1. |
Picture w/ the Breasts
03:46
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Kill me slow, I don’t know
Rising good times
with a knife in her back
in her side, acquaintances
for good times
for another night
Saw us all through a window in
chamomile sun
try to speak in a language of
words are all gone, oh
I try and I try to rest
nobody is best
What an eagerness
morning was breathing before
Persephone reaches her white hand
she withdrew, in the
evening when then she knew that
my love wasn’t true
thought a house light
was the moon
my lady there’s
nothing lucid about June
and I will be so stuck
I will be so proud, I will
be laughing along
in a haze never withdrawn
down on West Michigan Street
in my best, tightest blue jeans
some queen out of hell
kizza me
some queen out of hell
kizza me
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2. |
Plumstar
04:23
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Liberty is mine
to celebrate a time, when
Plumstar rose from her bed
Joined trinity divine
fell over a knife then, marking
red the night everywhere
‘cause there’s all sorts of
blazing lights then
like little stars she shout at
out of love like a scorn lash
scar and stripe flying
unpredictable a beauty
goddess with a lisp is laughing
mouthful of blood radiating, well
she becoming to me
Liberty is mine
to celebrate a time, of
diminishing light on a dress
torn asunder, the
Plumstar name
on that day we sit in the shade
It’s a somewhat faithful
mind relied on, when
dust is settled in the mirror
thick a lipstick kiss
applied on, out of
love like a scorn lash
- chorus -
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3. |
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I never said I hadn’t had
so many tiny deaths
ones we haven’t had yet, along
the Rose Highway
Judas’ what blushes stole
forever on this road
there ain’t ever been an end, always
unraveling
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I’ll be the sun on the rose tar,
all funerals so far
bouquets and flowers for
my friends
who die a tiny death
boo reins steady hands can’t hold
crushing ‘neath pedals old
I’m bleeding more than I could have
along the Rose Highway
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4. |
Loverboy
02:27
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Slight murder
no moon above, infinitely
out of love
you marry
yourself because vanity
the only one, and
that part of ya
that part of ya
high rise never dies
that part of ya
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pour vodka
remember sayin’
how it might end up
this way
small matter, but
for a while
where you fall
asleep tonight
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5. |
Bruise
02:15
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Neon bend
sweet breath in
my face
I knew
I knew it right then
for a moment
other than how
I am to and
other than how
I am to please
what else could I have
done for a bruise?
red hands over
cracked lips salutes
little boy gone
he shirking burdens
left us yet wept
as he went on, oh
Neon bend
sweet breath in
my face
darkest life
is wandering
at night
other than how
I am to and
other than how
I am to please
what else could I have
done for a bruise?
Anything for this
kind of a bruise
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6. |
Letmedown
03:13
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Let me down the locust tree
tell me honey
I am meek
by my arrow
jealousy
well, I know
I know you
do it well
I know, I know you
do it
was red river
you was baptized
every pore
swallowed
there a statue in
your like
I seen it in
every light
that famous bridge
I used to kiss
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Hollow rhetoric
it seems every
word is given me
bailing bailing
baleful eyes, ah
black setters are
pointing down and
bearing all their
teeth
Let me down the locust tree
tell me honey
I am meek
is there a house of
knives I
don’t belong?
well, I know
I know you
do it well
I know, I know you
do it
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7. |
Anniversary
03:16
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When the bullets fly over
I am loving champagne
here’s our little thief of dimes
brightly in the haze
kissing my face,
bring them back
We’re a far away fire, it’s
the same every day
put it in a little dress
it still look the very same
faithful prick
done in lace
Sounding gun some
chamber’s choir
pulling very slowly out
these sentimental ways
scrape my cheek
bring them back, well
it’s a heavy day today
never quite put it away, we’re
still numbing every pain but
my friends are alive
bring them back
bring them back ‘cause
I live in the refrain
shit anniversary
what an harvest has been, we’re
touching ourselves again
Van Morrison singing
it’s a cruel little joke, ah
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8. |
Pony Den
03:07
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Some parking lot wind cruel
gone settled through my soul
so many nights of
rock-n-roll
gone yet can’t
let go
was cryin’ out a pool in
a recent scene, well
I took it down
in a single draught
well, having trouble stand
I look at you for help
you flip me a bird and
fast are walkin’ out, ah
my perennial friend come
to carry me
come into sight
changeless petal
dawn of time
awakens me, my
perennial friend come
to carry me
the flag is seein’ everything
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9. |
Softpack
02:45
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What did you think,
that she would quietly go?
I whisper into a hollow shell
says mine addiction
this is a private show
safely around a
song in my heart
I get low
drug store meals today
I whisper into a hollow shell
sings to me a golden echo
I never heard, unless
I’m asking for help
bended knee
‘low a body unwell
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An expiration is
a melody sung
what did you think,
that she would quietly go?
something about her, like
a flowering gun
bested us in
another round.
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