1. |
The Hive
06:20
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The forest crept from those eyes and beckoned me to come along. Teaching me all new pain. Teaching me all new black. I wanted out. I wanted out. But, I couldn't see through the fog. Feed me the hive, between all the gold, between those thighs.
Heat from the furnace.
Breathe, don't look concerned yet.
Trees, they can't turn us.
Believe, you just don't know it.
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2. |
Coffin Dancing
02:18
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Coffin dancing. I saw you whistling calmly, at first. The branches coming through, falling leaves, fallen eyes. I caught you dancing, I saw you.
I saw your pause, I saw your eye.
I saw your pause, so I colored it.
I saw your pause, sharpened knife, summer blind.
I saw your pause, for sure.
You're waiting on the shore, I'm breaking up. You're waiting on the shore, I'm breaking up.
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3. |
Swift Hell
03:13
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Oh, darling you're moving mountains in the North West with your moans. The ocean, it turns me, the inside of rodents. You're a ghost. Oh, darling you're forgetting and the water is boiling. Skin that shows. Make me a new one, castles in roses. All of your bones.
The coastline: a spoken name
The desert: forgive me
Sahara: tuck me in
Pacific: let me win
Oh, darling you're shrinking. The raindrops on your head and on your coat. The night time is heaving. The fog on the hillside, let's go home. Oh, darling I miss you. It's been too long and all for show. The forest is in me and killing me softly just like a song.
The attic: all empty tries
The bedroom: all alone
Tundra: bring me in
Atlantic: let me win
I'm fleeing desperately. I'm leaving, come with me. Completely and suddenly it's seeming too much for me. I cried out desperately and tree leaves poured from me...
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4. |
Seen Sunrise
04:00
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Open a book and read from the end. The neighbors pretend they don't hear it. Calling you out. I got your number and I wrote it down into a poem that's nothing but sound. Calling you now. Out in the street and drunk with the crows while neighbors pretend they don't fear it. I'm calling out. It was awkward at first but in the end I'll become what's worth being. Calling you out.
Whore.
Light peeks through
Your
Seen sunrise
Or
Your tri-colored shape
Absorbed in
Different tastes
Under your shirt a heaven exists. It's not a trick i'm not scheming. Wander around. Walk like a giant and walk like a ghost into a whole new good meaning. Wonder about you...
We crashed too soon now nobody wants me. First I'll go blank, then I'll go madly. In all of the states if they'll have me. Unless it's too late...
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5. |
Diamondface
05:23
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Two headed snake. Body broke. Diamond face. Cobra coat. Two lovers bite. Body broke. Crystal lights. Viper throat.
One that breathes and one that spits
One to bite and one to kiss
One that sparkles and the other burns
One disobeys, the other learns
Don't you run, don't you hide
Don't
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6. |
The Killing Web
03:35
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Powerlite effigy burning so bright we could live off of it. You poured out in piles of yarn onto my chest. Get these crows off of me. Nice flowers.
Never grown
Never kissed
Never met
You poured out in piles of yarn onto the bed.
As soon as I said:
drone, prone, shone, cold
I'd rather be dead than alone, than at home, or anywhere else.
Not as good as a bird, not as fast either, but not stuck like a statue...
You poured out in piles of yarn onto my chest. Never worried. Never quite bare. Brittle bones with black veins. You poured out in piles of yarn onto the bed.
As soon as I said:
drone, prone, shone, cold
I'd rather be dead than alone, than at home, or anywhere else.
The calls that never bled:
unsung, black lung, I drank, you watched the box.
The snow I never met
the fold, the gold, you showed and I couldn't look.
The first time we spoke in rhyme we broke loose in perfect time.
All grown, all tired, all grey.
The web, the killing kind.
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Vile Nothings
04:50
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Deep in the Tundra. Deep in the forest. Calling my body. Calling me under. Green is our new color. Lying in sunlight. Bathing in beauty. Sold for a new life.
Gazing out from a mirror
You know.
Kneel in the parlor
You know.
Snake in the bed sheet
You know.
Kneel in the closet
You know.
Reach for the bedroom. Gone for the weekend. Smoke on the sweater. It's bending in my ear. Claws at the ready. Cold at the window. Deep in the forest the roses are growing.
I wouldn't want to leave here. I'll lay my bones all over this house. There are no roads home. I'm all alone.
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While You're Away
03:36
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Foxmouth
04:38
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I could hear it in your call, but no, I won't believe it. Reach for the gun but don't mess around. Bruises won't show unless you want to mean it. Eat from the shore when no one's around.
When you come
When you call
When you talk
When you stop
The ticking in your throat, the crows can't wait to hear it. Reach in the blood, but don't mess around. Coffins won't glow unless I'm alive to see it. Eat at the shore when I'm not around.
When you fall
When you call
When you talk
When you stop
See his eyes go bright red just as he turns and reaches for the axe. My blood with boil . See him as a mast and blow him down. My blood is running fast, just blow me down. See him at his worst. The flow came down. Shouting like a curse. You don't know how. Death is gaining and we don't know why.
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10. |
Some End
03:51
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Golden dogs reading songs. We all pretend, we sing along. Golden dogs singing songs. We all pretend we get along.
Made up of crow
Keeping the blood
For your daughter
Deep in the snow
You in the blood
Losing the glow
Safe from the flood
Made up of crow
Drinking the blood
For your father
We won't ever leave again!
Come in, follow, the wind bellows.
Come in, follow, the witch grows
In you...
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