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editors
01:58
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like a picture of the ocean
i can take myself for granted
and the salt is rubbing in as if my
skin were the atlantic
i'm romantically inclined
towards a life of anti-crime with you
can't read those kind of signs
so we edit all the time
editing the sun and the moon
endless elevator
if the fire even happens
but you don't get extra presents
for admiring the wrapping
yr built like a canteen
and shadows unforseen you knew
we're impatient in a line
now we bleed a valentine
flowing over everything new
i'm man enough to tell you that a picture
of the ocean is enough to make a plan
so i say we steal the choir
and widen in the gyre we two
we're built to fail by design
so we edit all the time
edit out whatever's in bloom
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2. |
thanksgiving
01:31
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i don't see you
yr just a daydream
we have held hands
we have come unglued
me: like a farm
you: like a jail loaded up with charms
what the hell
do we tell our families?
i can't retreat
riding bikes through windy empty streets
we had quite a thing
we made quite a scene
you: alien guard
me: gun that shoots a flag
i won't be desperate
i won't let you forget
but you won't see me
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3. |
handholder
02:56
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picture this:
fat gorilla sitting on my tits
wind is swinging at the door
which can't be opened
in my breathless state
i don't miss my gorilla
and i'm fed up with pretending that i do
here's some more
every muscle in my body red and sore
mistaking what i did
for what i said just makes it easier
to go about it all
i burn away the winter
turning my impatient eyes
towards the fall
hold my hand
that's how you know yr all grown up
stay inside the hand that holds you
don't give a second thought
to giving anything to someone
who ignores you
wait a sec
simply envisioning the wreck
is not the same as being reckless
on the asphalt with the ordinary ivy
i say nothing yet is yr fault
and i'll thank you to quit saying that
it is
take a whiff
you'll notice then's been getting on with if
can't you smell the permutations
of a lot of worlds
yet we both got hurled
here into our bodies
and our work
and our conditions
and our heads
ring that bell
that's how you know you done fucked up
straying from the hand that holds you
to be a fake to someone who would
break his legs and arms off just to know you
what kinds of friends are these
they knife the breeze and call it quits
and linger on the little shit
and make you like an ugly tree that they can climb
to see the city cough
you've been under them too long
now we're gonna shake them off
hold my hand
because there's zero chance i'm running out of love
stay inside a heart that needs you
you don't belong to someone who would want
to put on gloves to even
touch you
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4. |
hard people
01:14
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i know exactly who i am
i'm an angry little man
don't think that i don't want it
even if you say i can forgive
it's out of hand
the world where i live is never ask
only demand
you can come and get me soon
we will go running papermoon and stand
to rob the ocean empty selling
bibles and harpoons
all the whales out of tune
forgive me what i know
my world is just what i assume
there are hard people and hard people to know
some of us like to be our own
we get sticky fingers when we reach in
without looking
and won't bring obligation to the things
that we don't own
i'm an angry little man
you bet i dig the way i am
i don't want to be like you
even if you say i can forgive
it's out of hand
the world where i live is somewhere
you don't want to land
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5. |
this guitar
03:13
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i'm running to the sound of this guitar
this one is better now i think
in the 50s they looked like beautiful cars
in the 80s they were cocks on the move
in the 90s they could get my horizon going
now they're something you leave alone or
you choose
i'm hurting because i don't know where you are
i'm hurting and forgetting how to think
in the 50s i wasn't even around
in the 80s i took a menacing move
in the 90s i was better off not knowing
all of the indelicate news
i'm running to the sound of this guitar
and running feels like i am mine
i'm on the mountain late at night
i hear it going in the pines
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6. |
worm
02:00
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yr my worm go and wriggle in the soil
while the rest of us burn in the sun
i'm a million miles an hour yr a gang
of little hearts
and yr underneath the flowers
and you don't take turns
you are in love with new jersey
don't care if it hurts me
and you breaking a window tryna
clean out the curse
this is a satisfied field
this is satisfied grass
we can turn it, turn the wheel
and it takes four hands
yr my worm
here in a lunchbox of learning
where we're never disturbed spitting
haiku in broken german smoothing
ritalin burrs
we're a statistical shield
couldn't further digress
we can turn it, turn the wheel
and it takes four hands
yr my worm
i wanted to know who you are
so i gave you permission and i sold you
my car
armies marching in the night while we are
toughing out the trivium
the liberal arts
yr my worm go and wriggle in the soil
you don't have to be afraid of anyone
but you are eating every hour
and if yr so fucking smart
how come you wriggle
when you really ought to run?
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7. |
heroes
01:46
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never meet yr heroes
heroes don't have eyes
they don't have breath
they don't surprise you with cold hands
and the sound of empty air
never meet yr heroes
yr heroes won't be there
i was lying wide awake at three o'clock
i'd dreamt a world of peers and cheers
and huge applause
but i'm no cause
i'm no solution
dissolution of my panic
cool calm
and i can breathe
never meet yr heroes
heroes don't do good or glow
the way you thought they would
and it isn't fair
never meet yr heores
both of you might be scared
i said you can't hate everyone
yeah you gotta stop shoveling
the tunnel of whatever they said
and worry wrong
it's just a song
there's no solution
the ablutions of the frantic
blurry blue
like you can't breathe
never meet yr heroes
yr heroes will not care
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mason jar
02:33
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we drank from the mason jar
you were friendly
and how does it go:
you go too far
big ideas from the head of zeus
lip full of lightning and a burning truth
that I gotta get out until it's morning
and you're brilliant
and there's practically no sound
we drank from
the mason jar
in the freaking dark
and I had to go:
you go with me
bringing lightning to the interview
how can I help you
when I'm always fighting
and I got get out
before it's morning
but you're too brilliant
and I'm wired to astound
we drank from the mason jar
how do you know you're good
if you're never bad:
you don't you don't you don't
if you don't fuck things up
how do you know what's right:
you can't you can't you can't
who are we now?
it's not important
here's how it goes:
you make mistakes
some of them crawl and ever follow you
and a headache runs it's course in a day
you were brilliant
it was nothing
that's why it won't go away
i remember the empty
more than what I did today
a jar will hold a flood
when there's nothing to say
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9. |
really
01:31
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i don't care if yr not on my side
i don't care if yr somebody's life
i've learned not to expect integrity from anyone
i don't care if yr the first in line
i don't care if you snatch up what's mine
i've learned not to expect civility from anyone
i don't care if yr the size of Rome
i don't care if yr a living poem
i've learned not to expect humility from anyone
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10. |
an escape
01:59
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relearning how to hurt
as we're turning into dirt
come to where i am
i'll be here til you do
i decided early on
that when you leave
i'm leaving too
draw us up a plan
as intricate as you can
i'll open the window
throw our clothes on the grass
and say goodbye world of cotton
hello loving land of glass
call you in the morning
when the black is turning blue
i'll say hey you wanna go now
you'll say fuck yes I do
it's impossible for one
but the odds are good
for two
tearing time apart
we had to start somewhere
come to where i am
i'll be here til you do
i decided early on that
where i go
i go with you
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