1. |
Mickey Mouse & So Am I
03:45
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Everyone I know is alright
Hey, hello, what time tonight?
Thy crucify was moved to 9
These are the signs of the times
See you static in time
Feelings plastered, photo crime
Is it true I've seen the end?
In your eyes I'm born again!
Underworld cafeteria hall
Hills too tall, two wheels to crawl
Everyone is sitting at the table of moods
1491, Vietnam blues
Falls coming up around the bend
It couldn't come faster than a bus to him
I think she's been waiting up all night
It think we've judged more than we can write
Mickey is a mouse and so am I
According to their courting I guess I'll die
What does it mean to be a friend,
lest you and I remember when...
We first met, I was in my worst set,
you were at the best depth,
has our train come yet?
Has our train come yet?
Has our train come yet?
Has our train come yet?
Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away
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2. |
Cutie Commies
04:21
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If I am the one asleep then who are you?
Yeah it's cheep but what other melody could I do?
Let's grab a burger, yeah, a bite to eat.
What we can't afford we wont ever need.
Who needs money anyway?
Fuck it, we can walk and have less friends or sleep all day.
Cutie commies behind the door.
Holism mediators wait along the wall.
Who cares what I do?
No one likes the one who listens to it all.
Can I say, "me and you"
as a thing to be instead of me but no you.
I'd rather be "me and you" than no you.
What do you think about when all the worlds asleep?
Do you see the dreams we won't ever tell, were creeps.
Lets go to the park they ruined with machines.
From the fence I send my favorite memories.
Well it's funny anyway.
Lucky duck, lets run until our boots stomp out our brains.
Cutie commies line the hall.
Holism mediators listen for the gone
Who cares what I do?
No one likes the one who listens to it all.
Can I say, "me and you"
as a thing to be instead of me but no you.
I'd rather be "me and you" than no you.
I'd rather be "me and you" than no you.
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3. |
Prayer Candle
04:05
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hey holy queen,
do you ever have plastic dreams?
out in the hall,
save me oh candle queen
spiders running down the water spout,
rain turn a river, can we find our way home?
funny, everybody's hearts missing a sleeve,
showing who they are before they believe.
is it conversation or verbal casualty?
would you ever hear what they wanna see?
everybodys talking not giving a damn
eveybodys fighting not giving a damn
everyones crying not giving a damn
everythings trying to be in the dance
hey you on the wall,
do you ever see at all?
I've heard it said,
thirteen candles 'round my bed
spiders running down the water spout,
rain turn a river, can we find our way home?
funny, everybody's hearts missing a sleeve,
showing who they are before they believe.
is it conversation or verbal casualty?
would you ever hear what they wanna see?
everybodys talking not giving a damn
eveybodys fighting not giving a damn
everyones crying not giving a damn
everythings trying to be in the dance
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4. |
Mr. Bones
05:27
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Mr. Bones are you working on your ballad?
Xylophones, your ribs look awful thin.
Mr. Bones, you remember last winter?
Fingers froze while stomping out your heart.
Mr. Bones I wonder if you mind it, I'd borrow your spine if I could trade you for my thumb.
Mr. Bones I know that you can hear me,
with your staring and you're smiling,
I know you wanna see me
Mr. Bones you're skull looks quite pretty.
I think you know smoking makes you look sharp.
Mr. Bones do you think it would be nice if,
those cold eyes, would you like my scarf?
Mr. Bones would you please take your hand away,
its tangled in my hair and it's time I go home.
Mr. Bones behind those dark sunglasses are hiding your true actions,
tell me, why are you laughing?
Mr. Bones you're trials for first degree murder.
In a row, you harvested their body parts.
Mr. Bones, do you have anything to say for yourself?
Now you know that you'll die the ides of march.
Mr. Bones this is no funny matter,
you are no mad hatter,
this is your final straw.
Mr. Bones, why'd you throw you're heart away?
Who's tears are you crying?
Do you care that you're dying?
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5. |
Denim
04:13
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A second skin is a denim
jacket that looks like 3 years
of sadness
and happy sown in the seams,
clashes with others out on the scene.
Patches, Maya box of matches
just to be a November dream
catcher faster than a passing
feeling like I remember when.
Here we go again.
I sure wont be late
to hear you're heart, I'd be saved.
Denim blue like the rain.
Cups and knives, glass sunrise
in the window every day.
Once awake in a dream,
forgot to put my memories away.
1, 2 3, 4AM
Walk myself home again.
Oil Stains for Mr. Breakfast,
muse that carries me to bed.
Here we go again,
I sure wont be late
to hear you're heart, I'd be saved.
Denim blue like the rain.
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6. |
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love is be you
see you for you
be 2, go do
prickles & goo
wake up to see
love is to be
see you for you
we too need 2
love is be you
see you for you
be 2, go do
prickles & goo
wake up to see
love is to be
see you for you
we too need to
be whole
ya seek
duality
one being,
for we know
a love whole
now
experience this
love is be you
see you for you
be 2, go do
prickles & goo
wake up to see
love is to be
see you for you
we too need 2
love is be you
see you for you
be 2, go do
prickles & goo
wake up to see
love is to be
see you for you
we too need 2
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7. |
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last night I lied
I knew when thy sighed
The stupid green spirit
no, nor my cheery subtle sad mood
can pull and pull us out of this fit of, "what is it?"
contorted, ecstasy on moments of proper calls,
improper stalls, beneath your grace I find my face in the mirror of halls,
my life goes on
forever,
in thy space
I die facing up to the sun
but it meant nothing,
for naught,
wrong page.
A moment
all caught up,
whats fair?
I don't care.
I don't care.
our shoes bedside,
with you I cried.
I don't even hear it,
no, nor I fear its sharp cuddle claws woo,
to pull and pull apart my heart into pieces,
for breakfast,
soak up maple guesses.
with my face, my hands stay stuck to pray for nothing,
just burred and cold,
since you must be gold,
I'll save face
till time takes
a toll to ferry this soul,
but it meant nothing,
for naught,
wrong page.
A moment
all caught up,
whats fair?
I don't care.
See ya later.
-AFTERWORDS-
To go
my friend
to sow
again.
I wont
pretend,
I want
thy end.
Thy end.
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8. |
Visiting Hours
05:06
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Christmas lights on my front porch,
spider webs for Charlotte's morgue.
Warm book light when I need something more.
S I D D H A R T H A
where have you gone?
Trick or treat, a year all long gone,
all- you- are- is- not lost
not lost
not lost
not lost
City lights stain my window,
when will your folks come see you?
Black and white Twilight Zone on the tube
La la la la la la la
la la la Frakkur has sung.
Essay taped to the bedroom wall
we sung
to-
our- hearts
our home
our hearts
our home
our hearts
our home
our hearts
our home
our hearts
our home
our hearts
our home-
Our Hearts.
Our Home.
Our Hearts.
Our Home.
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9. |
The Beret Gang
03:22
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When you wore
your hair swooped round you couldn't care
to be seen in the beret gang,
indie classico boredom,
its got the best of you.
Lets go out,
walk around the local town
and find out
ya being judged by all the hopefuls
oh boy.
You're following the "we" the "team"
you're lying
in the face of selfish eyes
wake up
cassette
high-tech
car cruse
cheep bet
train wreck
late night
miss this
miss this
What cool now?
Don't you wanna hang around and hang out,
take the shades and somber ways off you now,
we'll feel the same bout' everyday and night,
we play to pretend, we play the game.
You call out,
you and you and you excuse yourself now,
made up things explain nothing about ya.
It isn't fair to be the bear,
a lone stone,
but you just couldn't care.
shades off
makeup
stake out
pieces
car gone
glass heart
say it
miss this
miss this
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10. |
Bonnie Brae
04:15
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spin the spokes
swing on ropes
find the trail
on the way
to bonnie brae
you gave me a face
I saw on the way to learn
oh, a dimes gonna buy your way into school
but you'd rather die than be lost to find
yourself in a pool of friends who took up
the weekend you wish that you spent alone
and you're married to the modern times
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
remember
on bonnie brae
you gave me a face on the way to learn
sitting in the hall with your back up against the wall
and you put out the feet of your older self to impress you, you lovely selfish girl.
sweet bones
speak of ghosts
tell a tale
on the way
to bonnie brae
you made a face
i saw on the way to learn
oh, time doesn't heal the forgotten wound
but you'd rather scar than hide all the truth
a virtue of blues to cue up a tune of
brooding a mood you pretend alone
and you're married to the modern times
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
remember
on bonnie brae
you gave me a face on the way to learn
sitting in the hall with your back up against the wall
and you put out the feet of your older self to impress you, you lovely selfish girl.
Break your own damn heart.
I regret no one.
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