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nancy's hell
02:45
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thank god for open door policies
how else could i broach something
like nancy’s dilapidated hovel
and her sad sad eyes
when i visited with her family
all the documents in tow
her back was turned
she wouldn’t even look at us
you've made such an impression
with your kitschy tourist shirt
and your beautiful abjection
your propensity for hurt
i think often of the man
you must have loved with all you were
and how you must have disappointed
when your secrets ran the earth
he’d said, “i love you babygirl, cause you can read my mind”
“i love you, too”
“stop the tape, i cannot live in pieces –
cut the mic, i am so full of hatred for the weak”
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your winning smile
02:43
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all my love through all the shit i’ve read
junko’s name forever in my head
“but your nights are long –
i don’t care what they say, you can do no wrong
your conviction becomes you, yeah never change
to the clouds and back my love, do you feel the same?”
i think you’re better off ten thousand years from here
head between your knees
and all hands over your eyes
i would never go to DAB
i would never go to MIA
“i try my best but you’re all the same,
i think you’ll never know the ways”
a nervous motion towards her hand
“baby don’t ask me how i am,
i’m so angry now you don’t understand”
the lights went all the way –
“aileen, my head
aileen, my head”
– down
“aileen, my head
aileen, my head”
– down
“baby don’t ask me how i am
i’m so angry now you don’t understand”
the lights went all the way –
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story of o
03:09
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tv on i do not know
train here i cannot say
loafer gone where is the man
you're steppin over me
your fucked up teeth and your fucked up car
since daylight cracked i've walked so far
you're after me i know you are
you're after me i know you are
a trashman in revolt could heal a nation back to peace
when i finally hit the bank the sun was washing over me
i listened for your call but i could only hear their cries
i left my keys in the house 'cause i trust you with my life
fire on i do not know
stove out i cannot say
merriweather save my name
you're steppin over me
a trashman in revolt could heal a nation back to peace
when i finally hit the bank the sun was washing over me
lord knows a quick escape is always buried in my mind
i left my keys in the house 'cause i trust you with my life
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TRTTS
03:14
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box dye
napalm red, i am so it
in it
i’m the one who can’t take off
from
here
vintage western shirts galore
and
lime
mezcal swag
my bitch wife on the phone
you wait til i get home
your follies, your fantasies, and your faith
rebellion built and tumbled
no sons to take your name
i swear i would have never done the same
it’s yours – your follies, your fantasies, your future, and your faith
it’s yours – your turn to call it cheap
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chad infinitum
04:31
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i hate that bother dog to death
and one more foot will keep her down
i hate the way she combs her hair
the water will not keep you clean
the air will suffocate the hens
the clouds will suffocate the hens
marauder come and strike us down
i cannot give another day
i’ve seen them driving round in cars
that’s nice now be real with me
so cold outside. you’re funny too. i feel it now. this naked room. and why be here? all caught up in the weeds – with prozac in your teeth where the water’s supposed to be. if complacence is the key, and affect is the wall, then your fist is of the hope that’s gonna fuck it all. just agree with me – atrazine in the air. your grandpa’s everywhere. the hot beams – rob me of speech. til stars be green. suffocate the hens. it cannot keep you clean.
the only man of energy, yes the revolution’s pride
had trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child (leonard cohen)
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