1. |
Predictable Shove
03:33
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i spent weeks, maybe months at this pace
and it all fell away
i spend half of my time on the stage i built in my brain
to get breathless and angry; abjectly insane
until it all falls away
what if all my time is in vain?
should i feel raw, and "thanks anyway"?
by miracle, in strides, i can see how it was:
a predictable shove toward lost kinds of love,
forgotten and shrugged
i guess salt to cut to my taste
and a blackened sort of square to cover my face
now both sides--perspective and loss--selfish, opaque
and that's where i stay
what a deplorable state, to just give it away
onto the next; see you someday
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2. |
MRDR U
04:06
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baby, i let it out, i've settled down
so stretch out your arms, wrap your little fingers 'round
heather didn't slow me down, i drew it out
and if she were around, well, i'd probably tell her now
and i don't feel afraid
i called it a waste
i thought i would murder you
told you i'm doing fine, but i lost my mind repeating my lines, now i'm stuck, i can't rewind
when i could laugh all day, everything you say, like:
"oh my god, just to feel this way again!"
i don't feel the change
all of us at once, the same refrain:
i thought i would murder you
now i know i've got nowhere to go
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3. |
Julien
03:17
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oh my god, i thought i left you there
with nothing in your lungs, smoke on your hair
and i dreamt of closeness every time
you're right, you're right, it's fine
i don't know why i mind
i know it's just a room
and i get to leave this one with you
until now i wasn't old at all
but suddenly, i'm empty, spilled, embalmed
and i settle in, i fall asleep beneath your crooked feet
i pull you down to me
where i just spread across the dirt
and you cover me with earth
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4. |
Devotions
04:13
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for sister louise, pressed into blue jeans at the sea
she waves to me
sister leone aubois d'ashby, hate the heat, the fever dreams
boo! grass of summer, buzzing tendrils i felt from pain
persistent rain
abject, insane
for weaker spirits, circeto's mirrors evening red
fat and fed
i have been faithful, my choices tasteful, shouting prayer
this felt unfair
so i didn't ask you
i was sure you'd assume my needs
know my grief
feel my reach
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5. |
Slowed My Heart
02:24
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thank god you left
if you saw this mess, i'd hate myself
you said, "if you ain't got no pulse, well then you're dead"
i know you've grown accustomed to suffering, it's not a joke
and you've enacted protocol to deal with it, it's how you cope
and i'm down at the reservoir, i'm tired now, you slowed my heart
you slowed my heart
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6. |
Catalina Fight Song
01:36
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