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Paxmanhoba
03:08
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there's a soft ringing in your chest from the bullets that I laid there, and I hope that you'll forgive (forget) me in a year
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Hello Triangle
03:34
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I found your name in a circle book
And I said hello triangle
It seems you're lost inside another world
If you'll just let me have a look at your vitals
I lost your letters in the seams
The jacket was so old and tattered
I figured out why blue is green
But that did not help me solve the puzzle
I killed an ant with a twelve gauge
I had to shoot like three times though
I had to kill him, though, anyway
He had the password to my skull
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In the floors and walls
All we fall
All we are
Under sheets we call
The puppets with our eyes
Find disguised
Feathers on my fingers
Illuminate with light
Cast shadows on the night
Through the door I hear voices
Is she telling him?
Door slams, goodnight
Lullaby
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4. |
Hey
05:47
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Coloring Book
05:04
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I grabbed my coloring book
I painted the shells within
I had a second look
The faces felt too thin, oh
(I fought the man and I sold the sand and I sailed the seas and no one is getting away, oh)
The water's getting deep
It's coming past my knees
I wonder what it's like
To feel the breeze if you're a tree
(Kill all the jews and kill the nation kill all the nazis too, oh)
I felt a flame within
I'd left my wick unchecked
The fire did begin
To escape my neck
(There is a nihilist tendency to reduce and reduce and reduce and reduce and reduce)
The grass between my toes is separated
What was it in me chose to flatten some by not some?
(If you say a word many times it may lose its meaning)
I took a picture of the dying sun
But then when night set in it didn't light nothin'
I took a walk along the cold concrete
I heard the sounds above, but not a soul'd I meet, oh
The grass, and the roots, and the leaves on the trees
And that time that you spoke with your eyes on me
And the day that darkness filled my eyes
And the way that the sun made me feel alive, oh
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GulafGuitar
02:46
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All the day
The sun is shining
We're okay
And when we sleep
Our thoughts are purple
Like splotches of black against the back of eyelids
And all the leaves are cold and blue but, winter's gone and so are you
So are you
The water's clear like glass
It'll hold me
Yeah it'll hold me
And my brother kicked my ass
But he'll hold me
Yeah he'll hold me
If your mother tells you lies
You know she's only telling you she loves you
Yeah you know that she loves you
And when we die
Sure as hell we won't die together
And when we die
We'll rot in the ground
And the worms and birds and other words will eat our mouths
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8. |
Fire and Ice
03:39
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9. |
Ice-Cold Lemonade
03:26
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10. |
Along the Road
03:27
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11. |
Sister
04:03
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I'll play the songs I sung for you and then one day you'll hear them too
And if the words don't come to me I'll cut them out, I'll set them free
I want another day to dance inside my head, again, again
Then all the thoughts come flying out, I'm left inside with fear and doubt
They won't catch me
They won't set me free
If I lash out, don't cry
I'll shout
I would like to tell you though, the rose has leaves that lose their glow
And if I can't just seal it now I'll lose my grip and fall somehow
The late spring seed comes falling down, a little late to drier ground
But if I can get my way you'll see that seed become the tallest tree
They won't catch me
They won't set me free
If I lash out, don't cry
I'll shout
Sister...
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hippy song
03:05
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Get high underneath the branches of trees
We'll see who can blow the best circle
I don't like the wind, it makes me feel small
I got a piece of paper, says your name on it
If you want it, or I'll burn it up we'll say fuck
Fuck the man, yeah we'll say fuck the plans made for us
Fuck the people who make us feel small
They got market forces, logic on their side
I got the feeling of being alive
Won't you kill the machine for a dollar? A collar, like a dog
'Cause I'll call her if she wants my cock
But that's not what I mean, it's not what I mean
Fuck the man, yeah we'll say fuck the plans made for us
Fuck the people who make us feel small
For a penny, maybe little Jenny will grow up big and strong
But she won't go to private school and go to Harvard law
They say she's fucked, I say she's fuckin' free
Fuck the man, yeah we'll say fuck the plans made for us
Fuck the people who make us feel small
Won't you kill the machine for a dollar? A collar, like a dog
'Cause I'll call her if she wants my cock
And I mean it, I really fucking mean it
Fuck you all
And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah
And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah
And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah
And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah
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cornerstoned, we're lost in space
who will make us leave this place?
the cops came out and we all ran
who are they to tell us to behave
big red eyes and yellow teeth
this summer i want to lose my virginity
and there was you, and there was me
lost in some philosophy hey
My mind turned into a dopamine pool
I'm singing i'm dancing
We're playing with you
I never wanted to be brand new with you
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We climbed up to the rocks and saw the land below
I remember the rush of high
The thrill
Is this religion?
The ukelele strums and hums
I love the sound of smoking guns
We lied there on the grass
And watched the clouds float past
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When the days turned dry and cold
Held my sweater up to my nose
And sat up on the curb
For over an hour
Couldn't get her out of my head
For over a year might as well have been dead
Just forget about her man
Still can't fucking get over it
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Flourescent concrete got me caught in
Something beautiful but it's a jail
Just like any other
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15. |
Control
01:40
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New Metro Richmond, Virginia
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