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Lead Picnic
02:59
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If we ever sail away my dear,
I’ll turn blue as the water halfway through
Laughing and talking back won’t do,
I can’t pretend to make it up to you
Reaching into the bag of tricks,
I’d rather pack a lead picnic
I’ll read your smile as a dare
If you put me in place
I’ve done much worse than you know
And work each day to erase
Don’t you know I’m no good for you
Stepped on by the spiky red boots
Tempt me with the thrill of the fall
Failing now to fetter the gall
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2. |
House Mouse
02:54
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Hear that same old sound
House Mouse
The fiberglass his formal gown
He’s own his own
I know he’s gonna chew right through
Through
Look, his hand is blue
That’s new
I might as well go nude
Paint my whole body too
And paddle out to the moon
Moon
You never expect to be swallowed
You’re a mess, a mess
A mess
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3. |
FCW
03:19
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Five choice words from such a girl
Head splitting open and I’m bleeding blue
Hold my tongue and signal with hands
I love you so you won’t understand
Five choice words from such a girl
Head splitting open and I’m bleeding blue
Speech foregone and signal with hands
I love you so you won’t understand
Tearing off the skin that makes me
Doctor is the patient’s favorite
Gluing pieces back together
Only reborn if she’ll allow it
A tempting illusion like nautical health
Straight-arrow-wellness unfound
Nose to the clouds, one foot tethered down
One eye glazed with fire
I get a head rush
My heart ever lockless, her lovely mind’s key
Like leopard tooth and tortoise shell
Take interest but disagree
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4. |
Evening Gloves
03:32
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Goodness me
Maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree, baby
Girl I know your plan to settle down is hardly more than
Spinning circles in your head
If you need me I’ll be cutting off my hair and splitting wood
Fairly sweet, maybe he’s playing up the wrong moves, baby
Boy I don’t know how much longer I will know you
But I’m grateful each and every day
If you need me I’ll be changing shape and taking my sweet time
Evening gloves, her rubber gall
So tell me something
Say it ain’t so
Fearful girl keeps clawing at my jaw
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5. |
Tendinitis
02:06
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Speaks with a hurtful accent
Says sorry, it’s accident
Tendinitis, bent up into a pretzel
By your piousness alone
I don’t like your tone
Spare all the human details
And you won’t come out quite right
It ought to be a big sign
It ought to shed some light
That you’re not right
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6. |
Overgrowth
04:59
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She sinks her thumbs into the ground
And lets the worms escape
With a taste for the surreal
But without a dinner plate
The dying tree is bleeding sap
From where she carved her name
My eyes as wide as ever
Like nothing here has changed
I’m growing flowers from my wings
I’m aching in my joints from too much
Dancing in the rain
White teeth in the attic
In the clearest of air
Are growing brittle with time
And beyond repair
If my most prized possession
Is to fall out of line
I won’t mind
I take great pride in us placing this
Weight upon my chest
So that we sink right through the mud
And form our comfy little nest
Who do you think you’re trying to protect from the unknown
It’s all I’ve ever wanted to make everywhere my home
And now I’m slowly fading into black
We’ll absorb into each other
Words will fail to bring us back
White teeth in the attic
In the clearest of air
Are growing brittle with time
And beyond repair
If my most prized possession
Is to fall out of line
That’d be fine
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Birds
03:57
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Scared little animal
Chewing on fat
You will crash any minute now
Watching your back
Return to me
It’s sweet release
Like empty seas
Your life complete
Climbing the walls
You’ve made it nowhere at all
So it seems
Running from clouds
You made it halfway around the whole scene
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9. |
Glass Skin
03:58
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The roots run deep
I’ll celebrate myself on the way out
You missed a lot while looking for your face inside a puddle
In coming clean
I see it’s “if only” all the way down
Spent 20 years in picture frames without even a doubt
Look at me, you can’t say it
You can’t say it
You don’t want this
Like it’s cold
And you’re shivering
But your hair is neatly combed
Patience lost, the plants all gone
The face of sharp health growing soft
Shake hands and sneer
Why can’t we just get along?
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10. |
Spare Lungs
03:28
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Devil’s in me
Speaking softly
I did nothing wrong so now I let it haunt me
I’ve got time with spare lungs that still lack air
Living proof of no tomorrow
Sees her reflection in a beetle’s shell as famine follows
Cracking the glass on the dying grate
A small piece of paper says I forgot today
I’ve got time with spare lungs that still lack air
You could never tell me with a rose between your teeth
What it is that I deserve or what good works were make-believe
Get chewed out, sitting down, thinking aloud
Tuning out, shaking hands, here you are
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Trouble Bug
03:38
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If you grabbed and held onto uncharted territory tight
Where no one could laugh at you alone in the choir
Palms turned up the wrong direction
Losing grip quicker than you can say it’s going great
Holding a grain of sand between your biggest two front teeth
You could wish upon a shooting star before it passes by
Halo ‘round your head, baring your mother’s favorite smile
And still lose everything in seconds
Sense of self and happiness both tearing at the seams
It’s as fragile as can be but beautiful beyond belief
You just want to be safe from the trouble bug
You just want to be forever warm and free
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12. |
I Don't Want To
03:39
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I don’t want to
see right through you
Letting light in
Uninvited
Paper thin suits
Dressed like I don’t know you
placing feral bets on where the buck will stop next
not on you
i feel the same
I feel the same
what you see is not enough
maybe a student of the strange will find it rough
and move to pick your brain up by the stem
you’ll weigh so much without them
Like pouring fire down the hill
revenging ants such a cheap thrill
to scorch the earth and just move on
One tiny thorn to set you off
nothing quite like it after all
your blackened fallow desert lawn
such a simple way
to view the earth
you never thought you might be wrong
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13. |
Twine
03:38
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Aren’t you scared
Of what could happen out there
Could it be
They’ve all been laughing
As I mumble words and trip over their twine
You better learn
The peril that surrounds
Fix your hair and make that clicking sound
Before the fall
If you chop the tree
You’ll be the one
Without the colored leaves
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14. |
Hot Dice
05:30
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When you leave don’t make a sound
The trees will hear and stretch their frowns
Their smallest leaves are turning gray
Before long you too will lose your way
Is it the weather?
That gives me stained glass eyes
With a knack for rolling the dice
When you’re beaten black and blue
Beyond awareness of the bruise
Your smallest details turn away
And leave you in the broader space
Life underwater
Where it all slows down
Among the resting place of the light
And the salt that it drowned
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15. |
Steam Brain
06:03
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Every move I make
As an act of resistance
Every move I make
As an act of resistance
For my steam brain to take
And twist into thread
Sews a tired sequence in the palm of my head
He is not the guiding force
He has too many thoughts
And grows upset at needles and the clock
They gathered together
And they made a large effort
They gathered together
And they made a large effort
And they grew as they fought
The good it got better and the bad it got worse
It was all in their head
He is not the guiding force
He has too many thoughts
And grows upset at needles and the clock
You’re giving out
He’s taking everything away
Won’t you stop him, won’t you slow him down
You’re giving out
It doesn’t have to be this way
Looping thoughts, fixations, shutting down
So what’s it gonna be?
My friend? My enemy?
Tabula Rasa now, once again
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