1. |
Donkey Show
03:10
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I walk the beach, I walk the Strand
Over the night, over the dam
Head rotating, looking for a season
To turn a desert into ivy around him
Everyday, everyday the sun turns slowly over me
Across my face, across my hands
Under my nails glowing like porcelain
And through the window reaching
I feel the morning hesitate toward me
Everyday, everyday the sun turns slowly over me
Yes, yes, yes - Heaven can’t erase the blackness from my heart
Yes, yes, yes - even if only as an exercise of genre
Let the efforts be absorbed
Like when a knife is swallowed cutting water
And if it hurts, I'll let him murder my dull mind
If it puts me in his eye
Oh, you know, if you don’t have an approach
That doesn’t mean I won’t show you
All night, me and my wretched device
Yes, yes, yes - Heaven can’t clear the salt that burns my lungs
Yes, yes, yes - even as a joke I bet God felt that one in him
Let the efforts be absorbed there
Like when a knife is swallowed cutting water
Through me like a ghost
Overwhelming my motivation
I can't help myself anymore
Oh, you don’t have to try to be gentle
Do it the way you feel right now
I know it's hard
I feel you rise to the occasion
In the black light you know
I'm shining for you here
All night, me and my wretched device
(Operator?)
All night, me and my wretched device
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I want this life, I want this life, I want this life
I want this life, I want this life, I want this life
I want this life, I want this life, I want this life
I want this life, I want this life, I want this life
I want this
Delicious to forget this blood
Plated and cut to forget this blood, oh yes
Delicious, and everything gushing
Ripe and crimson
Don the mirrored halls
Wearing cuffs with insignias gleaming
With a body count higher than a mosquito
Come pluck me out, come pluck me out
Come pluck me out, apple to mouth
Come pluck me out, come pluck me out
Make me blushed and brilliant
Everything is searing through my veins now
Frothed milk, honey butter in my
Fortified cherry reduction
Over cakes, après-dîner
Cheers to engraved, heirloom, crystalline stemware
With a body count higher than a mosquito
Doric colonnades leading up the drive
Staring down the verdigris covered faces of the divine
And through the silence cutting
"No more dreaming, no more dreaming..."
I'll take it
With a body count higher than a mosquito
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Sightlines passing Gates
They’re incoming then fade
I’m pressed against the glass
As close as I can take
And the colors are smeared
Turning breath into frost
As the ground falls in
To a pillar of smoke
At the crossing guard’s relay
There’s no hands left to take
So grab me by the teeth
And whisper it to me, yeah, keep saying
You don’t you don’t you don’t you don’t
Have to submit submit submit submit yourself to it
Linen, wire, cloth, steel
Release it all
And go back to running from it
Through the rain, steam, and speed
Pull the weight from under me
And the shadow I throw
Strobing against the wall
Boy, what’s wrong with you?
Go ahead and grind me into a pearl!
At the crossing guard’s relay
There’s no hands left to take
So grab me by the teeth
And whisper it to me, keep saying
You don’t you don’t you don’t you don’t
Have to submit submit submit submit yourself to it
Linen, wire, cloth, steel
Release it all, yeah
And let it get away from me now
Like Germanotta, Stefani
Pull the weight from under me
Like Germanotta, Stefani
Pull the weight from under me, and
Cross
Then hand it over
And cross
Then hand it over
Now cross
From passenger, to passenger, to passenger...
To this guy, and this guy, and this guy...
Okay, now cross
It feels like oh it feels like oh it feels like…
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4. |
Slate
03:23
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Like pressure, and it’s bleeding over
Like pressure, and it’s bleeding over
There’s something about when we embrace
Like throwing a voice into a well
And how deep my love goes
I’m still waiting for an echo here, but I know
When I walk, it’s your way
When I breathe, it’s your name
When I crave, it’s your hands
When I dream, it’s your face
And then it sunk into my head
When it’s enough is more than I’d admit
And then it’s bleeding over
Onto my jaw
Onto my neck
Pours out of my hands
There’s something about the grip on me
Leaning like wind through trees
Gestured toward me singing
To throw my eyes to the drift, and I go
When I walk, it’s your way
When I breathe, it’s your name
When I crave, it’s your hands
When I dream, it’s your face
When I come upon myself meeting
Eye to eye to eye to, I do, I belong to him
And then it’s bleeding over
Onto my jaw
Onto my neck
Onto the floor
It pours out of my hands
It seeps into the grass
It’s running through the drains
It’s swallowing the sun
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
Meeting eye to eye to eye to eye to eye
We drag our hands through the chalk
Meeting eye to eye to eye to eye to eye
We drag our hands over the slate
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5. |
Divers
04:00
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Fall into flight
Tremors shouldering ground
Head cups the rock
Places ear to the shell
I seem to find it, but not within myself
I seem to find it, but not within myself
Braiding our arms
In the tall grass
Like laying in a palm
Held where clouds bend to breath
I seem to find it, but not within myself
I seem to find it, but not within myself
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6. |
Amaranth
03:37
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Amaranth
Opening
Through the fog
Slow focusing
I’m holding for a siren warning
Holding for a spotlight searching
Holding for a promise to stay
Holding holding holding
I stay holding for it
I remember pacing blank ground
I remember thorns shredding my palms
I want to see the petals stagger onto me
See my body carried splintering
And I remember scorching it all
Amaranth
Opening
Through the noise
Scarlet beckoning
Following an afterglow to
Following parades of ashes to
Following red embers leading
To flames to flames to flames
To flames to flames when
I remember pacing blank ground
I remember thorns shredding my palms
And I remember scorching it all
I remember scorching it all
I want to see the surface of the water bend
See it cave in diving over me
Bring a steady pour of hours to
Clear the moss from days dissolving and
See the petals stagger onto me
See my body carried splintered and
High, high enough for scattering
Amaranth
Crawling to it
Amaranth
Crawling to it, to it, to it, to it, to it
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7. |
Pure Mode
03:07
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Bloodlines like channelling for prey
Lose sight and pupils dilate
My hooked eye pulled up until the line breaks
No light in a pit lost quarrying for day
I peel the wall wrapped around my fist
I trace the marks bite down on my lips
A throb bright red pours through my eyelids
I tug at threads, getting frayed but I’m lucid
Oh bitch I might
Enter into my pure mode
Oh saints I might
Enter into my pure mode
Outrun the wake, ankle-deep in wastewater
Head on, caught me like a moth, ricocheting
Can’t work this clay into shape
Embodying ouija strength
Nero leaks through my teeth
Graves unrelenting
I peel the wall wrapped around my fist
I trace the marks bite down on my lips
A throb bright red pours through my eyelids
My head sun-drenched, growing out of phase, but I’m lucid
Oh bitch I might
Enter into my pure mode
Oh saints I might
Enter into my pure mode
Enter into my pure mode
Penetrating this, oh!
I don’t mean to scare you but I can’t talk right now
I don’t mean to scare you but I can’t talk right now
I don’t mean to scare you but I can’t talk right now
I don’t mean to scare you but I can’t talk right now
I will tear you apart
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8. |
Maria
03:26
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Skin barely, but it’s taut and carried
Through starless sky to blackest ground
Changing states in a seamless gradient
Hearing in the way I speak to you how far I went
To be alone here, and still, pressing hands
Nothing left to reach with, yet it’s closeness
Like seeing an old friend when he
Holds me with eyes that sing
I am not the man for him
Holds me with eyes that sing
I am not the man for him
I collect the dew falling from his chest
I collect all the thorns wrapped around his quietness
I wish he would remove the blade from my neck
I know he waits for me to do it myself when he
Holds me with eyes that sing
I am not the man for him
Holds me with eyes that sing
I am not the man for him
And there has never been a sharper object
Than the dawn when it’s unraveling over my skin
And the waiting when I’m tracing the shadow of his arm on me
When I feel the weight growing under him
He holds me with eyes that sing
I am not the man for him
Holds me with eyes that sing
I am not the man for him
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9. |
Sleepless
05:49
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We’re on the skyline drive, and your eyes are closed
I can hear your heart over the sound of the road
And the cicadas’ song under your exhales
And your breath dissolves in the violet air
And sleepless
I’m waiting for
A turning that
I’ve seen before
Drawing our net across the bottom of the lake
Pulling the bodies out, dragged to the pavement
And the fabric of the night unfolds
Like a camera where the view explodes
And our mouths spill, full of metal
And sleepless
I’m waiting for
A turning that
I’ve seen before
Blush rolled on the windowpane
And dried in the concrete
A coarse light in your eye cuts
Through your arms folded like pleats
The light hung in pieces, as flesh
Caught torn with jagged edges
And sleepless
I’m waiting for
The turning that
I answer for
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10. |
Sun In
03:24
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The city put itself together
Today I went so far across it
Passing through the places we went
I followed them to the river’s edge
Colors held there overlong
Rusted over signs we painted
I turn to submit the record
I can get back now from two years ago
I can get back now from two years ago
I can get back now from two years ago
Lying on our backs, your head on my chest
Finally alone on the hillside
Silent but the sound of our breaths falling
Like petals accumulating, and
The surface of the water crushed
Like silk in my hand, the sky is shaking out
The stains I left, and it’s
So bright with the sun in my eyes
So bright with the sun in my eyes
So bright with the sun in my eyes
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