1. |
Dead Animals in America
04:42
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dead animals in america
strewn, horrible
ever in my vision
it's a sin of mine
walking in crooked straight lines
dead animals in america
still, skeletal
oh the rigid bones of birds of flight behind
belly up and open wide
fidgety humans
innumerable
and outside they all lie
now I chase light
catching dead bodies in the dark
my feet upon this land of graves
dead animals in america
she kicks stones in a parking lot
his big bones and headphones
things begotten rot alone
fidgety humans
innumerable
and outside they all lie
the wind is keeping all its secrets
and inside we all lie
now I chase light
catching dead bodies in the dark
now I make light
my feet upon this land of graves
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2. |
Oliver
03:34
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oliver's dizzy feet
stumbled him into the street
in a town that's coated crimson
by dick joke cackling white boys
and ghosts that whiten your hair
with a kind of frightening stare
oh, oliver, where do you reside?
it's a heart shaped state
in a collage
eight tracks in a garage
I love the sound, the surgical pop
of your collage
muddy tracks in a garage
I get so tired
they don't ever stop
the shouts from under the driveway
startling those yard sale shoppers
they didn't know he was just singing along
oh, oliver, we sing along
to your collage
eight tracks in a garage
I love the sound, the surgical pop
of your collage
muddy tracks in a garage
I get so tired
they don't ever stop
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3. |
Traveling Salespeople
03:43
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spinning webs in the halls of holy hell
they glisten and they shimmer and they buy my time so well
we speak the tongue of our conquerers and say
what traveling salespeople say
how on earth did it end up this way?
when I dream I don't recognize my face
the air is thickening a language I cannot place
when I dream I dream I dream...
heard a sermon from the church of kurt cobain
I'm anemic but you make my taste ok
gotta find a better way to say
what traveling salespeople say
I don't wanna know how it ended up this way
when I dream I don't recognize my face
the air is thickening a language I cannot place
when I dream I dream I dream...
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4. |
Paint
02:34
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handsome, bright and rare
or free
with abhorrent and dead weight
getting all stoked for summer
the heat brings it all out in you
when no demons call, I'll be your different one
you paint my face with the colors that your brain invents
fill me in or picture me
love thine enemy
our way out is in
all the leaves are leaving slowly now
such a brilliant offering, fiery and cold
amassing, congregating there beneath the sky
when no angels fall, I'll be your different one
you paint my face with the colors that your brain invents
fill me in or picture me
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5. |
A
03:55
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I just read what you sent
and...I don't know
it sounds like fun but I'll let you know
I don''t wanna let you down
I know I have
my past is shit
and I don't wanna take you there
get ahead of myself
staring behind
I don't wanna take you there
now this looming wind is coming round again
I must be kind to you
I just read what you sent
and...I don't know
it sounds like fun but I'll let you know
I don't want to let you
I don''t wanna let you down
I know I have
my past is shit
and I don't wanna take you there
I don't know what you know
about choking air
I need to breath
I don't wanna take you there
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6. |
Hymn
02:53
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to hear the mountaintop men of a particular hue
vomit their voices down from places pillowy and assumed
and from within this to exist
a collection of consciousness
often my headroom's fraught with thoughts I thought of
brought up lonesome and impressionable
vulnerable and susceptible
to make believe
to make believe
and now my eyes see tattooed
those shallow whites and deep blues
and I know I could talk it out in rooms of confidence
my relics entombed by sunbathing moons
I'm make believe
I'm make believe
billowing black nebulas rise from ashen hills of classics
a dead stop, redirecting from old avenues of care
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7. |
Worlds
03:46
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the present disappears
life is but a dream
one plated golden rule
I don't know what you mean
inconsequent and sensed out
I'm not as real as they
one and one separate
will you leave the world without
loving the world within?
stop to consider that you do matter
stop to consider for worse of for better
and I could know you
and you could know me
I could know you, I could know you
holy, patient
I look into mirrors and photographs
so much to see, to feel
I reach to hold your hand
it's there then gone
the blue river flows through all the world
one and one separate
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8. |
Water and Wind
04:53
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water and wind
suddenly I am surrounded by you again
water and wind
you wrap around every little sound that I'm hearing
drift, float, lift, go
to you
water and wind
suddenly I am surrounded by you again
water and wind
you wrap around every little sound that I'm hearing
the rain to the waves
is the sound of your name
to me
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9. |
Two Punks
03:14
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we'll drive upstate and check it out soon
just me and you
I've been saving up
I know that you have too
just think of it
the front of house: a queendom all your own
leave recipes and kitchen hours to me
I can't progress
I can't grow here
there's no room in which to move
we're just cleaning machines aren't we?
in and out we go
I found my temper but it was too late
I barked at them again
they treat me here just like an old, mean fool
there must be something I'm missing
there must be some way of living that died before it reached me
I circled your ring finger with gold
now I circle the block before I come home
we'll drive upstate and check it out soon
me and you
I've been saving up
I hope that you have
you have to(o)
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