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to this mountain, move
05:37
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We planted seeds, we wanted cherries all over the yard
But I saw nothing growing out my window, I know that you saw
Did I kill them? Did I give them too much?
Did you know they were bad? Was I being too tough?
Are they still squirming in their seats?
Have the mustard seeds started to seep?
Up until then, I was a mound you needed to cross
And now, I am a broken punch.
As promised, you will not be cleansed.
Thank you romans, you tried your best.
If there’s only grace, then I don’t want to drown.
If we pray it away, then how will I know it’s gone.
I wanted to let you to live inside me
Wanted to let you to live inside me
Wanted to let you to live inside me
Wanted to let you to live inside me.
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bye bye birdie
04:26
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At first, we found ourselves in the middle of things.
A bright red wooden place with many rooms,
Surrounded by moos and caws,
A fat pig offering himself up for the plate. I saw
her sat with a plate of red meat, untouched
And unlooking at me. On the gunshot to go,
We knew we wouldn’t survive dinner if we did
not run, we stuck our heads above the air
And circled our legs violent.
In our heads pictured as a moving car,
We stuffed ourselves with growing things,
some things too tall to stand straight, ready
for a topple. She always found herself
safe when moving. We grew and grew
and grew until I couldn’t fit anymore. I threatened to crack,
We threw the worn and forgotten parts out -
the registration, the old dance shoes, the engine,
I swallowed the biggest vermilion and we
all suffered for it.
Before we became one, we poured ourselves
into the rooms of bodies. Severed the “should”
hand, severed the “no” hand. If your right eye
causes you to sin, pluck it out. I pressed myself
into people I barely knew, the singer onstage
unhinged by any playing thing.
I found you in a smoke stack refusing
to puff it in yourself. We talked as jockeys
passing words as discs, for sport and
win this time. Do you remember that song
I played you? Anyone would have suited me then.
Do you remember when I ran from you in the rain
to chase a barely formed dream?
We we people who liked to be in pain, people
who thought being persecuted was a gift.
The thing was that there was no thing
the I so big you couldn’t see the back of it
No ablution outside Jordan, only flowing
into the dead
An insane departure then racking up hopes,
Stepping on the ants on the way to their hole,
carrying bits of communion bread,
their mothers were so proud. Waiting for that golden
plastic trophy, but you have to give it back. You always do.
It was never yours to begin with.
There is nothing to be revealed that what
has already been seen. No there, no then,
no in between. The ground was always steady
with me and god, and now it’s just numbers
and rocks so small you can hardly see them.
When you watch me from afar, you’ll credit
this peculiarly tight haircut to lack of wit and
embalming of a god gave me to do.
Inside the locked desk drawer,
(now) turns into a nursery rhyme for
(always). These day you learn to live
with saying sorry too much
It always takes a bite out of you
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3. |
regards, loser
02:49
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They’re filling in the sidewalk
I wonder who broke it first place
The lady’s painting her house yellow
And everyone’s getting big fences
Soon but not today, let’s walk around and pretend
We’re somewhere else, where would we go?
She said you can be anything you want
Just come back home
Tryna make everything a bit more than it seems
The world is thankless and less than it should be
Wanna dream about something other than what’s done
We’re unexceptional but we’re happy to run
Made a list of all the jobs I quit, I guess it’s a little bit dissident
They say you’re lazy if you don’t work hard
Shall I gouge my eyes and send them in a card?
Coffee for the table, that’s all I have to offer
There’s nothing else for me to say
Sometimes you just do what you want
I’ve made my home
Tryna make everything a bit more than it seems
The world is thankless and less than it should be
Wanna dream about something other than what’s done
We’re unexceptional but we’re happy to run
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5. |
sanarás mañana
04:14
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Sitting by the aguacate tree
You were picking lemons, I was throwing them
You sprayed me with a hose, you’d never tell me no
But I listened
In your pretty town you bought us rotten milk
The curtain fell down and you swore
oh my god, I’ll never say that again
Keep them safe, you know I’d do anything for you
And he listened
I’ve got a bad case of poor little girl
And I want you to be something you’re not anymore
All the black gates they remind me of you
Sometimes you pull at them and beg god to let you through
Sometimes you pull at them and beg god to let you through
Sometimes you pull at them and beg god to let you through
I’m scared, you’ll never know it
I know they’re playing a trick on me
I like to walk home and I imagine you’re there
I can be anything you want
Just come back to me
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