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Tylenol
02:55
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No bad days, give me tylenol
I prefer to pretend
Poolside recital hall
I don’t need to go through this again
You feel good in a bathing suit
You say, “I’m so blue, I always forget to eat lunch”
Break-ups shrink you, although
You grow heavier with sorrow
Oh, wind me in I’m drifting
I get low with the promise of lifting
Conversation
I’m half awake on the pullout couch
Haven’t brushed my teeth
Same time tomorrow at the kitchen window
Peeling an orange feels like a treat
We need malaise, no tylenol
It’s powerful to know your dark devotion
If you’re gonna go down
Find the deepest well and scour the bottom
Oh, wind me in I’m drifting
I get low with the promise of lifting
Crest and trough
Get high and cough
Baby in a crib
Young adult in a loft
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Every time I catch the flu
I dream of how many pounds I might lose
Shallow navel, thick chagrin
Oh, I’m so impressed my appetite hasn’t kicked in
Body becomes a fleshy burden
I am pining for the woman unafraid to ripen
Doing push-ups on my knees
As I digress from corporeal honesty
I feel too much / not enough
Safety in self love
Vanity has stamina
If I’m to have the king’s baby
I gotta feed the fire of fertility
But even with a belly full of lovin’
He still complains about the size of my oven!
I feel too much / not enough
Safety in self love
Vanity has stamina
The influence is clear
Subtleties abound in a two-faced mirror
I feel too much / not enough
Safety in self love
Vanity has stamina
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Jukebox Cutie
03:14
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Play it cool and on time
In the gallery light
Onstage with your crush
Kick it outside in the rain
Clutching our instruments
He says that you sing
And when you do are you an alto?
Do you dance or stare?
Do you see him or what?
One more face I might forget
In the crowd with cigarettes—
Why ask for so much?
Oh, jukebox cutie hanging around
Silver necklace in her mouth
Thinking on what song might come next
“Choose a classic”, she requests
With an opening act like that
is the stage set,
The action, a script?
I’d be untrue if I sung to you
At all of cruel love
Of conquest with time
But I remember leaning near in a window
Pilsner and clove
The party had thinned
Celebrating someone that we both loved
And getting close
To that song we’d both know
Oh, jukebox cutie playing around
Silver necklace hanging down
Thinking on what song might come next;
What’s your favorite? What’s the best?
Jukebox cutie I’m seeing now
Laughing cross-legged on her couch
I’m thinking on that song:
Who am I to refuse a friend?
The no-sound of record needle descending
Who am I to them in the end,
if not a special friend, someone to sing with?
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Speak Easy
02:54
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Baby I’d tell you how I’m feeling
But expression has its bounds
Oh look, you’re painting again
Are you the canvas, oil, easel—
Brush soaked in blue?
Speak easy / speak freely / speak to me
Of anything worth sharing
Cry as you comb knots from my hair
How can I show you I care?
I made up my mind
To change up my look
Soft spoken, yet
Covered in cues
Say what
You've been meaning to
Take it from my dewy iris
Faint blush of light from me to you
Speak easy / speak freely / speak to me
Of anything worth sharing
Cry as you comb knots from my hair
How can I show you I care?
I made up my mind
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Saltwater
03:42
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My schedule is empty
It’s clouding my vision
Take the train without payment
Where I read novels and nod off a bit
In fiction like quick dreams
The surreal can be ugly
A shadow you recognize
Metaphor, plot device
I wake up to the station lights
Visions of wasted days
Saltwater baptized
Confide and sunbathe
Sun cuts your raw face
A spoonful of honey
A warm shrine of sleep
I nurse my tobacco
I cough into my sheets
Jesus won’t save you
He ain’t a physician
Just make time for dancing
Listen to Otis in the kitchen
I recycle the trash in my mind
Visions of wasted days
Saltwater baptized
Confide and sunbathe
Sun cuts your raw face
Birds on a wire
The bells dripping through
A repetitive prayer:
May I have nothing to do
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When I'm Naked
04:12
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I have the freedom to make my own decisions
That don’t mean I, don’t mean I have permission
To use everybody as a step
Climbing to the ambiguous dream of casual sex
Does it do you right?
Casual sex
Does it do you wrong?
When I’m naked I feel valuable
I do what I want
My body is under my command
If I feel naughty, I might decide to lie under a man
Seduction is so easy, but pleasure’s never perfect
I don’t feel unholy, but I’m getting dressed
It didn’t do me right
I’m getting dressed
I’m going home for the night
When I’m naked I feel vulnerable
I don’t know what I like
This illusion don’t live up to its name
I am confused and overwhelmed at the extent of my parade
I go to a show, I say the music is enough
But I know that my reasons are a little more corrupt
Want you to do me right
I’ve had enough
Take me home for the night
When I’m naked I am malleable
Where is the line?
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Wells
02:06
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Enter there
Sightline descending downstairs
Into a dream, in gray and white
Two coy fish below swim orange in the splayed moonlight
I was perched near that small wonder
Who knows what was on my mind
Each day, hardly the same
Still, something consistent refrains
It’s a joy and it’s strange
Dawn
Colour
Under water
In visons
See you later
Yes, I know I’m blessed
But still it’s something to realize
When black water wells up in me
My joy, I can’t recognize
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8. |
Nectarine
03:24
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Bite into a nectarine
Juicy magazine
Spreading hesitation
Thinking out of a factory
Satisfy me quickly
I have no time to mourn
Void, concise apologies in paradise
Limping to the lap of temptation
My hands are plastic
Tactile Disaster
Clouds crack
Oh, look out the window
Bliss verges on boredom
As ignorance regulates the reckless
The night sucks in light
Deep down earthy dark human
My hands are plastic
Tactile Disaster
Clouds crack
Oh, look out the window
look out the window
Nectarine pulp stuck in my teeth
Do I spit the seeds?
Or swallow and let go?
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Armour
04:31
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What keeps me on my knees,
Formless?
Gives me the strength I need
Conform me to it
When I take my jacket off
Formless
What do I still have on?
Conform me to it
Armour of arrogance
There again
Armour of arrogance
Wearing thin
What keeps me on my knees,
Formless?
Gives me the strength I need
Conform me to it
When I take my jacket off
Formless
What do I still have on?
Conform me to it
Armour of arrogance
There again
Armour of arrogance
Wearing thin
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Attention
04:05
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I will entertain, but I fail to connect
I’m a representative of pseudo-confidence
I exaggerate a very small part of me
My verbal discomfort forces me to agree
I’m down on my knees
I’m down on my knees
Attention whore
I beg for more
Oh, I’m famished
Attention whore
A connoisseur
Feed me, or I’ll vanish
I perform to impress
Pathetic need, aesthetic greed
I’m motivated cosmetically
Turn me into a hair-dryer
I’ll blow you away
Spinning sticky webs to catch all of my praise
My mama said: I’m not Madonna
But mama, I wanna
I wanna be in the middle
So loose and so brittle
Oh, I’m famished
Attention whore
Room Decor
Feed me or I’ll vanish
I’ll vanish, I’ll vanish
I’ll disappear in a panic
I’ll vanish, I’ll vanish
I’ll disappear in a panic
Attention whore
A wild bore
I don’t think I can manage
Attention whore
I beg for more
Feed me or I’ll vanish
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