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Displaced for decades, folded up in blankets
Ah, that empty chrysalis
Now I am just a man with a gun in his hands
Questing for artwork
He saw it, the creeper
Ah, the ink of the mother
But am I racing to the bottom of a box of flower petals?
This window to the soul tells of relentless obsessions
With the devious destruction
I'm laughing in the mirror - it's for a completely different reason now
It's a completely different feeling-well
I don't expect you to believe me
The carrot-and-box, the thorn in the paw
I didn't expect you to believe it
The carrot-and-box, the thorn in the paw
But I couldn't accept what you were constructing
A thousand foot wall through summer and fall
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Drunk, in and on your own reflection
But do you even recognize it, man?
Inside, have you capsized?
In wine, are you leafing through time, wasting all your confidence?
It was your best defense
Will it ever make sense?
The tiny pieces that separate in vortexes, spinning in the kitchens
It's got you wishin', and losing grip and...do you remember when?
That bottle and that night, that photo and that fight
But I don't wanna write about it
So fuck this song! This band! This moment and this plan!
I just wanna sing "The Hand" and bunker-down the hotel
There, we can put it all on the table, we'll break right through the fourth wall
You know you want to come right on over here and cross that line
The writing-on-the-wall is on the floor in chalk
I can barely see it, it's so fine
So kick that little shoe out now and smudge it, just a little
Dip your turquoise toes into my bathtub
Overjoyed to see you in these quarters of convenience
If there's one thing I've left behind me, it is my half-heart
Half-heart
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Sudden Goodness
07:58
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Assuming there's a line about time and you can believe it
It's a red-red bottle o' wine and a checkout beeping
It was a time when you were out of reach
It was a time when you were out of peace
She gathered up the bones, she gave them all a little machine
And now, imagine there's a book written 'bout you and it's untitled
It's about a Loser of Oz who's always waiting with the blade up
Set it down before the circumstance
Put it down into the devil hands
Stretch it out, the golden hair - you walk it like a tightrope
It's like a tightrope
Let's call it "Tightrope: You Feel Ev'ry Oscillation"
For all the parking in lots, honey
Why did I make it so hard for you?
The street-sweeper nights, honey
Why did I make it so hard
You gathered up my bones into little machines of fences and parks
Golden dogs in yards
I made it so hard
For all the writhing in lots, honey
Why did I make it so hard for you?
Those street-sweeper nights, honey
Why did I make it so hard?
You gathered up my bones into little machines of fences and parks
Golden dogs in yards
I made it so
All these hopes and these fears, sometimes we take them too far
And as winter draws near, every year, you're peeling out in the yard
You gathered up my bones, yeah you cleaned up the gore
Dreaming of every misdeed and impossible grievance, asleep in your car
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Muva Erf
19:53
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The loop, it begins where it ends, of course
A Venn diagram of hearts
And just how is that absorbed by insect antennae?
But this is no confessional shoulder-on
I know that I am just a grave robber comin' through the gate
Comin' through the gate
It made me finally see it could be the other way around
Now I'm wondering if it could be me there dangling
Was it in the dream where the crack in the street grew so big?
The crack in the street grew so big, swallowed all the cars and kids
Grab on the sweater! The Earth is spreading!
Screaming my mantra, just a little black water
Taking the bait and taking the trip down
It's just a little black water, sun'll come out and dry me right up
It's just a little black water
Remember you said it never hurt nobody
It's just a little black water, now it's transformed into a tiny dog collar
Trapped inside the tiniest bottle
Swimming around and you can't climb out
It's just a little black water, and you promised me it never hurt nobody
Grab on the sweater! The Earth is spreading!
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Kitschy Ohio
Exuberant swells of jubilation are chocolate-chipped with smoky ripples of longing and confession. Kitschy stacks the listener up and melts them back down, only to begin from the bottom again.
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