
drink and forget - black out to local TV
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4. |
downtime
06:21
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alone lying on the floor
shattered cassette tapes.
there was so much of me needing picked up
we were supposed to go as elliott and anya
so pick me up off the floor
i'd swim across lake michigan
or the other side of the continent
your parents got you a lego set in middle school
and the people you invited over smashed it to pieces
i'm like two insects covered in glue
and tearing myself apart.
i want these dead girls to come back
i want them here to hoist the noose around my neck
i want didactism to fix me, see me clearly with the dagger on the edge
summon beowulf, ancient hero
you beg and plead and they still won't give you a ride home.
you think you're some kind of hunter rose
call you a chisel for a reason
just another crossed out character
(what do you want)
i want these dead girls to come back
i want them here to hoist the noose around my neck
i want didactism to fix me, see me clearly with the dagger on the edge
i want these dead girls
i want them back
i want these dead girls
i'll scatter
like birds, totally free
i'll go everywhere x2
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5. |
this is not happening
05:30
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when i go out at night
i can hear you playing your drums on your star
i want you to play with me
i can hear you from down along there
i want a way to get you
i want a way to forget you
fuck a happy christmas
fuck all of these pictures
of you i stole from the rack in the dark room
i don't wanna think about you
i don't wanna run with a rifle
i don't wanna blow up bridges...
you can talk!
you can talk!
you can talk!
(now that i've had you, i can't get nothing outta you no more...)
you listened to me sleepwalking
opened my eyes sleepwalking
dreamed we were having sex in your car
you keep loving the people i hate
or the ones i don't know
who my friends hate
when it's all over the lights come on
and the people shuffle out
but we'll stay and watch the credits
let's move over and watch the sunrise
on this monumentuous day
this is not happening
you can talk!
you can talk!
you can talk!
it's not going to happen
she's not going to love you
it's never going to happen
it's not going to work out
you can talk!
you can talk!
you can talk!
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6. |
MI
03:01
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down on braintree
she came with me
to walk the light of the harvest moon
shitty old sunbeam,
nervous and sweaty
we went drinking at the tower saloon
playing piano in my boxers
sleepy eyesocket
smoking cigarettes in the nude
lovin' so sweetly, tons of old cds
wearing your watch, feeling cute
how the hell if i felt like i felt with you did i move on so soon?
how the hell'd i move on so soon?
pretty mamacita, frozen margarita
what the hell's going on?
you're smoking my strikes on the sill
baby i will
love you till im blind
work in detroit...
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Road to Joy plymouth, Massachusetts
she/it
louise
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