1. |
All The Same
04:22
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I have found a love that’s meant for me and I will break apart the same.
We’re all the same
We’re all the same
We’re all the same
We are the mesa
We’re all the same
we are the seam
We’re all the same
we’re all the same
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2. |
White Dresses
01:22
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3. |
Bird Calls
03:05
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Hey
I was the light
under your clothes that constantly glowed
But you
wore them anyway
just changed the shade
with each dress that you chose
Even now
If you were to die
and break the ground with your fall I’d dig a tunnel and crawl
Down to where
I could here you say
That death is a place
of white dresses and bird calls
People waiting for the train are asking for you by your name now I shake my head in a fragile daze. I’ll just catch the next one.
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4. |
Hawk Bones
03:22
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Have you seen my baby
The one with teeth in her hair.
I'm not coming home now without her.
Have you seen my baby Never seen your baby.
The one with holes in her eyes. She's not inside.
I'm not coming home now
She's not coming home now.
without her.
Have you seen my baby Never seen your baby.
She's as hollow as hawk bones. I don't know.
I'm not coming home now
She's not coming home now.
without her.
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5. |
Young Mother
01:29
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6. |
Nail Polish
03:54
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When you said your hands look like your father’s
I knew you meant without the red nail polish.
Back there before it all started
I’d never seen that look in your eyes.
Now I see it all around
In the birds scattered on the ground
with twitching wings
but they’re still singing
The sheets stained just like inkblots but you were so calm then
Back there in my old apartment
where the moths that ate my clothes
smelled just like your perfume
Back to the place where it started
the sky was pink and red like your old man’s head
coughing up a lung when I met you
In the freezing rain and you noticed our teeth
chattering at the same beat.
Now I see it all around
in the phones scattered on the ground
and I’ll dance dreary to the sound
up until
they stop ringing
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7. |
Train Daze
02:44
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On the train the people screech along.
A girl with her father's feet is standing up.
I break her skinny arm into a "z"
She holds it above her head,
waits for the flash and blinks.
The man next to me is shaped just like a dog.
He's asking me which stop I'm getting off.
I growl into his pointed ear.
He crawls away on all fours
in tears.
I focus on the scratch marks on my back
to keep my fragile daze in tact.
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8. |
Bar
02:50
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There were people at the bar where I was born
but I don’t know them anymore.
You were the image in my head when I was born.
While they folded into each others mouths
dropping stained teeth on the floor.
Then, I saw you in the park when I was four.
You burned like a cathedral door.
I went back to where you stood, when I was five,
all the trees leaned into windows now.
Dripping stained glass in my eyes.
Then, you touched me on the arm when I was nine.
My fingernails cracked with colored lines.
And I used that hand to write until I died
you walked me back into the bar
each new hair dancing with lice.
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9. |
Divine Teeth
02:20
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Divine teeth
sit loose in her open mouth.
All nine gleam.
She’s given the others out.
All those divine teeth
she throws at the wall like dice
and then she smiles sweet
like someone who’s won a fight.
She reminds me:
“This is the stained glass life.”
Is she blonde when she dreams Or a baby
who is teething under the snow
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10. |
Z
01:12
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11. |
Breaker
02:15
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They dragged her out by her hair.
Well I only saw them when they
moved through the stained glass light.
Their faces broke into colors and shapes
Their faces broke into colors and shapes
When they dragged her out through the doorway
I saw her face break too
into the same cracked colors that they wore.
Their patterns moved on her like restless tattoos
Pulled a blonde hair out of my comb and
all I remember of my baby's face
is moving colors and those jagged shapes
moving colors and those jagged shapes
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12. |
Blonde
01:04
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13. |
Disappear
01:21
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You looked so clear to me then
with the Christmas lights on.
"When we disappear" you said
"we'll be better off."
"When we disappear
our hands will stop."
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