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The Thickets
03:53
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my eyes are half closed
and i'm stumbling through the thickets that I shovel
And i stumble through the lull on the wire, i'm tired, i'm biting and pushing hard
I am slanted, and you are slanted
god, let's not slant
instead now, we'll lean on each other
baby holds her stomach in fear it might hang
mama's boy is alright
We blank on carpools tonight, and it's worth
mama's boy being alright
I am finally a marauder for you
even Echo starts to sing with them
as i wrap my head around your love
I rip the root and whip the slave
And you clink your glass eye
I'm alright
But the clean up in the morning is too much for me
So i am turning red, every time i leave
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I've Turned Red for You
05:44
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Do you mind that my mind disappears?
I want to calm you, ease you
Sell off every bit of your ache so that i can buy our mind back
seduce my spine, it's all so stiff
I swing from you
Busy face, you look so tired
Your eyes got lighter as i kept you up
I've never pushed through so hard to climb on bones
We tighten tighten in celebration
crashing glass with bola feet
clenching 'til the animals are over me are over me
You better not leave me in the swimming hole
where you used to go
cause I missed your call with my ringing ears
we've been covered by fur
we're ashamed of it
born with a virgin falling asleep in the east
And the fish crawling in me from the west
You quiver because i've kept my hands to myself
and the sun holds you more than i do
then we collapse in to bonfires
She whimpers when I hold the back of her neck
And wobbles like a ladder when i release it
Now you're through the waters
and the ceiling is crumbling
You are picked up when your bread is stale
I just need a light that is all dressed up
Busy face, you look so tired
Your eyes are swollen in the straightest line
Your posture bends in still air
and you throw your throat down in filth fits
We tighten tighten in celebration
Chimney smoke and everything shakes
tempting the sky with the sweetest sweetest blow
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Tighten Tighten
02:43
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I took off my hand and threw it in the fan
I sold my plot of land with a widow in the drawer
I am trying to beat my eyes to sleep
Come as my loaf of bread
Come lie to me
I stood to hold these men's hands with bleeding palms
At the lawn at dawn
Come lawn at dawn
Slipping into places that no one dares call places
I'll stop dancing when the lady in red
puts her nerves into a slingshot at seagulls
I couldn't help but fall asleep
The crow clears its throat, i clear mine, we speak
it's almost impossible not to steal away someone
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4. |
In An Alley
04:17
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lateral sounds when i chip your tooth
lateraled alone and when i cross through you
become annealed when i melt you down
lateral sounds when i rearrange our mouths
annoy the yawn
you are a leaner
tearing early
i've been in an alley lately
the alto is alert this year
she relays on yarn
and tolls the layer
it's real and lonely
now i talk to your back
hours and hours and hours the lady pulls down her sleeve
afraid her sunspots grew, she's bending wood for me
i'm a cicada for you, babe
i saw you bend your toe into the pavement without a flinch
and the lamp breaks
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Now It's Our Park
06:08
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she is peeking with that smile, then averts to laugh
i then climbed everest and made sure my eyes could rise and fall
I used to hide you under my covers naked
and you used to hide me under your bed clothed
i watched your blink stick, "don't ever leave me when it's raining that hard"
i never seemed to get far enough by the end of the day
The dog barked, another dog barked, they started barking together
The speed of you, woman, having sense in the car
keeping up with the light, i feel so go that i made the sun shrink
she lies about being a glazer
could you still make love with your husband?
green, sliced, and glazed
I always see you adjusting your curtains
green
they're always there panting
i walk backwards and forwards to change my eye color
green
don't mind my hands
two of you could fit in my arms
shake, a lie is a glazer
it's my defeat
let's talk, no, can i buy you dinner
no, just come
Green, sliced and slimmer
Your pocket is swollen
You can't stand up anymore
i felt you singing without opening your mouth
you stole my wing
because you swore that the sky had a shoreline
I'm not believing in dying Anna
Are you afraid of a man who sleeps inside of a child's breath?
i stand up and spin, and show you both of my sides
I panted home blindfolded
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I cannot understand how you walk through my hand when you call
You're like when the smoke hits the ground
I'm no man when i hear a woman's laughter
we just twist around on beds 'til we're okay
i twist all around you
and you liked it
but you kept staring at my pocket
and you tried to quilt me
and we thought we were a pile
so we ran we ran we ran to find the bottom
i'm a dark dart thrown
You've been carrying milk
I don't want to hurdle you
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The Lamp Breaks
04:23
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Everything moves faster in February
The moon is hunching over
No more ripples, no more towers that might or might not fall
I fit through the door frame
I never let you sleep in the spare room
I don't want the piss on my hands
I don't want to see the changing color of your eyes
I handed you the stoker
and brushed my hands across the chimes
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The Swimming Hole
08:38
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I can't hear this saw right now
it's a tease
and all the little girls flock like red faces
I've turned for the larger ride
You stand in my back road path
My venus
I get out and it's the room my tongue tossed and turned in
i used to curl in order to grow up
i used to bend my stomach
now i'm just holding the sweetest
now i'm just holding their oldest
And the curb said i came with a man
but i left with the bride
sometimes your teeth burn
and i hate you
and you are naked in the fall
but when you are in my car
and i hold my hand on that saw
god i can't hear it all
but it sounds like a man who can speak well
And he's making you flutter and sink and fill
The slice from my back's in your hand
I kept an apple and crown
your head in your hand
standing on the back of your young
we begin to tolerate tunnels
my father's laugh beside us
a church
raised near the swimming hole
a church
raised near the roof where we bent
and i found that bit of light you left for me
and i loved you hard
"sometimes i forget how to stretch. I'm over-revolving. I'm spinning too much. I fell through my sheets insecurely. I have been watching my deep breaths rock my heart. She's asleep. I don't want to dampen. I never woke up today. I caught cold from the swimming hole. I must have been bit by some fish cause i have red marks on my chest and cheeks. But there is something to come home to and I have a horse to ride on now. I remember walking home alone vaguely now but it seems so far away. I think of my thoughts and they all choke me up. But the swimming hole is a month away when usually i can get there within a matter of seconds. I used to think I could have two swimming holes but my gorgeous horse informed that that isn't so. "
You drain this fountain deep
So dark are the temples of a woman who i care for
as she cups my wormwood
You stand in my spineless wrath
my venus
blackbody burns and i look bluer than the almighty
The healing of an arrow wound is slow
I used to rip them like listening
now i'm just hurting the sweetest
now i'm just hurting their oldest
And i'm trying not to die here again
oh but i'm falling in love
and sometimes my teeth unstitch
like a rose picked
My pants are vernal in shade
when you bend to graze
And i hold my hand on that saw
Oh i can feel it dissolve
And i tasted your honey, it dripped to my feet
It's making me flutter as i drink and you scream
And your tears made a punch in the sand
I'm not animal tonight
I'm a human that tends
standing on the back of your young
we begin to tolerate tunnels
my father's laugh beside us
a church
raised near the swimming hole
a church
raised near the roof where we bent
and i found that bit of light you left for me
and i loved you hard
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