1. |
"anti-folk?"
02:45
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and it started in the early morningstill dark about three or four I lost my hair I lost my friends O' the pains of having fun she asked me if it was worth it at all well obviously no but oh well shit happens anyway no time to act all sad
yer ugly when you cry anyway
and it started in the early morning arms heavy O' how my feet were sore I reeled you in and you flopped on the beach O' the pains of sand and sun you asked me to stop buying cigarettes well obviously no I feel im dead atleast dying now might as well smoke.
it tastes like antifolk.
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2. |
drift
02:00
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try
I bite the eye
that watches me.
and cry
for the aged old wine
I am slipping through yer drift wood sign
a Christmas story
black snow meet the wonderful
children of man they adore you
they'll choke you until yer tongues blue
this is a gift to you
and I promise we'll
follow through
try
I bite the eye
that watches me
and cry for the aged old wine
I am slipping through
yer driftwood sign
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3. |
if i was a fish
03:10
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what a lovely dress
with heart in hand
and all you need is a broken drum and a bottle of old English spiced rum
feeling old to feel
suffering 'gainst the wind
and the thrill of the solemn night let in the subtle fright
if the world was flat
I would see no end
and the light would bend around until I see myself again
what a wonderful world
what a lonely girl
if I was a fish
but if I was a fish I would need no gills
just to dream up a night sky
"computer are you still here?"
"or are you in the crypt?"
if I was a fish
sitting on the bench
wondering about the
prototcol
and life after dance
walking down the pier
tasting of the blood fruit
I found just lying there
what a wonderful world
what a lonely girl
if I was a fish
but if I was a fish I would need no gills
just to dream up a night sky
"computer are you still here?"
"or are you in the crypt?"
if I was a fish
what a wonderful
what a dead girl
and I am here cist
but if I was a fish
I would leave there
and I could picture you like this
"motherboard is not here."
"and she will not assist."
if I was a fish
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4. |
moth
02:56
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is that your brother?
is he the grey baby in my window?
your hair goes to the bucket.
keep the eyes and nose.
if and when I am a star you could be there too you could help me kill all of them
you.
is that your brother?
is he the grey baby in my window?
your hair goes to the bucket.
keep the eyes and nose.
do you love your mother?
mine died when I was only six years.
I hid her in the cupboard.
she was so goddamn stubborn
if and when I am a star you could be there too you could help me kill all of them
you
if and when I am a star you could be there too you better gut that bitch before she gets to you
if and when I am a star you could be there too who'll be all over your ten o clock news?
you.
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5. |
old age
02:17
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hair legs and eyes
the old tongue will touch the young
her hairline is
just below your waist
kiss there don't be afraid
skin pure
my lines are frayed
save me from the grey.
what a great day
such a safe day
your blood cigarette stains my
fountain of old age
pray will someday
come and rain down on me
he thinks im pretty
calls me his queen
his fingers dance around the seems of a
new beginning
same old ending
story of old age
fish in a bowl
bird in a cage
fountain of old age
show me yer real face
already know how youth taste
now all that's left is
old age
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6. |
spread
03:06
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you pray to the sun
sacrifice her heart
her tongue
we fit together so perfectly
our lungs become one
im so tired of living this lie
you don't know my whole name
you don't know my real face
ive lost you
and our love could never be replaced
the vulture eats my heart
and liver, tells me how it tastes.
you spread wings towards the sun
you spread wings towards the moon
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7. |
tokyo gore police
02:46
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she begs for an image of you
naked between blank sun and the sandy dune
and youll grab her by the skin of her brain
and with the candles lit youll kiss her by the thread of a
cheap champagne.
and I will touch her centerfold.
and there's a beauty queen pressing on the youth of the old
and I forgot about what my mother warned about you
paranoia spreads from the hairs on the belly and seeps
Tokyo gore police becomes my line bending across a
silver plate
and every doggy has his day
and we cannot be sure the way out
and we do not believe we'll ever be found
Tokyo gore police now
Tokyo gore police will come soon and save us from ourselves
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goodnight, moon Colombia
Born from the late Antigone shortly after her suicide, the first night i slept i dreamed of my own future death. It was beautiful and frightening and she came back for me in the end. Alas---too late to stuff the bones back in the skin; to sing life where blood should be is quite risky business. ... more
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