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Rite About You
03:29
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a ring worm worry that's turn me blue
i don't know how to sing about you
moving out of your blouse and into my jeans
i can tell that they've missed me
and you're freaking out
and im wigging out
turns out you're the skeleton witch
and the map that you gave me
roads elusive like the veins that you feed
dragging myself to the mirror
remitting that zombie that appears
a heavy heart weighs more than i thought
wooo
learning a lot from bruising you
but you wouldn't let go as you're tying my noose
recklessly pitching my heart at the game
a home run was hit and my eyes they gleam
go long
go long
losing weight you say it's what i gave away
gnashing my teeth at myself in the mirror
a reflection full of disdain
hey i need you guys before you find me wandering naked
and all this time alone hasn't been liberating at all
i have to clean this up
no it wont clean itself
a ring worm worry thats turn me blue i dont know how to sing about you
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Swimming
03:58
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The hunch on my back
Is from the weight I held
I had to bite back
And send gravity to hell
I'm a little comfortable with this noose around my neck
That's freaking me out
Maybe I'll learn how to swim
I'm a little bit lonely but that's ok
I'll gather up some friends to get loud again
You know you feel good when you're not moving
You know feel better if you'd learn how to swim
Keep in mind that you're on your own
No matter how well you keep your telephone
You know you're not wrong, that's a folly step
Procuring black eyes from these angry arms
Polish your cares and caress your bliss
Stop cutting your hair when you feel scared
I'll admit I'm not that organized
Maybe it's good, I won't apologize
I've been damn well good enough to have some value when I walk
I've worked long and hard enough to have some value when I talk
We've been damn well good enough to have some value when we walk
We´ve worked long and hard enough to have some value when I talk
I´ve been treading for a while now
Been a little better since I learned how to swim
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Penny$
03:01
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I admit I´m missing home more and more each year
I find it hard to hear through my haggard heart
This ten cents looks good with your thoughts
You have so much to say but you´re not saying much, hey
It´s been eighteen years of you watching her grow
Fertilizing the world around her so she won´t know
Come on man, just let her go
Those pennies for her thoughts are piling up in your pockets
Weighing you down
Till your last breath
Harder to breathe
I´ll lasso you up so I´ll be around you every day
I´ll shake my ass so I don´t look bored in your brilliant eyes
My knowledge is artificial anyways
I´m paying visits to my computer when I should be lacing up shoes your way
The daily commute gives me a jumpstart, either way
All I wanted you to do
Is sleep with me x2
But I´m losing money
For your thoughts
I´ll never hear x4
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4. |
Wild Squall
04:10
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I´m sorry dad, I could have been a better man
As we´re climbing straight up that mountain
I´m on your back I´m going bananas
Losing my mind in middle school
Formerly funded by you
But never really went anywhere
It took both of my eyes to see
I was turning into the man in front of
Me
So I´ll take what you give me
And I´ll do what you want
And I´ll be naked
Yeah I´ll be in a trance, yeah
Emma´s on a ship, it´s made of blankets
It´s never gonna go anywhere
Samuel Jackson walks up on this ship, he says
You got a lot of demon snakes on your ship
They´re your bad luck
They´re your failures
It looks like we´re your friends
He looks up to the sky, wrinkles his brow
Says there´s a storm a´coming
So I´m on a ship
And it´s sinking fast
What am I to do
When you look like that
So I tied myself in a pretty noose
Every plank I walk ends with you
Cashing in my checks for a gaunty frame
The driftwood quality that uses up the flames
Dollar bills wrapped around you like snake skin
A cobra oh so tight, but he never bites
And you can go to hell
Your red right hand´s connected to a burning man
And it´s all just a spectacle
It´s just an animal fight
No one ever wants to step in between
The one time I wanted to use you
And our pheromones took flight and you used me too
My eyes grew as big as the sea
Rowing myself through melancholy
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Spit
01:44
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Swear I was going to say it, but you spat on it first
A crutch spit shined with the value of a curse
And I could tell you why, but that would sell this short
The price of my old damn crippled heart, is compensated
By the sight of your face
And the worth of your words, I´ll let them make my day
But if you do what you want, and don´t care for me
I´m painfully envious of everything free
You got your ropes tied tight, chafing the best of me
And finally seeing where your legs would lead
So don´t water my lap with those starry eyes
That shit won´t fertilize
A home
Swear I was going to say it, but you spat on it first x4
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6. |
Ahhhh No
06:10
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I´ve acquired the skills that have deemed me to believe
To wear everything on my sleeve
Hang myself up in my closet to cool down
I´m not that fond of myself lately
I´m not going to lie, I wouldn´t change anything
Just listen to my respiratory system and try to sleep
Recycling your face in my mind, my black soot skull
You´re as quirky as me and it´s throwing me off my feet
But I ain´t losing you to my two left foot head
You´re so cute and I want to bring you to my bed
We can talk about dreams, or whatever you like
As long as you stay, as long as you stay
I´ve been told I need to wax my heart
Before I make a mold of yours
Because mine is possibly rampant, or rubbed away
Yours looks so sweet, oh please
Gary I think you´re right, I wish you were not
My ankles hurt, and I hate myself
Build you a castle so quickly
Setting my frame on fire can be a little scary, yeah
But man I think I´m gonna lose you
I just can´t live with me
But I have a plan to put you back in my place
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7. |
Thirsty Flowers
02:51
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8. |
Big Ol' Universe
03:39
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Thoughts skipping through my head and chase for the dead
Skirts tickling their legs, asking for it
I bid farewell to the man with worth well over his head
Feeling like a soul searching for heaven
Close the gates to my nose, to my face
I'm ok
My tongue like a lost lamb
Lying to yourself is no lie
It's just a truth told twice
Drink your self esteem, drink it down
Drink until it's all gone
I believe it's a sugar high
Till the better of me exits my thighs
You're the only one who can save me from myself tonight
I'll read to you until your eyes see a better light
I'll sing to you until you break out of this trance
I'm tired of wishing upon the stars
They just seem too far
This is a comet full of euphoria
Heading straight for your worst
This could be a casket
You know you're already in your hearse
I know I'm scared
Yeah, I'm scared
Of the pot belly pigs coming
No
No, ahh x4
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9. |
Week Six
04:40
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Broke pocket and bus rides
Salty tongue and the sweet food
Blurred nights in your friend´s barn
Hand of the grave on your sleeve
Cripple talk of the forlorn
Feel the staple of the scorn
Eyes pressed on the burning coals
Pining for your holy water to soothe the soul
Cynical stare of my mother
Steal away my dreams, she´s hungry
Seats warmed up in this city
Gnawing your legs to never leave
Turning your head, sleepy bear in bed
Your birthmarks match up with the ceiling, the morning next
Fever leaking happiness
Crawling up your spine for you to feel
I´m sweating the saints of last night
My heart´s pumping a much softer melody
My sister´s in her bedroom
The TV´s whispering for her soul
Fingers groping from the grotto
Calling requests from the corridor
Some stay to feel free
Some stay because they don´t know how to leave
Turning your head, sleepy bear in bed
Your birthmarks match up with the ceiling, the morning next x2
Running home again
What do you know, wind under your skin
Hearing it again, whispers in your ear
From latter years
And oh, sweet memories
Burning through your throat
And I hear people talking about love less, everyday
What do you say
The thing ain´t got two legs, a tongue to speak for itself
We´re all blind as bats
And we can´t start a fire without raising hell
With a golden egg under your feet
There´s no crack to be seen
Hold my hand and I´ll whisk you away, whoa
Hold my hand and we´re six feet in the burden land, whoa
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10. |
You're Fired
03:27
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11. |
Dead Poets
04:01
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