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Big Exit
05:10
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Luck, is it enough to bleed?
I honored my side of the bargain.
Chance, remember to burn the letter after reading, no return to sender.
I borrowed something that I shouldn’t have had until tomorrow.
I’m begging your pardon.
Honor, if I were the laughing one in pearls and had switched sides,
Would that omit the omen?
Milkmaid, brow sweat, dog of the summer
The devil asked me to bubble the cauldron
You can take your own car, drive it to the party.
Dance disco in factories far away.
Big Exit.
Salt, lots of it in boiling water.
Send you swimming in deep-end salinations.
[You were never a fair fight for my mark, I’m wearing my yellow trainers with the red-laced laces.]
Luck [The lovely boy]
*cast a spell* *poof*
My god whatcha done? Farmboy’s all chewed up.
Luck, is it enough to bleed?
I honored you as my partner.
Luck, couldn’t you direct traffic far away from this
And omit the omen?
Big Exit.
A big ball gown, the chiffon is starting
To carry a weight that I never saw coming.
You can take your own car, drive it to the party
Dance disco in
Damn disco in
Dance disco in
Factories far away.
You can take your own car, drive it to the party
Dance disco in
Damn disco
[my god, what have you done?]
In factories far away
In factories far away.
Is it enough? Do you remember?
ading
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2. |
Concertmate 680
02:34
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Desire 5ever rainbows.
Spy on you.
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3. |
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But only the arms bearer could carry his banner or standard in the age of Chivalry
The Cross of Saint George
The Lion of Saint Mark
Saint Peter with his Keys
Saint Paul with his Books
Saint George Slaying A Dragon
but only the arms bearer could carry his banner or standard.
This sounds like running around
You’ll feel bad on Monday
for being so damn impressive.
Even if I’m strong it’s like I’m standing on a wagon
It’s that bad feeling that can’t have an answer but always shows up.
It’s that time of year to be alone.
Even if I’m strong I’m falling in and out of balance
Mm, must be that time of year to be alone.
You squeezed your tongue
so smooth that it keyed any lock,
steeled as an unyeilding memory walker
finding eternal company with
the children of children who memorize and memorize and memorize
your folklore by flashcard.
This sounds like running around
You’ll feel bad on Monday
for being so damn impressive.
Even if I’m strong it’s like I’m standing on a wagon
It’s that bad feeling that can’t have an answer -
Must be that time of year to be alone.
Even if I’m strong I’m falling in and out of balance
Mm, must be that time of year to be alone.
Inky gossiper gallops across pages,
History remembering its famous faces,
but here, now, there is no pen,
and your children’s children will not recognize them.
There’s a Leak In the Shielding
once the forest claims back its sword, sworn of
Saturn’s secrets
none smooth tongue can hope to
unlock anymore.
There’s a leak in the shielding.
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4. |
Sister
00:56
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5. |
Rusty Courage
04:57
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Passing time think about radical love
Electric stripe the way it moved in me
Fiery dancer looking up at the shadow in the sky
Who knows what coach argues courtside?
Static Over My sweaty body.
All the fans cry out for my life
Static over my sweaty body, my sweaty body.
But when i choose
I get and go confuse
My empathy for trust
Get back the cat who stole your tongue
Who knows what coach argues courtside?
Static over my sweaty body.
And diamonds on the back of the body
Forever, forever, forever, forever.
Big mouth had a big chance
subtle double duty
stake a high score.
Big mouth had a big chance
double crosser, bad math - it’s irrelevant.
Big mouth had a big chance
subtle double duty
stake a high score -
Who knows what coach argues courtside?
Static over my sweaty body (you’re bigger with love, let it in)
My sweaty body (you’re bigger with love, let it in)
My sweaty body (you’re bigger with love, let it in)
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6. |
For the Makers
04:10
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[Part I]
Nurse Geraldine
Found us here
Making funny faces at the night
And when we laugh - we laugh the same
Final sky, come back inside when you are ready.
Mary, may I be your friend?
Watching all your bubbles burst and tears try to swim, to swim, to swim.
Water flows under the bridge
Time to sink our differences
Mourning with our eyes completely wide
If you don’t mind I have one thing I’d like to ask you now:
When you look in the mirror?
Do you see an animal not a man?
Do you bend the knee, believe it?
In a silent valley, your the sound in quicksand?
Cause we share blood in a holy mystery
Your Eternal is coming, I’ll be listening. Send the answer back to me, send the answer back to me.
Mary, may I be your friend?
Watching all your bubbles burst and tears try to swim, to swim, to swim.
[Part II]
I hear you say you’re afraid of the dark in that chill that I get when I listen for you.
So I swim out to where the water hits my breast and I, make you laugh by the light of the moon.
Did you get your answer? Out there with the astronauts? You say, “We laugh the same. We laugh the same. See you in the morning in satellite. See you in the morning in satellite.”
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Floral smells in the air
so my antennas guide the sugar on my mind.
How cool - I can carry ten times my weight on my body.
There’s a marigold right over there – I’m tryin’ to get to.
But watch out for Robin, watch out for Robin.
And I’m out to get to
and I’m traveling to
I’m about to move.
I’m trying to get to
cause I wanna reach you
gotta gotta get through
so I’ll walk right over to it
I’m spotted by his glassy eye
“Who said you could come trespassing on my side of the garden?”
Robin says,“Where’s your proof?”
Can’t I get back over to my side of the Garden?
While the humans drink lemonade, Robin’s flying around.
He’s gonna watch me up high.
I feel him over my head like a zombie or a drone or a mountain
Look. Please. happier then since the air cleared up?
Aren’t we happier since the air cleared up?
So I move in on in
and I’m gravitating
I wish I levitated
but I’m locked in on it
got the pheromone scents on it.
and the soil’s got a crunch and I’m
feeling kinda groovy up to my marigold flower
Look! Robin! Is still out!
Robin! Still spying down!
Who says I’m trespassing onto your side of the Garden?
Who says I can’t be where I wanna be, where I wanna get to
and make a
Home.
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Since my decision
To run course in my life
I made you a promise
To be your light
Since my decision
To bury worry in the ground
To which all goodness flows
And cursive clouds bow down
I wanna show you.
I wanna show you.
Cause there’s bad luck -
When sprout catches stone.
Harsh operator
Or Dangerous flood
So here’s good luck -
A blossom in snow.
Cause we brought flowers
And I made you a crown.
I made you a crown.
A crown x4
Marry My Bones.
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9. |
Queen Ghost Speaks
05:08
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Earth is screaming
out toward the belly of its farthest star
she arises
Queen Ghost speaks, lulls his terror.
Floats up to Elysian Fields and carries the message.
Let your light shine
Let your light shine
Automatic when truth is moving out.
Virtues shake hands here.
With the warm fuzz of expectation, hurried the baker’s children - ran into the woods.
Limbs elastic, hair static electricity frantic just to see
Queen Ghost speak:
“You are an oak tree,
feet planted in the ground.
Every birthday, cursive clouds bow down
to hand you a new ring.
Every version with age saves as flesh around your childhood skin.
Like something around
Something around something
Around moving something around…”
In Hot Clocks of time, the baker's children stayed until the snow fell.
And became several years older.
But their faces laughed the same - Earth is a man and a child too!
Queen Ghost speaks
she arises.
Looks up with soft eyes across her elysian field.
Watered well the roses.
Says goodbye to the soil and
scoops up the children, now frozen.
Remembers the plan, shakes virtues hand and
carries the message to Earth’s
farthest star.
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A violent adjective
Wanted a receipt.
Bit my cheek inside
When you kissed me again.
All this bleeding love
Had me for sometime.
Used to drip heartbreak
Now I’m ready to return it.
Words we shared then
Needed a better friend.
Hoped it would be you.
An angry adjective
Wanted a receipt
In case there was a chance to
reunite what’s lost.
All this bleeding love
Had me for sometime
Used to drip heartbreak
Now I’m ready to return it.
Bad words withheld
Tried to keep us friends
Now I’m in my big new city
Shrug at sour language like that.
Where does it start? The intention of the letters was the shiniest thing that I ever borrowed.
The way we talk - to draw attention to the intention of the letters was the shiniest thing I -
Put on my heart - the intention of the letters was the shiniest thing that I ever borrowed.
It follows - the intention of the letters was the shiniest thing in my new new city
I wrote them all down, kicked them off the Brooklyn Bridge.
Then, to be unbothered, I am reborn.
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