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introducing...
02:22
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introducing the flame of fury that drives a stake into your heart.
introducing the night that blacks out the empty theatre where you make your art.
introducing the reasonable argument to convince you to tear yourself apart.
introducing the naivete that allows the Fool to be taken and used.
introducing what Nabokov wrote: that perfection will be abused.
introducing the lust of thousands hidden underneath a loving ruse.
will you come for me?
will he come for me?
will you come for me?
will you comfort me?
i can’t shake it any longer. will you come and comfort me?
introducing the deadest souls who imitate a speck of light.
introducing the justifications which toss self-control into the night.
introducing the weeks you’ll spend paralyzed by the past’s plight.
(solo)
will you come for me?
will he come for me?
will you come for me?
will you comfort me?
i can’t shake it any longer. will you come and comfort me?
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daemons from hel
01:35
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all my problems can be traced back to
demons from hell
demons from hell
i'm not to blame, and if i were it would be an awful shame
demons from hell
demons from hell
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so it goes
02:36
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(take your knowledge, take it to college)
to the inane that makes you go “oh, well, that’s cute”
pigeons on a street corner, once domestic, now abandoned, like a -
and the worst fucking part is that you really meant it
- beer can, once we loved them but a shaking fate began to knit
sorry but it’s supersonic, post-ironic, got to go, man
you wasted all your feelings on someone with no confidence
and now she likes herself enough to say no
she’s a crazy bitch now, oh, so it goes.
and get hip to it!
and think with your brain and not... you know.
baby, I bet you can’t
oh baby, I know you can’t
i guess that’s just what you get for fuckin' with the demons from hell.
sorry but it’s supersonic, post-ironic, got to go, man
you wasted all your feelings on someone with no confidence
and now she likes herself enough to say no
she’s a crazy bitch now, oh, so it goes.
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the surgery
02:52
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i am glad and i am dragged
selfish and greedy on her terms
and i cannot allow
the fumes of doubt
to escape my rotted mind
out to rotting mankind
i cannot wait until they cut me open
i must force myself to keep on hopin
every day i get through
one day closer to
the surgery
i am mad and i am ragged
excited for mishap and tracks
i'm a cheerful kind most of the time
i'm a cheerful kind most of the time
bridgette
it's just what you get!
it's just a little cut
just under your gut
i cannot wait until they cut me open
i must force myself to keep on hopin
every day i get through
one day closer to
the surgery
(fuck you superego
your cold skinned charms
will not appease me now
will not freeze me now)
i cannot wait until they cut me open
i must force myself to keep on hopin
every day i get through
one day closer to
the surgery
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all my dreams of falling
04:07
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i wished to live a life of travel
down mountains high up deserts level
darkly easy hoping for summer
cicadas incessant like a chronic hummer
maybe like me
so in all my dreams of falling i'm in a locked car
off the edge like a disaster at a rally
swinging round the steering wheel but not getting far
as i plunge into the wallkill valley
found myself attached, detached
to the possum at the intersection
cause playing dead
is an involuntary reaction
and there the game
can at any time turn real
at once under the bleak black heel
of a cruel tight dark rubber wheel
so in all my dreams of falling i'm in a locked car
off the edge like a disaster at a rally
swinging round the steering wheel but not getting far
as i plunge into the wallkill valley
and the strangest cold magic reality
is that no one really knows a thing about me
a subtle catch in my brain that snags every friend so
at 4 am i check my window for ufos
so in all my dreams of falling i'm in a locked car
off the edge like a disaster at a rally
swinging round the steering wheel but not getting far
as i plunge into the wallkill valley
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i was a teenage checkerboard
and thorny roses grew up my thighs
and i could feel like 3 emotions
and i flipped like a switch between em all the time
and she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
and she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
oh she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
yeah she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
and you were on the altar
until you were not
leapt onto those thin yellow pages
and i left you to rot
and she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
and she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
oh she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
yeah she had stripes like a tiger
(i dont wanna know)
i cut you into 2 big pieces
it was like a daydream. (oh)
and my brain was trying to protect me
i fixed you back but everyone could see the seam
and i was a teenage checkerboard
and thorny roses grew up to my thighs
and i could feel like 3 emotions
and i flipped like a switch between them all the time
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sink thy teeth into my flesh
such that i know i have been bless't
look at me with hungry eyes
lashing tail and teeth like knives
t-t-t-tell me how you feel
it's what i want to hear
i thought i was too smart to be depressed my dear
t-t-t-tell me what you see
what you don't want from me
i thought i was too dumb to be depressed i feared
and mother nature she built us a stair
of climbing roots and vines of air
creeping up their sides like darling predator
who chooseth to kiss me with rough gentle love of hers
t-t-t-tell me how you feel
it's what i want to hear
i thought i was too smart to be depressed my dear
t-t-t-tell me what you see
what you don't want from me
i thought i was too dumb to be depressed i feared
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avarice
02:29
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passionless avarice for flesh ensues when
someone with eyes on the prize aligned with men
let their feelings ferment in the barrels of meat
please be polite and tell me you're alright even if you must be discrete
and down there burns the phoenix
right under your skin
pushing among the veins
if it's dead it sure stirs within
adam was borne of the mother of monsters
does that sound familiar to you
in my day i've met quite a few like that
in my day i've met quite a few
and down there burns the phoenix
right under your skin
pushing among the veins
if it's dead it sure stirs within
but you refuse to try and coax it out
you're too smart to plant the seeds of doubt
but what if i told you the tree into which they grow
drops fruit more succulent than anything you've known
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9. |
shes a girl
03:34
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these lyrics are bad.
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10. |
untitled acid house jam
03:28
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estrogen
02:46
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dead mistress, i do swear,
i've been dressing up nice dress shirts and bow ties
poor mistress, i missed this
i would like to try anything for a night
o lightning, i do sing
in around for the sound i don't wanna go downtown
o lightning, i do sing
i had only heard of this when i learned you ended it
somethin somethin (must be very strange)
somethin somethin (i feel so deranged)
somethin somethin (must be very strange)
somethin somethin (i feel so deranged)
i'll kiss you on the mouth though the metal gets cold
do you think just cause i'm
young that this shit doesn't get old
i'll kiss you on the mouth though the water gets cold
do you think just cause i'm
young that this shit doesn't get old
somethin somethin (must be very strange)
somethin somethin (i feel so deranged)
somethin somethin (must be very strange)
somethin somethin (i feel so deranged)
o lightning, i do sing
in around for the sound i don't wanna go downtown
o lightning, i do sing
i had only heard of this when i learned you ended it
somethin must come from this
somethin must come from this
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12. |
new york city
04:31
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(2017)
it started quickly then no one could put out the fire
im standing cause i can't find anywhere to lie down and die
the skeletons of old apartment buildings stand on by
a lady crying looks up at me and meets my eyes
new york city burning in a sea of flame.
those who can't take it anymore lie down in the side of the lane
I can hear gunshots! and smell putrid butane
the lanes are piled with those trying to run away
(2020)
i drove in circles round and round the hottest block
oddly gentle is the air though hot enough to melt solid rock
the doors are wide open in the back of a uhaul truck
"we're not leaving anyone behind" painted where there once were locks.
we knew who flicked the match it became obvious
for when everything was at its most dangerous
they meant for us to die or they weren't serious
more than an army strong all one in the name of us
new york city burnin, new york city burnin, new york city burnin, new york city burnin
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13. |
stay out of trouble
03:28
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oh dear i'm feelin bad for what i said
oh dear i'm feeling bad for what i said
after all this i'd be better off dead
and after this well i'd be better off dead
so take a trip wirh me to the golden corral and everything will be alright.
so take a trip to me to the waffle house and we can stay all night!
they told me to stay out of trouble but i'm making triple double and i'm ready to die
i told them i was ready to rumble and i took a fucking tumble and im gonna cry
they told me to stay out of trouble but i'm making triple double and i'm ready to die
i told them i was ready to rumble and i took a fucking tumble and im gonna cry
and there's probably nothin to be done for me
like a squirrel who's gonna starve at the top of a tree
and i know! i know! i'll learn from this mistake and you'll never see me break again
oh shut up you! you know it's true! you got no idea what i been going through!
...maybe you do. but either way it's true. I know what I intend to do.
they told me to stay out of trouble but i'm making triple double and i'm ready to die
i told them i was ready to rumble and i took a fucking tumble and im gonna cry
they told me to stay out of trouble but i'm making triple double and i'm ready to die
i told them i was ready to rumble and i took a fucking tumble and im gonna cry
(theremin)
they told me to stay out of trouble but i'm making triple double and i'm ready to die
i told them i was ready to rumble and i took a fucking tumble and im gonna cry
(etc...)
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Biddy Fox Middletown, New York
you can wear my wings while i shower but the halos on metered hours
artist image by bowties8glasses.tumblr.com
posspossposs.bandcamp.com
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