1. |
Three Little Lines
01:57
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Three Little Lines:
The small of the back
Are three little lines.
Consume....
Obsess....
Taken over.
Taken over.
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2. |
This Ghost Actress
03:52
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Ghost Actress
Staring through transparent
Hanging abeyance.
Shedding hair on newsprint
Straining traffic.
There here instead of
Laughing with all that she is
Full of candy.
She’s a woman with scars
Bright and wrapped.
There here instead of
Watching everything nothing
Arm’s length in her head.
She drifted a bit
This ghost actress.
There here instead of
Here there instead of....
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3. |
Blink
03:42
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Blink
The mystery of the best
Year of my finest longing
Coming around to a head
First in line for a fight.
I can look through bricks.
I can see you now.
I can feel it down.
I can see you here.
It's probably words been said
Before my drinking caught up
Listened to all who made you
Will take another breath.
How do I make it softer
Search my face for an answer
Smooth this flesh from my eyes
I'm hoping i blink.
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4. |
Stumble Down
01:48
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Stumble Down
She's dropping every word I broadcast
And her little crawler's taken to me
And follows me through her madness.
I stumble down.
I turn to watch her climb the wall
As her toys hold me up in knots
And smoke escapes her lips.
I stumble down.
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5. |
The Tower of Shifty Eyes
01:32
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6. |
Station
01:46
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Station
I see myself descending,
Posing as the joker,
With a stoic’s sense of humor.
My legs disappeared.
The sound of snapping fingers
gave the pain away.
How am I going to be forgotten?
My ego is driving me
through another wall.
This paint dries as the canvas runs.
Watching the water
Falling in a million hands,
All these words wash away.
How am I going to be forgotten?
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7. |
Emblem
04:12
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Emblem
Drowning and details
A wave of pictures
Taste of loss all over me
Tried to be well sculptured
Shake off my own chaos
Closed captioned nonsense
Even through the motion of breathing
I still hear her finest whispers
runaway from her gentle voice...
Nights like goddamn reruns
Scratched up black and white
Mourning under glass
A monument of regret
Surrounded by minute hands
Must award this act
Even through the motion of breathing
I still hear her finest whispers
runaway from her gentle voice....
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8. |
Track
01:51
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Track
I passed up myself with the assumption
that I have hands.
Couldn’t touch down, couldn’t fall down,
all this ground has turned into me.
Every time i roll over...
Every time it comes...
Every time they lose track...
They lose track, I’m not sure where I’m at,
it doesn’t make sense.
But I’m never sure where i stand.
Sure i feel I’m in the way.
Every time they think I’m safe...
Every time I’m on track...
Every time it rolls...
On and on, square by square,
I keep bouncing the ball.
So it’s four and I’ve lost count,
But the conversation goes on.
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9. |
Something Suddenly
01:21
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