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goddamn it's so very hot
supposed to come a rain but it's not oh yeah here come the painbirds oh yeah here come the painbirds spiral down those hateful dears between our skins and burning spheres oh yeah here come the painbirds oh yeah here come the painbirds goddamn it's so very hot/spiral down those hateful dears supposed to come a rain but it's not/between our skins and burning spheres oh yeah here come the painbirds oh yeah here come the painbirds oh yeah here come the painbirds oh yeah |
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blanket me sweet nurse
and keep me from burnin' I must get back to the woods dear girls I must get back to the woods in the bloody elevator rising for their first cup of tea of the day when does sky turn into space and air into wind? the only things I really need is water, a gun, and rabbits let me rest my fevered cheek upon your warm sweet bellies in the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now come on boys please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs and moss on my back |
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if I could just keep my stupid mind together
then my thoughts would cross the land for you to see no one sees you on a vampire planet no one sees you like I do seconds click in which I'm changed to dust whithered roots of knots and hairy rust no one sees you on a vampire planet no one sees you like I do I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes goodbyes the night comes crawling in on all fours sucking up my dreams through the floor I'm so sick I'm so sick of goodbyes I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so sick, so sick, so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so, I'm so sick |
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my bones wish to escape
and run along an alien expanse to collapse from the heat in a cartoonish heap to sleep oh to sleep |
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I opened my eyes
and watched the sunshine it had been out all night to relax and unwind there will come a time gigantic waves will crush the junk that I have saved when the moon explodes or floats away I'll lose the souvenirs I made la la la I lay down on the grass and let the insects do their thing she covered me with wings and held my head and said 'poor thing' there will come a time gigantic waves will crush the junk that I have saved when the moon explodes or floats away I'll lose the souvenirs I saved la la la |
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hey Joe
c'mon Joe don't make that sad song any sadder than it already is hey Jack get back get yourself together c'mon c'mon I know you're thinking about your nervous laugh I know exactly what you're thinking of hey Sid no matter what you did it can work out work out no matter how you feel right now hey George do your chores don't feel sore I know it's a lot more than just being poor there's a heaven and there's a star for you there's a heaven and there's a star for you there's a heaven and there's a star for you there's a star for you there's a star for you there's a star for you - |
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why don't you sing me that
pretty lullaby then when you're singing great pack it all up I wanna new face right now and I want it bad I wanna new body that's strong I'm a butchered cow I wanna try and fly I wanna try and die I wanna be a pig I wanna fuck a car I wanna new face right now and I want it bad I wanna new body that's strong I'm a butchered cow I wanna be a stupid and shallow mutherfucker now I wanna be a tough skinned bitch but I don't know how I wanna be a shiny new baby with a spongy brain I wanna be a horse fill of fire what will never reign |
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well I'll bet my Maria's got an elbow full of lonely
now here's a little prayer so that she might get some sleep don't let her face be skinned by the sun today don't let it in when it comes knocking at your door loneliness loneliness loneliness oh oh sometimes you feel you've got the emptiest arms in the whole world try to make sense but it always comes out absurd sleeping horses keep eating up your flowers don't let 'em in when it comes kicking at your door loneliness loneliness loneliness oh came kicking at my door she said 'I've really come to hate my body and all the things that it requires in this world' I bet you're out there getting drunk with all your friends and it'll get you in the bathroom of a Texaco loneliness loneliness loneliness oh came kicking at my door |
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it's crawling
still all in befallen cruel sun in summer oh slumber my number is up there's peaches in reaches with leeches at heart i'm thinkin' and blinkin' it's stingin' mine eyes abhorring he's gorging still boring on me it's lighter it's brighter no fighter is I it's dried up and tied up and fried up mine eyes it's crawling still all in befallen cruel sun |
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shining motorcycle
through the trees we rifle we're gonna drive all night home we're gonna drive all night home down to West Virginia like the blood within ya we're gonna drive all night home we're gonna drive all night home shining motorcycle all her worries stifled we're gonna drive all night home we're gonna drive all night home this ought to hold her now this ought to hold her now this ought to hold her now this ought to hold her now |
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he don't get out much
these days but I wouldn't call him lazy he sees the dawn sneak into the room and knows the dogs will be up soon and we thought that he was doing alright as the sun chased down another night and days carreen like the waters of a river rushing to the sea here she comes again down the staircase she never passes without saying hello and we thought that he was doing alright and she says hello I can't forget the ghost I can't forget the ghost I can't forget the ghost of his smile dogs will wag their tails and birds will sing hell it's hard world for little things and we thought that he was doing alright I can't forget the ghost I can't forget the ghost I can't forget the ghost of his smile |
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every hair on your head is counted
you are worth hundreds of sparrows the tree you planted has become fecund with kamikaze hummingbirds wings of hundreds of beats per second of people whose wings are just a blur afraid our eyes might become impaled by their sharp and tiny beaks I'm so sorry my spirit's rarely in my body it wanders through the dry country looking for a good place to rest your head upon my chest and I can feel the pillow of your breast you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
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my bones wish to escape
and run along an alien expanse to collapse from the heat in a cartoonish heap to sleep oh to sleep |
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a beautiful woman she rose
from the smokin' waters of the lake with a candle that burned in each palm my teeth each sank gently to the floor bring me some luck little junebug your cousins they're gods to the seas the march afternoons the sun and the moon before I fall asleep a white blood of wolves must be drained and that sorry captain howdy scatters my bones for the lambs bring me some luck little junebug your cousins they're gods to the seas the march afternoons the sun and the moon |
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