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Cool Deaths
03:09
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desert bed and cool deaths. the red sea and dead palms.
blood
and my bones are my bones.
anti/love
the years keep burning down.
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Julia
01:30
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julia,
what would it take to see your ghost and ask it what it feared the most?
the beginning or your friends? or the grieving or the end?
i wonder what it would feel like to die...
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Trade Bones
02:46
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you're a force. a strange jewel that i can never get a hold of...
you are liquid with your arms above your head. reaching for the moon. leaving your bruise. and just when i think you're solid you evaporate and vanish.
come back...
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Shallow Grave
02:48
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i want a body like you then id never be wrong like you. and the gates'll open up. i want to make it last on my own, like you, and steer the demons out...
i want your fingers and the grace in the webs. i want to linger, but only because you want me to stay. and the gates will open up...
i swear i'll make it last on my own like you. open up the window so i can blow the demons out...
curses down, armor off, i really just need your legions on my body.
but you don't need anything or anyone.
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All Flowers
02:20
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they should make a statue in your image to warn off weary travelers. dip your fingers deep inside your body. your veins are still the greatest web.
running like rabid daughters.
to me, you embody the spitting image of evil. like mountains rising up from the sea, you're the spitting image of a horrible flood. unfeeling, uncaring, unconscious, unfamiliar, a life/less body.
but it's only when you say my name that my skull is all flowers, my spine is all flowers, my bones are all flowers, my breath is all flowers, and my fingers are numb...
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Rituals(Death Drive)
01:48
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cutting your fingers as they slide down your crown. bruising your knees as you pray in your temple. make a sword, solve all my problems, give me new bones. i'm saving your kisses in a bucket like stones. cumulative light, cumulative gaze. bodies of lovers caught in your waves.
pick up your letters, answer your calls...
keep getting back up
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The Hair Is All Around
04:16
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we are getting old. there are leaves all around. we are still alive, but this is getting old. we are getting old. the weather is all around. i can see your face. the sun is going down.
to see, that's all i ever want, it's all i'll ever be...
it's all i ever want.
you are getting old. your hair is all around. we are still alive, we are still alone. we are getting old. your braids have fallen out. the veins in your hands are slowly turning black.
see? it's all we'll ever be. it's all we want, see?
it's all we'll ever be...
the hair is all around the leaves are all around the smoke is all around the skulls are all around the blood is all around the winter is all around the sea is all around the clouds are all around regret is all around and death is all around
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Shallow Grave II
03:43
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if i'm so gold, why do i rust then turn your fingers green? and if we're so bold, why do we constantly hide from his shadow?
i want to collect you in my palms like sand, or rain, and spill you into the wind across the landscape inside my body so that, in time, your seedlings will sprout and you'll be a part of me forevermore...
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Meadow Bruise
03:23
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i shout out to my wife, she's in the bedroom. i look back and see my wife in the garden.
and the closet is full of shiny dresses. meadow bruise.
the deer tracks i'm tracing. and i call them: "the winter market for us."
better blues. the hoof prints you leave me.
i look back and see my wife in the miurror, putting on make-up. i look back and see my wife in the graveyard, laying down roses.
and we want it so we up the sun as it shines. summer swoon, and i'm crooning out a twilight song. and i call it: "the curses of our fated lives."
and let it bloom...
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10. |
Endings/Beginnings
03:48
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thank you for listening
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