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Pearl
05:42
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Grandpa Aaron prophesied
The year the messengers would arrive
In living ships
That burn next to the sky
Home from school
I’m on suspension
For selling all my Ritalin
Mare makes eggs
Then she gets down to business
By 3 she’s comatose
Dark den
Snowy television
So I’m learning “Cherub Rock”
On an ex’s electric guitar
A flat affect
But I really care
I see some far-out shit that isn’t there
It’s in our blood
And our dust-colored hair
Mare’s been toast since ‘84
She lost some friends
Then she lost some more
She sent letters and Violent Femmes to John Hinckley
When she had me she was 39
A pickled Pearl, but I was pretty much fine
When the future’s written
You just kinda have to resign to it
Any day
We’ll escape from our heads
From the chain of consequences
And ascend
Mama, I can’t leave you here in hell
Anywhere I go I’m still myself
I’m a tunnel caving in
And a goddamn great American
Any Day
We’ll escape from our heads
From the chain of consequences
And recall everything forgotten
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Erlking
03:38
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Those twenty kids
Should be visiting colleges
And kissing in dim finished basements
Erlking
Stowed away on wooden ships
In the nightmares of the Calvinists
It waited
Masks shattered
Scorched lawns
The end times end
We all sing along
One short verse
Thirteen bars
The force of fifty collapsing stars
I hear it
That thrum
Of inconceivable instruments
We’re well and truly fucked, my dear
The blank billboards still all lit up
Like windows to the tenth dimension
There is something
So much worse than the fear of fear
Glimpsed in a dented metal restroom mirror
Then forgotten
Black forests
Small graves
It could have been any other way
That debt’s due
Take on more
We’ll still retire to golden shores
He’s our man
Don’t ask why
Forget who he molests
He’s a hell of a guy
The kind you wanna crack a frosty beverage with
Neck in the back of his big car
That locket’s a portal
To an alien graveyard
And a barely-throttled sob
Masks shattered
Scorched lawns
The end times end
We all sing along
One short verse
Thirteen bars
The force of fifty collapsing stars
I hear it
That thrum
Of inconceivable instruments
No shelter
No shade
It could have been any other way
And it’s a little late to be afraid
It’s a little late
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David
05:11
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4. |
Dustine
06:09
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Syd
03:25
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6. |
Bootsie
07:09
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7. |
FLA
04:47
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8. |
Lamb
05:13
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9. |
Cool S
12:47
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