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they say wretchedness is a quality of youth
most worthwhile people outgrow
and you know i am like an exotic bird in the suburbs
i have a predisposition to addiction and a
penchant for falling in love with the same
got an appetite for macro apoptosis
now a duty to keep my wrists clean
above all i wanna pour myself into you
just to be pissed back into the world
i don't know if i believe in zen
but i do believe in bliss
and i just wanna be a beautiful observer
and to be praised and loved for it
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saul weird
04:43
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did you listen to milk hotel?
while i exploited us for song
i was disappointed with your lyrics
went something like, “i’m a misogynist
“but do i still love my women”
my capacity for projection
will never cease to amaze me
can you send me some songs?
can you tell me about your girlfriend?
i swear i won’t make it weird
i don’t need this
i lie that i’m self-sufficient
blame it on chicago
chicago’s not cool anymore
what’s in it for me, chicago?
what do you have for me, chicago?
i wanna go home but it’s here
i’m not always sad
but i’m never at peace
i think, “he has nothing to do with me”
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do ti
06:38
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when i think of you i still think about angels
i think of falling.
your face pops up unexpected
and i’m unguarded
and awash with fondness
struck.
wings falter,
heavy-bodied collapse from the sky,
crumpled you skid and fold over,
and roll,
flung,
out of my reach
how it should be
how it should be
it is not sad for lessons to be over
it feels sad
it never quite feels over
it’s interesting to think of the self as building
layer upon layer over time,
so if you peeled back,
you could find the child.
the needle-point-existence-speck of time.
that would make you boarded up,
blanketed up,
insulated within me.
getting relatively closer to my core as i grow.
yes, that’s about right:
what you did best was always inspire romantic fancies.
what you always did best was flourish my pen.
i barely remember any real details anymore.
i wouldn’t ask if you do.
my tongue palate has changed
you are old favorite taste
get out of my face
there is no more puppy boy
that’s a dead dog
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primus
02:27
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corporate office marijuana
eat shit, 1 cup
the whole universe conspires to kill me
it's obvious, there's no room for me
it's obvious, there's no room for me
this city is overflowing
my brain is sweltering, sweating
i can feel which of my cells are dying
arterioles itch for morbid freedom
nothing ending in me living would appease
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farm life
05:25
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in another life
i stayed in college
majored in equine science
live on a farm in kentucky
never feeling out of body
it's never too late
but i am in too deep
emotionally, physically, culturally
when you give something your all
you have to birth yourself again
to have anything in your shell
how the fuck do you do that?
how do you act out a metaphor
for an action that hasn’t happened yet?
am i recyclable,
flowing from something everlasting?
never ever, never ever never feeling out of body
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6. |
sapphire
02:29
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baby i keep dreamin
we're goin out
it's midnight and i'm laughing
into your mouth
does the punk make you think of your dad?
tattoo dagger like a knife you saw your mom have?
kiss your friends
cry over them
in my dreams
we can't get out fast enough
5am
i'm still watching you do make-up
we couldn't get home fast enough
there's no home to go to for us
i wanna go dancing
i wanna protect you from the boys
kiss your friends and cry over them
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dom
03:17
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in love
in the tropics
hotel suite
something to break
a baby
he said well what did you expect
honey with all that raw-dogging
true love
true love
he always wanted a son
she left and cut off 2 lives
she didn't have time to philosophize
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been so long since i spit one out
church boy in your speech class
he ain't sayin god but he's preachin
clean mind clean body clean soul
my ancestors lie in alabama
they beat their slaves
200 years ago they beat
they drink themselves to sleep
god won't let them die
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you can't just keep getting better
you have to get worse
i just wanna be strong like ian
i just want ian mackaye to punch me in the face
set me straight
you can't just keep getting better
that's ok
la la la la la la
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neutral
02:33
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birth control pill-poppin
king of the train hoppin
baby they ain't stop
go baby go baby go
the world's a shit place
and the world's a hot place
and you will not stop chasin
anything that comes your way
the world is a shit place
the world is a beautiful place
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11. |
sylvia plath sophomore
01:11
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sylvia plath
beat my ass
all we ever wanted
in panera before class
trying to evoke
divine inspiration
triple shot espresso
half-hearted incantations
if i'm ever mad at maddy
i'm not mad at maddy
i'm just mad
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for my wife
02:30
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at all of our parties
you were feeding me love potions
menstruating into my wine
now while you’re away, i miss your face
i surround myself virtually with it
your love for colors is blood in my veins
i grow from you like next-level evolution
mental horizontal gene swapping, enlightened
menstruating into my wine
you’re careful to be kind
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puppy
03:22
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don't look at me
don't look at me
don't torture me so
my eyes will light up
my face all aglow
like a puppy wondering
if you'll ever come home
i'll jump up and lick your face
no self control
just to hear your slow low voice say
hello
no self control
don't make me think it's not fucked
don't make me think
you won't get bored with me again
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hell is slow
02:56
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heaven is a flaming hotel room hell is a bedroom you cannot leave i write this from my bedroom love letters from my bedroom to you from my bedroom because i know it cannot be sweat drop over cracked dry hands a love letter i cannot send phone line disconnected a love to never end heaven is returning to your bedroom heaven is falling asleep hell is a bedroom you cannot leave
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forest of down
02:38
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i will eat fruit seeds
so sweet things will grow inside of me
and you may find shelter among the leaves
and you may find peace among the trees
i don't know why we are so down
i don't know who thinks we deserve to be so down
i don't want want you to be so down
i don't want ya
green tea and peppermint leaves
and lake michigan might as well be the sea
and i will feed you pieces of me
and you will feed me pieces of you
if you want to
i don't think i'd mind you holding me down down
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shit cradle
04:28
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come back come back
set right my head
you told me all about life
but forgot about death
come back come back
come back to bed
you told me all about life
but you forgot about death
get out of my head
you've not paid the rent
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