1. |
Madeleine
03:09
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When you
parcel out yourself in such
a criminal fashion
the salt on the rations
comes through
in scattered beams and broken seams
inhaling the lashes
dissolving the passion
but through the door
she's wanting more
sinks her teeth into the shore
melts away 'til she is free
one more for her
one less for me
recluse
a pattern played so frequently
it speaks to creation
to puncture elation
screw loose
and rattled 'round the library
it's yours for the taking
if you can be patient
but madeleine
has crossed the line
drawing curtains to unwind
sinking in her summer sweat
loving more than she could let
anybody know for sure
and anybody that knows her
knows that it's just not enough
to be held up from above
when it's quiet
too quiet
she hears everything
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2. |
Sunshine Girls
04:37
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I'm sick of all these sunshine girls
and the nothing that they traffic in
deferential debutantes
you know i wish i knew
where to begin
but you
kept your eyes straight forward
like the captain of a ship
who knew that it would sink
and i tried to keep calm
and collected, but i
hardly understood
that we were sucked into the drink
sucked into the drink
i'm tired of hiding all my treats
in the same old dingy cabinets
always playing hard to meet you
shaking rusty castanets
i manufactured manuscripts
so i could circumvent the status quo
man you fractured all your little
brittle broken bones
but you
looked just like the pitcher
throwing straight down the center when i
needed a curve
and i
i'm chewing on cactus leaves
in the nosebleeds
no relief
la da da da
sucked into the drink
(((aye aye aye aye aye aye)))
doing the back-stroke
you were amazed when you hit the wall
but no one's as surprised
as you are
and i know that you are
but you
looked just like the pitcher
throwing straight down the center when i
needed a curve
so i could communicate
via sonar
take me to your room
tell me all about
your pretty dreams
your lows and extremes
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3. |
Gala
02:51
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ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
don't be so glum, kid
now don't get down
i have been waiting
to come around
your mind is shimmering
inside your skull
follow me darling
we'll walk through walls
bring forth the gauntlet
read you like holy
scriptures in braille
trace every feeling
every last detail
twisting like tree limbs
and yea, forsooth
we might just find it
eternal youth
chasm in the foyer
escher glances, and i'm stumbling
i
i fell down
patrons, idle chatter
dropped your torch
but there's writing on the wall, it says
"this rib cage is a crown"
it is a crown
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4. |
Parade
03:31
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undergrads
chosen lads
trade favorite colors
with winsome herbivores
on the balcony
that denise, what a peach
is she possessed or,
just equidistant
to the ocean floor
now they're stumbling
to the drive-in
adaptation of a crime
do you think they'll get away with it
this time?
(i don't know)
we go out
on the town
but don't take my picture
i'm in danger
of being faceless, but it's
tribe or die, diatribe
and don't scuff my gunner
out chasing marigolds
to the ocean floor
ocean bed
oh god, i'm late
but i dream instead
as city lights fade
i'm all choked up
in the line-up
you can't recognize my face
i guess i'll get away with it this time
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5. |
Echo Decrypter
03:31
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chasing the ground
amber stasis chews the sound
but from where i stand
there's a dead-end reflex
keeping it stirring
deaf to the crutch
singles ply like double dutch
but from where i stand
there's a blanket statement
ripped out from under me
i've been trying awfully hard
decrypting echoes in the dark
but tonight, this ember holds
we're digging tunnels in the snow
phantom trains in my head
but i'm coming back again
cold empty rain in my chest
but i'm coming back again
dumb dizzy lights in my head
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6. |
Invisible Real Estate
06:21
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i was running away
from things i didn't understand
taciturn to trivial gray (A A A)
tumbled from the horse
and now you're on the lamb, but
they tried to tear me apart
i tried to tear me apart
and if they make an animal
can you still give 'em what for?
is it too late? am i too far gone?
(unintelligible)
you always looked best under streetlights
confetti swimming in your hair
we try to pilot sunken thoughts
to smoke signals in the parking lot
well i'm a sucker for an unlit fuse
but you can't look at me like you used to
and now you've lost your sense of home
you're everybody's isotope, oh no
swing that dagger, buy some time
i called you out, and you called me slime
but my heart is a volcano
oh
and we're pulling at the threads
at the threads
we don't know what else to pull at
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