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Dynamite Head
04:35
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O! Sweet death
Please mobilize me
Please keep me decent
Please make me free in life
Plant dynamite in my head
Dynamite in my billowy head
But have you ever spread the ashes of your friend
Into a gorge?
They fall as gracefully as a coffee cup
Jangling on top a dropped plate
Some rise back in the wind and plant in your eyes
Like a meek prince
Finally inheriting his land
But all the angels blazed the forest
In anticipation of a conquer
They say to be remembered you gotta be destroyed
You stand in your little post stamp of soil
Trying so hard to rip yourself from it
But don’t you know in order to do that
Let me show you the right way to do that
You gotta rip up the ground from underneath
You gotta rip up the ground completely
And if you rip up the ground completely
You gotta put it on your shoulders
Take it with you wherever you go
But don’t be too worried
Death is only an afterthought
A process without process
Like an abandoned robin’s nest
Don’t be so worried
There are an infinite amount of things
That can happen under the sky
That can happen over the sky, singing
O! Sweet death, please mobilize me
Please keep me decent, please make me free in life
O! Sweet death, you’ll mobilize me
You’ll keep me decent, you’ll make me free from life
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Ballerina
04:26
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The world seems much prettier when heard from my
Bedroom window sirens birds and storms blow trees
I wanna leap I wanna scream “life is beauty”
I wanna die from all this beauty
Ballerina in a music box you are still spinning
Amethyst carved into strawberries and watermelons
Hung on your wall, dizzy dizzy you pass out
Hidden behind your ear, dizzy dizzy you’re not too tired
We’re breaking records setting new PRs
Small victories here and there
You dream of God and call it a nightmare
2, 3, 4 hours since I got home
Skinny, skinny getting skinnier
Layers of skin blur into the bed til you can’t tell one from the other
The only thing that might remove you now is anger
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3. |
Cowboy Song
03:53
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Charlie get a grip, you could leave this all behind
Drive 10 minutes south and you’re out of sight already
Charlie don’t you know you’re in someone else’s mind?
I feel so close to you
For every nice village there’s a hundred ditches to sleep in
Charlie you could change your name, don’t it matter much anyway?
Everyone’s their own fucking diplomat you know
I don’t wanna be a diplomat with you
Tonight I’m going out to see people speaking in hush tones
Tonight I won’t be a man at all
Then maybe I could recognize you
And we’d sit in the street
For every thousand fascists there’s just one killing machine
Honey that is all we need rip ‘em by the seams like a wet baseball
And every cop killer gets a shiny trophy
Charlie get a grip put your toilet seat down
There’s a silhouette in the front yard it won’t move
It’s been there for years it’s been there for days I’ve seen it grimace
I could be a silhouette to you
Tonight I’m going out to see people speaking in hush tones
Tonight I won’t be a man at all
Then maybe I could recognize you
And we’d sit in the street
Tonight I’m going to to see people speaking in hush tones
Tonight I won’t be a man at all
Then maybe you could recognize me
And we’d sit in the shade
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4. |
Isaac Sincerely
06:17
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I'm not a hero
Face down a little drunk
I took your zero
And put it on my little tongue
I'm not a hero
Ass up a lot of drunk
Stationary stationary
Hum drum a little fun
Leap from those coat hangers
You can count on me
A bullet shot in the air
Has got to come down eventually
Floor is a black hole
Toxic vast void skyline
Diggin' baby diggin' babby
Strike gold strike moon
Slide down that slide
And you get back to the top
I line the ocean walls
A bracelet a necklace
I munch on my toes
Because they're right in front of me
Icarus Icarus, I'm here to catch you
"To be" is a slaughterhouse and all it's participle friends are flies
Flying round a dead goat crusted in its own shit a young artist
(I don't know but I been told, a good dog brings bones to its master)
God, thank you for listening, well here it goes, here I go
I look in the mirror and would like to slit my ears my mouth my nose
(For you you for you for you for good dog brings bones to its master)
I found your father's hat
Deep in his closet
Buried beneath red ferns
Scorpions and rat poison
He made me give it back
I loved you more than him
He hated me for that
And so did you
I'm not a hero
Face down a little drunk
I took your zero and
Put it on my little tongue
I'm not a hero
Ass up a lot of drunk
Icarus Icarus, I'm here to catch you
I just wanna be saved shave my head see the resemblance
Between loneliness and everyday living
Living every fucking day
(I don't know but I been told, a good dog brings its own bones to its
master)
Put me on your operating table cut me open take my insides out
replace the things you don't like with candy-sugar-munchin'
(For you you for you for you a good dog brings its own bones to its
master)
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There are precious rocks inside of me
Cut me open throw them into the sea
Then one of these days a wave will crash
And wash off our bad fantasies
I stood with him starkly on the monastery steps I guess
(goes to show/that’s how it goes)
On a bunk bed in a youth hostel
I looked down at my body from a
Place outside the window it was
Dark rainy I couldn’t see
So I took off for the country
Left a suitcase and a compass bleeding in the snow
(I woke up/eventually oh no)
But child you must always be grateful
A resurrection is a resurrection
And this suspended time sandwiched between
Chaos and chaos
You can try to figure it out
Or realize there is nothing at all to figure out
(but oh God/but I don’t wanna die)
‘Cause if you wander into the city for long enough
You’re bound to find a construction site
And if two lights are placed next to each other
Two lights are bound to blink in unison
We take what we can
Why not listen when a bell ring breaks silence?
(Tumbleweed/do what you need)
There are precious rocks inside of me
Is there anything beyond alone?
(I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know)
Do you remember when we stole the wine from
Behind the alter’s curtain?
We sunk into the grapevines of a
Holy humid lost time
We held hands on the altar and drank
The fruit forbidden from our ancestors
(and their ancestors/forever and ever)
And we stood up on the holy table
Knocked knuckles on the tabernacle
Waited for some kind of response
Waited for the Holy Spirit
To lift us off our feet like a cheap carnival ride
(gold tokens/funnel cake)
There are precious rocks inside of me
Is there anything beyond?
I don’t know
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6. |
Quid-Pro-Quo
04:42
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Was my joy at the expense of another?
Was my joy at the expense of another?
Was my joy at the expense of another?
So sordid so candid like Abu-Ghraib
Was my joy at the expense of another?
I'd scream into the void for you
But how do you process thin air?
Or maybe there's something else
A track to your dead mind, cosmic tatters
I can do anything I can do anything
Exploding sun, living room, carpet on the waterfront
Can’t handle the world
becoming itself over and over again over and over and over again
I can't know the whole world, I was not a little girl
But what's that make me now? Sitting on a park bench
Praying to the birds who lift prayers up to the sky
Those sweet messenger birds can't know the whole world
The whole wide world
I can do anything, yeah I can do anything
I battled January in Chicago
A 12 minute walk to my car in a lot across
From the British International School
I couldn't breathe I couldn't feel
Diving suit, heavy cage, 100 feet deep
It was a what-goes-up-must-come-down quid-pro-quo
No one can hear you, better hope the guillotine
Works on the first try, sitting on a park bench
Praying to the birds who lift prayers up to the sky
Those sweet messenger birds, can they know the whole world?
The whole wide world?
Was my joy at the expense of another?
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8. |
Angel's Dirty Knees
03:24
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It was Dubuque St. in the fall
No it was Bowery, or maybe S College
Fuck it
Locations, destinations, my little station
That no one can access
No one at all
White noise in the gutter
White noise in the street
White noise in the kingdom
White noise all around me
But all the stars are white noise
And all the stars are small talk
They’re saying “You’ve gotta feel bad if you wanna feel good”
“Sometimes you’ve gotta feel bad to feel anything at all”
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Josie's Experiment
04:10
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In a little muck called nevermind
I mistook your full belly
For a trampoline
In a little muck called nevermind
Tell me not to sigh
And I’ll have nothing to sigh about
It's nothing
No it’s less than nothing
Your chest points itself
Into itself like a compass
There are things you see
That happen independently
Of things that do happen
Things that don't happen
Things happen
A needle spins
There are a finite amount of times
My heart will beat
And the Earth will still exist without you
Until it doesn't
I've been having dreams
The great lakes will swallow Minnesota
The great lakes will swallow the midwest
Bite your tongue when you sneeze
Giant talking heads
Can't process fear
Can't process beauty
So you grab it by the wrist
Until its face turns white
Until my face turns white
They say at the heart
Of beauty is something
Inhuman
So I will punch the fucking wind
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