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the world.
01:40
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((sounds))((piano twinkles))((ash having an existential crisis again))
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nothing matters
04:12
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The air is full of carbon
I dont have the guts to sing at all
And if we’re dying might as well
Give it a shot while i have hair
To stun and men to die for
If nothing matters anymore
I’ll be a stranger and a friend
Forever trapped inside my own head
You got a sick little curl to your words
And it’s often
I dont understand
What heaven and hell mean
But i’m not sorry,
I throw my trash on the ground,
Turn my women around
And run
Coroner,
Give me a time to be nice,
Give me a time to be right.
The ballad of a lonely housewife,
What we sing to ourselves at night...
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the life of a bureaucrat is tough, trust me, i'm defeated
and when you ask for a hand i'll act like i didn't see it,
say:
"the only way to survive and feed your family so
they don't sprout weeds, or die of polio painfully...
i lost my train of thought, just make that money!"
women and girls, pull out your knives,
we'll kill any man who looks at us twice
"sweetheart, honey, sugarpie"
i swore, i swore, i would make them cry
and smile because i'm right
and i'll say sorry if i have to go
but i don't have friends and i don't want more
i hold my Grammy for Best in Show
and i stare, stare, stare
till i think no more,
my songs are as bland and emotionless
as the rest
i wrapped my legs around the altar
and i held hands with all the others
memorized the state of our
soiled, infested, songs of rapture
i peeled back the wallpaper and
saw the state of our loneliness
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unwanted
03:57
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sip the saltwater off my eyelids
i need a reason to sleep in
are we going to the mall
or a chapel down the hall
to get married?
i saw her in the bathtub making new friends
man i hope my legs are more flexible that that
you ask me for advice but i think you should think twice
about what you're sayin to me
is it enough to be unwanted?
i held saturn in my hands and
felt the waves come crashing down and
i went under
i went under
hey young man i knew you when you had a house off ferry way and we held hands across the yellow tape and when the day came we clutched onto the one piece of each other we could see i felt you frown under the lost and found we watched the whales drown you held my hair back over mt vesuvius i watched your eyelashes turn to dust not the only part of you i couldn’t touch, couldn't have...
done it.
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how often
05:09
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How often do you think about the houses you ate
when you were very young?
How often do you break your collarbone?
And how often do you think about us?
How often do you wait for the bus alone?
And how often do you address with a bitter tone?
Time flies fast, you should know this, friend,
And dirty sticks to you until the bitter end.
(And how often do you light your hair up to be found wanted?)
I have a head full of trouble for you, that’s given,
And you pluck all your fruit only when you’re hidden
You stick your head through the floorboards and wait,
They kick in
Your teeth and stand bloody with love on their face,
Forgiven.
I’ll wait,
I’ll pour cement into my stomach and jump into the nearest lake
Then i’ll sink to the bottom, grab hold of my lover’s face
Drown my systems in red, blame the feds, walk it out on a tight rope,
Turn it into an overpass ledge, and hope
Feel my kidneys collapse at the thought, into little black stones
All my instincts will tell me to give it up, nobody’s home.
How? How?
How often do you change your story?
How late did you get home last night?
Tell me where, when and why.
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my boyfriend
03:05
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could you see me in a crowd?
i'm wearing a really loud shirt
would you tie all the 's's together?
ignore every if and no?
my boyfriend says i can't talk to you anymore
if i had a head where my head is, would you look back
Or laugh?
there are so many kinds of pressure
And i’m bound to crack
i had to wake up to make everything slow down
and in a crowd you look so miserable, you pitiful dog
you cut it all up and arrange it to your taste
i like the new name
i like these new tastes and friends
my boyfriend says i can't talk to you anymore.
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the lumberjack song
03:08
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My ex-best friend is a lesbian
She goes to town on the girls downtown
And in her head she’s a waitress
Collecting cash for the wife and kids
The wife and kids she abandoned, oh
The holy ghost, yeah he calls her name
But she wont drown in your lake disease,
Your breath of bees, your tree like knees
Are falling down
My next door neighbor has a bag
He fills with foul uncultured rags
He saw her in the street one night
He stuffed her in and closed it tight
Pollinate my head with dread, dread, dread
I close my mouth, the bees wont find me here
She will drown in your lake disease
Your breath of bees, your tree like knees
Get chopped down…
Your bed is full of splinters,
Toothpick, toothpick fingerprint
Your holy ghost has run away
Girl you are stuck till your death day…
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You sold your soul to feed the rich
I sold mine to some drunk kids
You tied a string to your molar
I hid under the bed until it was over
You got some steady fans
I wear thimbles while you shake the soldiers hands
I couldn’t hold a flame
You walk strong and proud
Im left out
As the one to blame
I kinda like the way you refuse to name
A mistake that i may or may not have made
Bloody with fame
I stood there thinking i just mightve had what it takes
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saturn
03:47
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Always for certain, I am
Sprawled out across the floor
With a
Fork in the toaster
And my
Heart somehow beating faster than before
If i
Tie my hair up tall enough
Then will the
Laws of gravity
Still apply to me?
And when i
Reach saturn and wrap myself around her rings
Will we be happy forever?
But that’s not how i imagine it
That’s not my safest bet,
I’ll wear a dress of kitchen cutlery
Tie balloons to my hair, see what happens next
I’ll fold when i first touch the clouds
Land safely in Tibet,
Then shave my head and turn into someone
That only craves regret
Plain in this pavement, i hang in
The dust that’s collected on our shame,
The changes we’ve made and
They drain from the sides of our ankles
Famous in anguish
A crater where i used to
Be
Foxes collecting on our heads
Where we once had hair
And inside is where we stayed until the end.
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i feel apples
02:42
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With legs asleep,
Tied to my feet,
Are hunks of red
Stuck to my chest
You wonder how
My eyes are bleeding now
Beet purple,
Glowing into your wrist
These ocean teeth
Collapse under me,
I am her now,
This feeling of feeling
You’re velcro, you’re meant to
Disappear, reappear,
These bodies, corroding,
Split in two, made for you
It’s written in blood,
We have a flair for the dramatic,
And
We take it too far
You know that’s how a good day starts
And how a bad year ends
You had a face and words that spill
Into the place where I was raised
You smiled and ran across the states
But you retired to Canada, oh
We take it too far, we take it too far
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human window
07:25
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Sit up, keep your back straight
Learn the alphabet, man up and know your place
I’m hardwired this way
I think ive had enough sleep
Its hard enough to dream
But ive had head talks and they dont get me anywhere
The sunshine, happy, i dont mind the taste of my own hair
We live in brown paper towns now
Pollute our hands and hair
We hang our kill on coat racks beside the mill
And cry as our hair recedes
We’ll be in the sick,
You don't need pills to know you’re boring
Everyone to death
The rush you get when i
Tie your riddled spine to the ground and you
Spin like a marionette
You don't need anyone to be your coffin
Let's leave it to the psychics and magic tricks
You don't need a cloak made of silk and lace
Or a house to drown out on your wedding day
You dont need anyone to be your coffin
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soiled, infested songs of rapture
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