1. |
red carnations
04:08
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i can’t believe
that i’m still alive
i can’t believe my ears
i can’t convince my eyes
that red carnations on
my bare unemptied chest
are not some kind of sign
that you just want me dead
your canvas is my face
my neck is your cold clay
through which you express
how i’m worth what i get paid in
bruises on my heart
and scratches on my brain
to remind me that i’m yours
and keep me in my place
i still don’t mind doing your dirty work
i still don’t mind, i still don’t mind
there’s a great, there’s a great
there’s a great, great void
sucking us in, sucking us in
sucking us in, don’t go alone
i still don’t mind doing your dirty work
i still don’t mind, i still don’t mind.
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2. |
not enough
03:41
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all my friends are on their knees
fixated on screens
trying to sell some things
they can’t afford to keep
cold aluminum like the table i’m laying on
a part of my brain is on hold and going numb
every second i wait for the operator to
plug me in, into the big machine
i’m done with being excluded from the scene
i’m selling my blood and my tongue to be wanted
my lips and my lungs aren’t enough anymore
keep still my beating heart
you, you’re shaking my credit card
it wouldn’t be hard to just
trade you for the parts that i need for my brain
so the operator can
plug me in, into the big machine
i’m done with being excluded from the scene
i’m selling my blood and my tongue to be wanted
my lips and my lungs aren’t enough anymore
all my friends are on their knees
fixated on screens
trying to sell some things
they can’t afford to keep
i’m selling my blood and my tongue to be wanted
my lips and my lungs aren’t enough anymore.
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3. |
perfect house
03:42
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oh my god
the loneliest rain i’ve seen in
so damn long
is killing me patiently
i don’t mean to complain
but i think i’m going sane
because i’ve got to have
my perfect house, my perfect house
i’m safe inside from change and light but i
can’t get out, i can’t get out
and i like it that way, i like it that way, i do
holy hell
am i the only one or do
you feel compelled?
to question the sun’s intentions
i don’t mean to complain
but i think i’m going sane
because i’ve got to have
my perfect house, my perfect house
i’m safe inside from change and light but i
can’t get out, i can’t get out
and i like it that way, i like it that way, i do
i do
i don’t want to see
i don’t want to be
i don’t want to need
nobody, nobody
because i’ve got to have
my perfect house, my perfect house
i’m safe inside from change and light but i
can’t get out, i can’t get out
and i like it that way, i like it that way, i do.
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4. |
negatives
01:30
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5. |
someone
03:15
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dog to the bluebird says
if you be my eyes and my wings
then i’ll hook you up a crew
when the lady sings
she’s drowning in a bowl
she’s drowning in a bowl
and it sounds like
someone is sleeping while i sweat
and it feels like
someone is bleeding for my bed
but it’s not me
bird to the caterpillar says
i’ll swing you a ride if you collect a couple calls
and sling me a high
i’m living in a, i’m living in a hole
and it sounds like
someone is sleeping while i sweat
and it feels like
someone is bleeding for my bed
but it’s not me
all of the children wonder where
the lady is going tonight
all of the children wonder when
the lady will open her eyes
her eyes
and it sounds like
someone is sleeping while i sweat
and it feels like
someone is bleeding for my bed
but it’s not me.
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6. |
stare
03:48
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7. |
change
03:44
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you that’s you, me i’m me
i can’t do anything
in your shoes, on your feet
you that’s you there, me i’m me right here
shoemaker cannot wear fine shoes
if the doctor’s child, cannot lose his blues
old baker cannot fill his bowl
if the singer still has to sell his soul
so can you spare a little change sir
or are you scared to talk to strangers
so can you spare a little change miss
or are you scared to rearrange this
like if you throw pearls to the swine
worlds might collide and unfurl
before you can sing
you that’s you, me i’m me
you can’t do, anything
in my shoes, on my feet
you that’s you there, me i’m me right here
crazy seamstress won’t wear one bright dress
unless all the rest of us face this mess
dirty needles pull no silken strings
if the singer still has no place to sing
so can you spare a little change sir
or are you scared to talk to strangers
so can you spare a little change miss
or are you scared to rearrange this
like if you throw pearls to the swine
worlds might collide sure
if you throw pearls...
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8. |
sleeping phoenix
04:16
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9. |
animal
04:48
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woke up this morning using tools
that could put me in the ground
put me in the ground
it’s true
went back to working like a fool
who can’t tell his up from down
can’t tell his up from down
but you
how the hell did you get so, get so smart
you’re just an animal, you’re just an animal
like me
woke up this morning building arms
that could blow you to the moon
blow you to the moon
it’s true
went back to working crying hard
because i don’t know what to do
i don’t know what to do
about you
how the hell did you get so, get so smart
you’re just an animal, you’re just an animal
like me
when my body frees itself
i pray the earth will take it back
when my body frees itself
i pray the earth will take it back
when my body frees itself i
pray the earth will take it back
but you, but you
how the hell did you get so, get so smart
you’re just an animal, you’re just an animal
like me.
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