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ghost hardware
01:08
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ghost hardware on the bus to manhattan,
september ninth, washed-out gray through the
big tv-screen windows, daydreams of
alcoholic smiles, pretty
faces, hunter eyes––
who steps in kind without this shuffled beat? i am
tracing the genealogy of my broken wings, i am
thinking i’m the parakeet who stares and does not sing, i am
positioned in a shell of light, absolute terror field,
swaddling neuroses, cradling suicides,
in between the here & there, the now & then.
and i said, driver, can you please
unlock the hatch? i am trying
to smoke a cigarette, and i said,
driver, can you please
unlock the hatch? i am trying
to smoke a cigarette…
and if this semi crashes into us,
and we all die,
then we all die,
and if this semi crashes into us,
and we all die,
then we all die.
and we all died.
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dead dog (feat. bloss)
01:36
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*messy*:
i saw your body in the smog
i saw you floating down the river like a
dead dog
i saw you it was a mirage
i saw you hung & drawn & quartered
like a
i saw you tied up like a hog
i saw you spitting in a cup with all your
teeth gone
i saw you dashed in by the rocks
i saw your body in the river
and i was like
*bloss*:
choked on the current like a handful of ashes
ten beers in can barely stand let alone swim
you're the only one i love my special little cinderblock
without you what would i'd do i'd cut my fuckin
ankles off
*unintelligible* rattled on against the current half blackout
i'm so rattled shaken up i think i'm catching up now
remember when we first met? i would sing your fave song
try to grab your hand but then i cut your fuckin
fingers off
i'm alone again
i'm alone again
i'm alone again
i'm alone again
i'm alone again
oh god
i'm alone again––
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3. |
grief seed
02:54
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she had an evil thought
and so she ate it
and she became it
it nestled up in her heart
in her joints and in her sockets
like the mice in the closet
and she, she didn’t mind
no she, she didn’t mind
she sees devils in the patterns of the walls
when she is sober
she takes form if but to dream
and dreams of hell
she is lying she is cheating she is bold
and she is see-through
she is blameless, she is whole,
her god is good
she is blameless, she is whole,
her god is good
she is blameless, she is whole,
her god is good
she is blameless, she is whole
her god is good
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talky talky tv man
please singsong me to sleep
i am tired
and the silence
makes me feel so very weak
i’ve got headaches
i’ve got tremors
i’ve got bad things in my brain
if i wake and you've gone silent
talky talky tv man
i cannot be alone
you know boredom’s been so foreign
since the moment i was born
from old picture books and playthings
to this high-end gaming chair
where i sit and smoke and touch myself
and stare and stare and stare
talky talky tv man
i cannot miss a beat
show me everything
from tonga to the island of crete
show me cities that are burning
show me friends that get shot down
make me omniscient
and powerless
and leave me here on the ground
talky talky tv man
please singsong me to sleep
i am tired
and the silence
makes me feel so very weak
i have headaches
and i get these tremors
i have bad shit in my brain
if i wake and you've gone silent
i think i might
i just might go insane
i just might go insane
i just might go insane
if i haven't already
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pillowcases
02:51
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everything i thought i knew was wrong
every time i come back come back
i'm singing the same song
everything i want to do is so worrying
i just want to fuck off and go to sleep
trying to enjoy myself at all
waiting for something to change
been waiting for so long
try to get fucked up enough to sleep easy
beat my head on pillowcases i'm so so gone
i just want to go to sleep
every time i wake up i can feel it like a heartbeat
pound too deep like *!!!*
ainnit a sad thing?
pop another bottle take it easy it’s just acting
take it easy it's just,
pop another bottle take it easy it's just––
take it easy it's just,
pop another bottle it's just––
everything is so cool i love it here
yahweh made a perfect world
for all of us to enjoy
every day i sing and i have fun
so many people love me
so many people love me
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energy
energy energy
chevron
energy
energy energy
exxonmobil
energy
energy energy
shell
energy
energy energy
exxonmobil
please hide
it’s a poison sun
i don’t wanna see you swallowed by the light so
for the love of god, run
wet a towel with cognac, lay it over my head
put a little in the water, it'll clear out the lead
take off those sweat-stained stick-sickly clothes
stay here with me, we can peacefully
decompose
here in the garden
far away from the garden
here in the garden
far away from the––
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hey
it’s been a while
what the fuck is up?
i missed you
cold
like your toes
is your iron low?
or did you
bleed
out those things
heaven brings
that ailed you
pinned
to your bed
holy friends
surround you
pinned
to your bed
holy hands
upon you
and we
sat outside
listening to
the powerlines
and we
we sat outside
listening to
the powerlines
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8. |
wasted (goodnight)
02:18
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light splits behind my eyes, i’m wasted
like the very first time
cross your legs and look down keep your lips tight
drink until you can cry
my bones are settling in more all the time
and they’ll settle in til i die
they’ll settle in til i die, til i die
they’ll settle in til i die
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Care System Youngstown, Ohio
song & dance enthusiast. worm girl. easy listening for young adults who are sociable, employable, and quick to make friends.
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