1. |
Untitled
03:23
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Now I'm sitting
Under a microscope
Waiting for the day
When God will
Grace me
With a sign
In the silence there is
A voice much louder
Simply contemplating
My decision making
How it feels to breathe
I forgot to listen
To my aching wisdom
On a sunny afternoon
Blue Eyes
Never again will I love
Blue eyes
But who are you anyways?
Bad lies
Never again will I love
Bad lies
But who am I anyways?
Do do do
DA...DA
Do do do
DA
bababootley
DADADA
Now I'm sitting(Just sitting)
Under a microscope
Waiting for the day
When God will
Grace me
With a sign(Fat chance)
Now I'm sitting
Under a microscope(Bla Bla Bla)
Waiting for the day(Bla Bla Bla)
When God will
Grace me
With a sign
POEM:
simone-
I want something like
Dada
Date
Mountains coated red by the long metal arms of highways
Lipstick melting in a bag
Like grass agraving
Out of my monthly fees
The window, sticky slides, roadside attractions
The sparrow man sanctions live grime
The wonderful end of plastic birds
Savanna-
Like computer
Gannets
Kisses, dirty
Live crows
Coils, sweet
Mallards messy
Thunder bird
The single stand
And lovers, fuckers handling
For persons
For my soda can
Sticky lipgloss makes me feel
With arms
Blue didn't always exist
The birds are plastic
Bathroom on tile
Short skirts
Jelly sandwich
A betrayal bedroom closet
Like
My mess
Silver tooth, for a friend
A doe eyed tear
Sundried
Blue Eyes
Never again will I love
Blue eyes
But who are you anyways?
Bad lies
Never again will I love
Bad lies
But who am I anyways?
Do do do
DA...DA
Do do do
DA
bababootley
DA
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2. |
Sigmund Saunter
04:12
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Faith was unclear
The doctor not looking
Over at the door
Faces were ugly
Maybe it could be something unlikely
Maybe it could be
Part of the
Double-blind
Withering, waiting
Now I must
Dance for my dinner
Maybe it was natural selection
Maybe it was
Part of the
Design
(And it's so beautiful)
In my head
It's (And it's so terrible)
All in my head
It's(And it's so beautiful)
All in my head
It's (And it's so terrible)
All in my head
Diagnose Me
Now I'm dancing, now I'm dead
I don't want any veins to leak
Now I'm breathing, now I'm dead
And I don't want you to feed me
Tried and true
If it's easy to swallow
In my hands
Another foundation (A new presentation)(A line worth breaking)
Serious, or rather slightly
It could be
Part of the
Design
(And it's so beautiful)
In my head
It's (And it's so terrible)
All in my head
It's(And it's so beautiful)
All in my head
It's (And it's so terrible)
All in my head
Blood on the floor
What were its origins
Was it me
Or was it the doctor
Maybe it could be that this life is ending
Or maybe it could be
Part of the
Design
(And it's so beautiful)
Design
(And it's so terrible)
Design
(And it's so beautiful)
(And it's so terrible)
Pathologize me
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3. |
No Romance
03:27
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You know how I love to be right
Love it when we get in a fight
When it goes and when it feels right
Love it when we get in a fight
When I see
Your face
In disguise
No romance
For me
When I see no man
When I see no man
When I see no man
You know how I love to be right
Love it when we get in a fight
When it goes and when it feels right
Love it when we get in a fight
When I see
Your dance
In disguise
No Romance
For Me
When I see no man
When I see no man
When I see no man
Pretty in the open
Swimming like Betty Blue
Petals in the water
Better misconstrued
When I see no man
When I see no man
When I see no man
You know how I love to be right
Love it when we get in a fight
When it goes and when it feels right
Love it when we get in a fight
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4. |
Strawberry Cheeks
02:55
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I've got a lot of pretty things to lie about
Say it once
Say it twice
Say it once
Say it twice
Strawberry cheeks
Sweetness in my mouth
Words you can eat
Sugar in the sound
It could be so nice
It could be so nice
It could be so nice
But you're good as dead
Strawberry cheeks
Bitter red tastes like blood
Words you can eat
When push comes to shove
It could be so nice
It could be so nice
It could be so nice
But you're good as dead
I've got a lot of pretty things to lie about
Pretty things to lie about
I've got lots of pretty things to lie about
Strawberry cheeks
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5. |
Kikimora
03:33
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In the lack of sleeping days
Underneath your floorboards
Spinning dawn to dusk in her evil
She's not what you thought she was tonight
And maybe she'll never be
What you think
Crookedness inside
She just wants you for
She just wants you for
Herself
And it's a sick appeal
Screaming like a dog starving for a meal
And it's a sick appeal
Screaming like a god starving for a meal
And you see her by the door and her eyes are fixed
Through your keyhole
1...2...3...7
1...2...3...7
1...2...3...7
1...2...3...7
One
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6. |
Spiderweb
02:51
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Spiderweb of love
The contours
Contours
of your skin
Live in a pool of dreams
Time
Time
Has gone by
Down below
Heaven's shore
Ravens crow
Direct your sight
Catch only what you need
Silken mouth
Strong as steel
Spiderweb of love
Remind me
Remind me
How I've strayed
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