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Kerosene Babies
02:19
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Doggy on my back again,
Cradle swinging.
I fix myself a melancholy drink,
And it tastes just like that
Rattlesnake in my bed again,
Violently humming.
Seldom do I hear her sing.
Ah she says “slithering is more my thing”,
Nothing makes me sing.
Who do I become when I sleep?
I just creep and creep and I creep.
I dreamt I had a baby
But I left it on the street.
Sheena lives in my left brain,
Accountable for everything.
Living off of kerosene and cocaine,
And I never made her sing.
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Revelator
04:58
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On the cusp, on the brink,
Of exceeding my instinct.
In a lateral life,
Things are better in hindsight.
What a way to go,
As the cameras roll.
Twenty years ago,
We wanted to be better people.
What a way to go.
We’re just bitter and evil.
That’s why I live in empty space
Trust me girl, I’m made of something.
I lost my faith in people-pleasers,
Refuse to find a friend in Jesus.
I never say never, but I think I better say nah,
If you’re on my side, better stay on my side.
Well I smoke, but you smoke a lot,
And your words are just ashes.
When I’m drunk, and I drink too much,
I could serenade for ages.
What a way to go,
As the cameras roll.
Twenty years ago,
We wanted to be better people.
That’s why I live in empty space,
Trust me girl, I’m made of something.
I lost my faith in people-pleasers,
Refuse to find a friend in Jesus.
I never say never, but I think I better say nah,
If you’re on my side, better stay on my side.
I lost my faith in people-pleasers,
The conversations falls to pieces.
Never felt better, doesn’t matter if I don’t mind,
Can you keep your legs shut, yeah
Oh mercy, oh my, oh mercy, oh my.
This is the day that you become my friend,
A friend that I don’t talk to anymore.
To feel the ground beneath you turn to sand,
To burn the memorabilia while you can.
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Montaigne
04:35
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Almost every night, I get cold and cornered,
In that spot I do not like.
The heartbreak hotline, You’re my only caller,
When you’re sad, you sound nice.
On my phone, you sound nice.
In this light, you look alright.
Baby lately, I can only see you,
From your bad side or your back side.
Your two three foresight,
You knew I was a goner,
‘Caus I’m in love with the spotlight.
But there’s no love in the spotlight,
I still dream of you some nights.
It’s hard to feel the same,
Six hundred days,
Don’t remember the contents of your suitcase.
For each and every ordinary thought,
Depressed if I’m remembered by,
The press that I paid for.
A watered down emotion runs its course,
Well I feel better now,
But I feel like I’ve been forced.
Terminally, I am long lost.
It’s hard to feel the same,
Six hundred days,
Don’t remember the contents of your suitcase.
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4. |
Happy Halloween
04:15
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It’s a new house, it’s a new me.
I learn the grooves of my door key.
Is it cruel, I very rarely think of you.
She touched down in no time,
I was half man, half tour guide.
If it’s money that makes you stay, I’d pay, and pay, and pay.
If it’s all I need,
Then I won’t stop now.
I don’t want to speak,
Then I run my mouth.
I don’t need to be new,
I just shake up my head and I make up a
Mistress for my day shift.
Complaining like love is just something I’ve
Been through, I fell into.
I was falling asleep and I finally missed you,
Fuck I miss you.
One of us, and I won’t say names,
Was starting friction, sparking flames.
Now she’s shaking,
As the walls, the doors, the floors are fading.
You’ll miss me in a taxi ride,
Or any time it’s bleak outside.
Navigating,
Through the murky water we were wading.
If it’s all I need,
Then I won’t stop now. I don’t want to speak,
Then I run my mouth.
I don’t need to be new, I just shake up my head and I make up a
Mistress for my day shift.
Complaining like love it just something I’ve
Been through, I fell into.
I was falling asleep and I finally missed you,
Fuck I miss you.
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5. |
Work It Out
02:56
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I will never sink too low,
Don’t need to know where your hand is.
And I don’t pray anymore,
Or give a fuck about a soul in Damascus.
If she asks, if she asks, you can tell her,
I was daring the best to be better.
Drummer told me a girl in his sweater,
Was the cause of commotion,
All of the trouble makes sense.
They’re scared,
‘Caus we love new beginnings.
You’ve got no idea how to work it out.
Now she knows too much,
I don’t know what to say,
When she wants more and more,
And more.
If she asks, if she asks, you can tell her.
I was keeping ahead of the pressure.
She would change my mind if I let her,
Just like everyone else,
All of the trouble make sense.
Yeah she’s scared,
‘Caus she knows that I’m winning.
You’ve got no idea how to work it out.
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6. |
Waiting Room
03:28
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Have I no part in the universe?
Happiness can be so exclusive.
I live on a street where there's nothing to see,
But a whorehouse and a lack of community.
They do not want my love.
Call it a day, son.
There is nothing wrong with your help,
I was hoping to raise myself.
Tell me how you would handle my position.
Would you want to live the way I've been living?
They do not want my love.
Call it a day, son.
Spend my whole life in a waiting room.
Maybe this summer they'll call my number.
Mama don't like the drugs her boys use.
How could we be this devastated and distressed?
I am in tune with you now,
I am okay with this.
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