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Waterheim
05:59
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water fight, waterheim
they say everything just blows away, sure as hell hope this goes away
when summer comes again, i'll lick my wounds and start again
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Bones
06:01
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bones and eyes and mouth
it's the boy
and he's hiding out
i could touch his face
fills with color in the place
where the sky hangs low
his mother is below
she won't know
he won't cry anymore he's the lord
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3. |
Way Out In the Woods
03:39
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way out in the woods
i don't wanna fall
and i don't wanna get
way out in the woods
i don't wanna fall
and i don't wanna get hurt
way out in the woods
you got called a name
and i just laid there dying
bleeding from the heart
sitting here at home
n i'm just holding a cigarette
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Crazy Jane
04:04
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'Love is all
Unsatisfied
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul';
And that is what Jane said.
'Take the sour
If you take me
I can scoff and lour
And scold for an hour.'
'That's certainly the case,' said he.
'Naked I lay,
The grass my bed;
Naked and hidden away,
That black day';
And that is what Jane said.
'What can be shown?
What true love be?
All could be known or shown
If Time were but gone.'
'That's certainly the case,' said he.
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Island
06:24
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Falling fog on windswept, rain-soaked dunes
Scatters time and time again the shifting hope
And static dread of the islander's heart.
With every angered pulse on Pamlico's door
Withered and decaying sands yield precious inches
Gathered from unknowable sources
Defying god and all his might and vigor
Stands tall and resolute cedar-planked forests
Of fleeting homes for passersby in transit
To life beyond, yet searching for recluse
Those straggled scattered few
bent to nature's winds
disquieted by howling ululations
And stretched by pounding undulation
then live in shifting tides of changing faces
Yes those straggled scattered few are lifted then
to life commensurate of all before them
Who haunt the hypnagogic mass of fleeting bathers;
Spirits ancestral who, by their divinity
Blow winds as fierce as on the rain-soaked dunes.
Those straggled scattered few
Then stranded though they be
Live life empyreal and noble through that force
That bends them for that force shall one day,
And for time immeasurable, be conflated with their own
Falling fog calls forth those scattered dead
That stranded, dreading, staid their time
And left upon this fragile strip, ever mortal
A life beyond, remembered well.
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Belfast
04:37
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Empty streets and brackish puddles
Pains of setaceous caterwauling wind
on rain-streaked broken panes
Gently rising mist round illucid lamps
Sweet skies scented with smoke
and purple clouds obscuring stars
houses, homes are ever living
faintly lighted warm, and welcome
picking out the unlit buildings
broken home and house divided
out the broken windows, crying
Pains of living scream with the wind
Throes of death speak loudest silent
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7. |
Pho Indie
00:51
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8. |
Pretty Girls
00:48
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pretty girls rock your world n you'll never have a heart
in their dress you'll find the best, back behind her night dress
she's quiet, coy, she's great at sex
she's so profound you'll never see
she's shallow as a puddle
now I know all women are bad
they're evil little things
and if one's hands are 'round your neck, might as well be a string
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I am so harsh, and you are so pretty
maybe on Monday we'll go make a baby
or in a year
in a year it'll be Sunday
when all our problems are fears
a few short years later, our kid will be big
and when he gets angry, he'll yell like a bitch
we'll holler and fight, because no one is happy
the world will seem small, stupid, and lacking
i'm scared for my children
i'm scared for their mother
she's over the edge, though i know i still love her
but our family is strangled and dead
i just hope to God that this ends
we'll be old and numb in the end
the numbness seems better than this
better than this shit
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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 me in a year
there's a soft ringing in your chest
from the bullets that I laid there
and I hope that you'll forget me in a year
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New Metro Richmond, Virginia
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