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Searchlight
00:56
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Vonnegut
04:54
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My empty words mar this blank slate,
I pulled them from an empty well
So I write with no direction
no emotion in the lead
I think this month just took too much
just took too much from me
Maybe grace is what I need
To lift my swollen stubborn feet
We need beauty as well as bread
I searched not for you and still was fed
I imagined burning to death reading vonnegut
the jets over head breathing fire from their lungs
I could hear the pages turn to ash
to embers in my hands
Where do you go when you die?
the only question that seems to matter at all
we give up, we quit, it's the end
we are much too horrible for this nice place
we surrender
we surrender
we give up, we quit, it's the end*
Maybe grace is what I need
To lift my swollen stubborn feet
We need beauty as well as bread
I searched not for you and still was fed
I can’t believe it’s changing
(Anonymous, with cryptic words)
This life is getting way too real
There’s plenty of hearts left to steal
Make my way back into this world
Stop living in my head
(The bleakest days remind me that)
The future just seems so unsure
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I’ve grown weary, restless and bored
Just of this
Oh, just of this
This routine is so safe
So comfortable, so comforting
The choking weed rising to the light
The softest blanket wrapped too tight
I wonder if I’m brave enough to leave?
At least I’m brave enough to wonder
I’m so sick of trying to be
So goddamned eloquent
Like every word that I write down
Demands the utmost respect
Some words just need to be coughed out
Or thrown up
I wonder if I’m brave enough to leave?
At least I’m brave enough to wonder
I’ve spent so much time preparing for life
I’ve forgotten how to live
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4. |
Letters and Postcards
04:38
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It’s been a year of quite phones
Another month more I suppose
Of quiet beds
Of quiet phones
Sometimes the silence speaks to me
An exchange of letters and postcards
I got a package from the moon
Full of solitude and stars
She signed it still
And always yours
Sometimes the night, she speaks to me
And exchange of whispers and love songs
Sometimes the silence speaks to me
And exchange of letters and postcards
Send me quickly, postmark and packing tape
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5. |
Who is the King
04:19
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All this hatred the media is spewing
Is poisoning the fountain of youth
And the children
Are drinking straight from the faucet
Loathing is in their blood
Corporations are telling us who to hate
(if knowledge is power)
Corporations are showing us how to hate
(tell me then, tell me then, who is the king?)
Distribution of fear to the masses
Deconstruction of language in favor of the walls
Education is the enemy of the tyrant
Education is the enemy of
Corporations are telling us who to hate
(if knowledge is power)
Corporations are showing us how to hate
(tell me then, tell me then, who is the king?)
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6. |
With You
02:04
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So many words, scribbled hastily
illegibly
with you on my mind
your hands and feet
visible beneath the filigree
weak metaphors and clumsy chords
with you on my mind
*No intentional correlation to Dallas Green song. There was a different melody when I wrote it, now I can’t unhear that majestical sea-beast sing
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Signed and Sealed
02:59
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I’ve worn this suit to more funerals than weddings
So maybe
This letter won’t reach you in time
My last words
What should have been said
What you’ve always known to be true
Signed and sealed
Will you have the chance?
Signed and sealed
Will you have the chance to read it?
Sent to you from beyond time
Sent to you from beneath the tide
It’s everything I should have said
Everything I could never say enough
I hate that I can’t go
one day without thinking
Of dying or losing
The ones that I love
I hope it’s everything
How could I fit it in one letter?
No envelope could contain my love for you
If I’m going out
I’m going out with the ones that I love
And I
I hope I never get your letter
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8. |
Gasoline
05:08
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Douse this house in gasoline
And watch it burn to the ground
Cause I can’t take one more freezing night
In my haunted house
It just takes one misplaced match
One discarded cigarette
One abused pilot light
To set an all consuming blaze
Oh no
I hear your footsteps in the hallway
When I know that I’m alone
I see your face in half fogged mirrors
You’ve made your presence known
I breathe you in when I’m in bed
Poison memories, they plague my
Oh, they plague my head
Now I lay with traces all around
Not even gasoline can save me now
From my haunted house
This unholy, unholy haunted house
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