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the front door gets closer as the heels drag on as the train chugs on keep the headlights on light the lanterns on here comes the front door, the front door comes pluck my strings to help me think teach me how to sing again bom bom bom... roll down the window, spit out a tooth there goes the suture there goes the suture now what the fuck did you try to do? there goes the suture there goes the suture now mr charlie mustard said he's going to take a break he said his heart is underground it's where he keeps it safe mr charlie mustard said he's trying not to break he drifts along the bedside because the bedside is a lake the bells, they chime inside my head, the sound
the sound it lives instead of dead, it turns it turns the body into bread, remember remember what the wine glass said, what the wine glass said "now what the fuck are you trying to do there goes the future there goes the future" bom bom bom... he said it's degrading to see how your life will get played i see the gold and the butternut buddha yet mr charlie mustard said he likes it anyway i see the gold and the butternut buddha
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Pendulum Furs
02:31
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two cords struck inside her throat
and crept outside into a room
the air it changed that afternoon
i know i'll see my darling soon
her eyes were veiled with sounds i wrote
into her ears and then her brain
play my love on cassette tapes
allow yourself to be my mate
inhaling truth that was spritzed on
a puzzle i don't want to solve
that one cafe no one has gone
i ordered fish, you ordered love
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Magic Tricks with E
01:40
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morning's where our recline stays your word balloon sponges off my face the saturated woods it goes down easy on my eyes skin can pull the pin and you will quietly explode there's a stand off with the ceiling when you're at my side a line a drop, a book, a rain everyone else does seems the same except for you and me me and ecstasy if everyone says they're living we will quietly be leaving me and ecstasy we've got a secret thing to hide too much you say i scraped my knees so cocksure with those timid things you keep breathing to sew my wounds and let me rest in your locked room the sign it keeps the others out so i can drink and you can read and we can make a meal in peace inside
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hey
i love you more than i'd love to tell you
this is us as dust, if you must
i should be where your hands will be from 8pm to a quarter to three
powder kisses on your face, pitter patter, let's go, tip toe tip toe
hey man, what are you doing with that fun in your hand
that's me. or it used to be.
not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
surrounded by the goods of the negative men
hell yes, i proclaimed, it's the duke of shame
as i stood in slowed down rain
am i covered from head to toe
before i sprint into my war
because i got your back
for when you speed into yours
mouthing out words that curdled in arms
kiss me, darling, as if it were wrong.
polar bomb
so long
to sleep in small sips like movie clips
the polar bomb
is not so long
for when we sneak into sunsets
tip toe tip toe let's go
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She Makes Her Own Meals
03:57
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the morning is so hungry for the afternoon teeth are sending signals they are signal lamps flashing on and off for the people they're intended for blink once for the money blink twice for the show no whammies no whammies armored by your headphones on your way to work and nobody is bothering to look up your skirt
staggered by the phrases in their heads the sound it throws a pitch and kicks up dirt but but i love the lonely girl encased in the car and a crowd of kids you don't get their jokes or the songs they sing conversations with the floor are never going to end dressing you up to play pretend or in a busy body box you have the table to yourself fixed in a snowglobe where dust is your satellite waiting to be put back on the shelf, but, i want to shake you up, i just might because because because because i love the lonely girl endowing a world with bold footprints they're watching from outside of a glass case conjuring the past with the present tense
and the words become a mottle on your cute face blink thrice for a dish and the baptist's head if you feel lonelier i'm asleep or dead i'm hanging on the wall like an old friend you have dinner with cracked mirrors on the mend and the tunnels between buildings become longer and heavy bags are hanging off your soft hands the wind is picking up but it don't matter you're armored by your headphones in the end and i love the lonely girl and then i get it, there isn't anymore to rent
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In order to remember your dreams,
You must think of them as if they were little kittens.
When you wake up in the morning,
Before you get out of bed,
Sit up and say, "Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty."
If this doesn't work,
You must go into the kitchen and pour out a saucer of cream.
Place it by the foot of the bed and say, "Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty
kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty."
When the kitty gets the cream,
The dream is remembered.
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Old American Brooklyn, New York
made bedroom 4-track confessionals since highschool with computers then guitars then computers and guitars, joined bands, lifted heavy things, then settled in bushwick, brooklyn, ny, in 2007.
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