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baby blue blood
02:06
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your blood ran baby blue and i know that
cmon baby blue blood, we have guests to entertain!
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you wore your mortarboard like a hangnail
as your mother drove as back
to a house you didn’t live but still got mail
you said you forgot the black
and white of the skies outside of town
we laid on the roof
and watched the minutes stack
nobody’s waiting for me
as i walk in alone
your picture portraits smile down the hall
your mother laughs and tells me
that she’s glad to have me back
she can’t reach the highest cupboard, but i’m tall enough for that
lost and found in a cap and gown floating face down
so i hope you're loving with a love you've never known
i hope you're happy as a kid playing with a hose
and ocean ocean ocean i'll beat you in the end, see
i'm gonna lay down in the dog park and never walk again
lost and found in a cap and gown never coming out
well i’m back out on the roof now
and I know I know know
fighting in three feet of water will lay you down
i got your message yesterday
so i’m laying in the clouds
i’m living in the freezer and i’m never coming out
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cabbage patch
01:39
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lying on the sidewalk and playing in the road
we smoked a head of cabbage then laid down in the road
i wake up with a rosary in my mouth
i'm sucking the cross
i spit it out and polish it with the tongue i though i'd lost
so come on back to bed babe
if everyday is april fools don't have to show up to work
and why put on the coffee if todays another joke?
laying on the sidewalk and playing in the road
we smoked a head of cabbage then laid down in the road
(well i smoked a lot of cigarettes
when i found out that god was dead
but i guess i'm glad i heard sooner than later
because smoking hurts
and sleeping kills
and my friend benny pays my bills
so i don't mind sleeping in the refrigerator
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living in a bathrobe, chewing gum in new york
you promised me this, "it wont hurt, it wont hurt"
living in a bathrobe, chewing gum in new york
what's the point if i can't come in first?
i'm downing pills in a perfect world of hurt
what part of six or seven nights alone
has my body rejecting everything i feed it?
and what point of six or seven nights alone
has me drinking away the part of me that needs it?
you're out there somewhere in new york city
spending all your money on coke and parking ticket
and you're not sure what hit you
but you're pretty sure you'll sober up in just a minute
you're downing pills in a perfect world of hurt
... perhaps champagne vomit in the trashcan?
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jackolantern
01:41
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a mouth opens up in the earth
and spits out her mouthful of dirt
i lift and i lower my skirt
for this handsome old mouth in the earth
she speaks in the strangest of tongues
as wet heat churns up from her lungs
she opens her eyes and she tries and he tries
and at once the whole world starts to hum
it’s funny how quickly it happened
her smile’s as wide as manhattan
she turns on her side, and he fixes her eyes,
on the sun, and we’re deafened by laughter
we line up before this old man
one by one two my two we stand
and he opens back up and he sings
so one by one two by two we climb in
strange
now
to
think
of you
gone
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the shallows
02:22
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my mind is on the shallows and my stomachs full of hair. so picture me laughing at the bottom of the stairs. i can't make this clear enough: i'm barely there. you stuck an apple in my mouth before you got onto that plane
so
picture me shaking at the baggage claim
---
your blood ran
bb blue and
i know that
i know that
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new body, new teeth
03:16
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I’ve got bruises on the soles of my feet
i’ve still got blood on my sheets
from when we played hate
hey happy birthday
i didn’t get you anything
except these secrets that you could keep
i can hear your, talking in your sleep
talking about teeth
are you talking to me?
i'm pretty good at multitasking
because i can hold a conversation
about how i'm doing just fine
while i pick apart my hands
iwishyoucouldsee how small i think i am
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the way down
03:13
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cut my hair into the sink
my golden gate my free for all
sunday at the ice rink
you're far too fast, i'm far too tall
i can't wait until my bones ache when it rains
when it rains down here
this is the waydown
this is the waywayway down
this is the waydown
look now i’ve got to go
sit in my room alone
count my teeth with my tongue
counting sighs from my black lung
shaking like a thief
singing like a holy crow
this basement smells like bad weed
i’d rather be passed out in the snow
i want to be cold
this is the way down
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foofawraw foofawraw
03:23
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the static sleeps inside my head
wake up and lay the heat to rest
sleeping in always felt best until the static started ringing out my chest
if you know what i need
why do you still feed me?
that is a mystery so great it can be heard in the humming of a television screen
why am i so intent on such a shiny soapbox when i'm the one who's wrong most of the time
hey, narcissus, get in line
--
you say that your life is in ruins
which leaves me in doubt
of if I'm living at all
or just reading aloud
from a book someone wrote
about laughing and kissing
with a glossary in the back
but the term "love" is missing
you say "god knows what the spring will bring
maybe I'll crash my car
cause I'm looking at your face
in the rearview mirror
it won't roll too far
just long enough to take the breath
out our lungs, skew the mirror, crack the glass
but none of that has happened yet
so let's wait to see what will pass"
sister ray tells you to shake a tambourine
in the back of a speeding van
headed to a place we'd never seen
we'll make eyes across the room
you'll get glitter in your wounds
wince it out, dance about,
burn the sage turn the page take a few
turn the page, break the lace, take a few,
tear the sage, pick the sage, break me too
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old soul
01:34
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last night i got in a fight with a pint glass neither of us won he's in pieces and i already was
i have this neighbor,
a rat that lives inside my skull
once in a while
he'll peer from out my sockets
if he sees that we're alone
he'll climb from nerve to nerve
like a cable car
perch himself on the crown of my mind
and plug in
he's up there now
tangled in wires
he's teaching me how to sing
how to let someone else in
i always knew i could take it on the chin
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mulberry fingers
02:21
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boycott december
03:44
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every winter seasons my skin
jaundiced and brittle, the cold still seeps right in
my body’s scar tissue, getting thicker
can’t wait until i can’t feel anything
have you heard the good news?
a cowboy with black nail polish, a woman with an iron fist,a beatnik with a lisp, picture this: a junkie with a a bucket list, two lovers with a tryst, a martyr with a bleeding lip, a lowlife with a fifth, picture this: a scene without a script, a girl working third shift, a drunkard playing pickup sticks, a kid with a permission slip, picture this a debutante with no interest a mime with a nervous tick, a senses starved barbiturate a holy rolling arsonist, a dying man living in bliss, a broken boned contortionist, a morphine-addict masochist a dry mouthed dj fell and tripped a story with a twist, a prophet who does not exist, a little boy blowing a kiss, a swing and a miss
i swing and i miss
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young adult fiction Ypsilanti, Michigan
rat splendor
he/him
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