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9 Eagle Transmission
02:22
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Foaming
04:25
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sticky sick and stumbling around
dripping peaches//bloody
they dirty up your gown
we're it creepy weeping
seeping through the floor
or the dirty laundry that clutters up the drawers
i know i've gotta get it clean again
hey there eyeball
whatcha lookin for
I've been bottle breaking//
i stumble to the door
i can't see my features
in a funny broken mirror
i see cartoon creatures
cuddled in the fear
and i know i've gotta get it clean again
maybe call me in the morning
and we'll see if i'm still foaming at the mouth
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Stagnation
04:12
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can i tell you that the movement it is over?
can i read to you all the words that you had once wrote?
and you'll hear them all the ways that you had once meant
and you'll find that all your footing it has fell out under you
darling, brush those chips off of your shoulder
let the bygones all be gone just as they are
i am sure that you will find a new direction
somewhere up there amongst the guidance of the stars over you
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Sea Oh Sea Rider
04:47
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let me see the pay stub
let me see the reason you're alive
let me see the heart burning, the awkward turn
and the reason why you sigh
let me see the 'scription
let me see the reason you'll survive
let me the scars you're earning, the heart murmur
and the reason why you sigh
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Four Candles
05:34
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what's to lose ?
there's nothing on the tables
the book you're turning over
with it's content spilling context
yeah i know, i'll take it
it's our new way of getting on now
it's the first signs of queer abstraction
but i'm a nuisance ever laughing
in the doorway to your room
pink glow and tugging on the outside
hold my hands as we pull apart now
yeah i know, it's tragic
turn around and take it to the landslide
it's the first signs of queer abstraction
try to be patient as i'm lying
in the doorway to your room
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Half-Bind
04:16
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Vidalia Onion
02:10
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"you're a writer, ain't you ?"
yes, but sadly all karma was spent
the altar was bent
come and watch how my words ferment
they'll be dripping out the mouth of a bad ventriloquist
that awkward feeling is when you realize you're john, not george
disgusted by the spectacle of death
tho i still enjoy tearing pages from magazines
over calamaties running repeat on tv screens
it feeds but it won't fill them
shuffling cards i often wonder how to deal them
how to steal hymns and still stay holy
knowing only that the poet sleeps in brown paper bags
taking sips off the hourglass to try to get a buzz
when home only ever felt like wherever you was
grinning and toothless no more spitting the dust
fumble around my mouth trying to find the break where the truth busts
and i know
i coulda been a better friend
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Toothy
03:25
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feel fidgety small when you ain't moving
drifting your eyes up towards the ceiling
you could drop a drippy good smile to show off your teeth
just look me in the eye when saying bye to me
darling ol' toothy
lovely little song that we've captured
no it's not a ribbing it's just the laughter
it caught you off guard and now i'm looking like an asshole
just look me in the eye when saying bye to me
darling ol' toothy
sneer a little smile brushing my teeth
cracking knuckles after rubbing your feet
sitting next to you is just too sweet
i don't feel fidgety small against the wall with you
darling ol' toothy
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