1. |
hang-up
04:13
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words made only for distinction
a hang-up on the naming of things
it’s just an exaggeration
an illusion married to futility
you ask what I’m thinking
and i hesitate
it’s more like a feeling
it’s vague either way
observing the chronic tension
in an unseen part of my body
that begs some kind of definition
an incomplete image of me
the universe chases its own tail
so what remains of self-control?
i can’t see the water
should i just let it go?
let it go
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honeypot
03:26
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a dewey-eyed and fragile kind
of life we think we know
feelin brave in a new way
but i’m sweatin through my clothes
thought i’d give it the old college try
but i’s a couple years behind
so forgive me
i think i was born to raise the dead
and bum out all of my friends
it’s a living
there’s a goth bar in austin
where i don’t wanna dance
there's a hotel in chicago
where I'm tryin to hold your hand
shoulda kept all my thoughts soft
hell, maybe i’d have been better off
i can’t stand straight
well you’ll never how much you’ve got
with both hands in the honey pot
it’s a real shame
and when It feels like it has all gone to hell
sometimes the flowers arrange themselves
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parade
03:05
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they marched by the harbor
with banners and a band
children up on shoulders
with ice cream in hand
when the ice has all melted
but the drink still tastes the same
i’ll stand up and take to the streets
and try to catch the end of the parade
colorful garbage
is filling up the street
everyone’s so excited
they don’t ever want to leave
after the last float passes
and the music all fades
there’s still a few people hangin around
in the mess at the end of the parade
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4. |
eden
02:47
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feet burn in the sand
dunes displaced by hand
make a border in the earth
to divide the promised land
o' repellent eye
show me what i’ve been denied
some heathen-loved eden locked behind the pearly gate
well even in eden the snakes still had their say
tell me what i’ve done
can i still lift the curse?
i’ll keep my mouth shut
and I’ll get back to work
tell me all the rules
is it just pretend?
do i still get my reward
if i just play dead?
will i see Free again
and all my long-dead pets?
put me in the garden
invite all my friends
well everything is free
milk and honey in my tea
it’s my destiny
it’s the genetic lottery
if it’s not a race
then just say it with a straight face
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gino dal cin Dallas, Texas
mostly just singing to my phone. let's none of us have a cow.
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