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lyon
03:24
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we saw light creak from the ceiling tiles
lyon, i love you but you’re bringing me down
a twin hearted-fool risks an expiration date
as we rummage through the aisle of the discounted food
bring milk to the cats who have not forgotten you
a row of boxes line the bus stop outside
homes for the wild, the mis-stepped and hewn
was i ever more feline, drawn on the back
of those transfer signs
in lyon, we saw light creak from the ceiling tiles
you with your two kids in the house where you grew
but i just keep my paws straight and my body new
a line on the web is how we communicate
but it’s been three months and i don’t know what to say
in lyon, we saw light creak from the ceiling tiles
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2. |
bad movie
03:35
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oh, my body, what do you mean
is the blood in my dreams
the blood on these sheets
is it a little warning
a portrait of what i can’t
control
oh, my mother, what do you see
in the late anthropocene
all the girls dance to move their bodies
feet just to find
how little a space they take
in time
but it’s fast
goes round
can we even try
to cut it loose
oh, my lover, i’m sorry for the solipsistic moods
i'm really not mad at you, i’m just searching for the root
of why i look up at the ceiling
head up, young buck, where’s the feeling
here, here
but it’s fast
goes round
can we even try
to cut it loose
only sixteen, at the movies, in an old french city
and the world is ending on a big screen
no blood in the moon, just a wave crashing
takes the mother, the lover and the body
and it’s my mother, my lover and my body
but she’s the mother, the lover and the body too
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3. |
kansas
05:21
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annie, won’t you come sit
by me and my broken car
i’m like a hit and run
but i don’t get very far
you say we’ll track him down
on the interstate
our insurance claim
we’ll make him pay
see the fog horn burn
and the birds shiver
how you sit with me
how we aim to come together
i’m late to the party
cuz i’m shaky
i can’t fake
another half-heartache
yes i'm lucky to know
i can leave at anytime
any damages caused
soon gone from our mind
when my headlight falls off
like an eye out of socket
won’t you pull me back
tell me into the silence
i’m late to the party
cuz i’m shaky
i can’t fake
another half-heartache
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4. |
catie
03:17
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between our eyes
lies a theater
empty as you blow
wind to rolls and rolls
of backdrop
but i hadn't seen
what had grown underneath
the snow kept coming
had all the actors running home
but one didn't stray
and away you did fall
names they are haunting
through ice i am coughing
oh catie, she's not what i expected
she's not what i
dreamt it would be me
i want it to be me
between our eyes
shoots an aqueduct
said April to the farmer
now's the time in drowning arms for
spring wine to my lips
curve thumbs around your wrists
those paper daffodils you paint
stain my plans
to move away from this
lie to live, live long to lie down
you can lie to live or live long to lie down
oh catie, she's not what i expected
she's not what i
dreamt it would be me
i want it to be me
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5. |
splits
03:44
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the night spread red right before them
she thought they two would stand up to sing
of all the
glass
sentimental
shattered
figurines
thought this last time
wouldn’t just be mine
two red birches cut a table
so far apart no one could see
how they
packed a year
of misgivings
into a picnic lunch
with no stomach to eat
but you know better
till one day when you don’t
your mouth splits open
but the words don’t come out
we just keep messing up
red dull paint on a coastline
be specific
which red do you mean
try to write in pastorals
but it was never that clean
down on the rocks
not down on my knees
but you know better
till one day when you don’t
your mouth splits open
but the words don’t come out
we just keep messing up
bees in my head
blood is a table
dreams i should have said
pointless
sentimental
and i walk this ridge
with six of my seven devils
and yeah for the last time
i know they are mine
but you know better
till one day when you don’t
your mouth splits open
but the words don’t come out
we just keep messing up
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6. |
lyon (alt version)
04:34
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7. |
see people (demo)
03:32
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