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Weather Report
04:44
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I heard the news and it's not good. I've read the weather report, said it's pouring forever. But I looked outside and I saw you sticking your tongue out and drinking from those clouds above you. Fluctuat nec mergitur. Fluctuat nec. Everything's gone so wrong. They say, "The air makes you sick, don't stay out there for too long." But then, there you are outside. You don't seem to mind how the pesticides sit in your lungs. Then you turned to me and you smiled and motioned for me to come play for a while. But I hid away as I dreamt of a day that I'd join you. Fluctuat nec mergitur. Fluctuat nec. I heard the news. And it's not good. They say, "The monsters are loose and the city's on fire." But seeing you dance in the smoke. Waving your arms like a beautiful idiot makes me believe in the hopes of the day I'd join you. And while I shook at the door you ran towards the ocean to go for a swim. And I saw the look in your eyes as the tide came to take you. You loved it. You loved it.
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A Message
05:13
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How do I make a sound worth the breath? One that may leave my mouth with purpose. And so now how do I make you understand through words something that never truly could be heard? How do I make it so my voice may grow arms to hold, a message to reach your ears with purpose? And so now how do I make you understand through words something that never truly could be heard? How do I turn my tongue into a brush? One I could use to paint a portrait of my fear and love. I'd color it red with blood, then dry my lips and wash my lungs. Then finally show you some piece of me.
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I Saw Red
03:24
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I saw red for the first time. And it soon became the only color that I seemed to recognize. But I had to say goodbye - nice to know you. Goodbye - hope to see you soon. Then I turned blue when I left her. I was only passing through for the day. Then I had to go away. Will I ever see that color? Goodbye - nice to know you. Goodbye - hope to see you soon. Then I turned white when I found that this certain shade that I used to see as grey would fade. Goodbye - nice to know you. Goodbye - hope to see you soon. Goodbye - nice to know you. Bye - hope to see you soon. Goodbye.
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Get Out Stay Out
06:33
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You were not invited, I don't know how you got in. There's a reason why that door's not open. But you stumble in like it's a place you've been before. I don't care you weren't aware that I was home. Get out. Stay out. Sheepskin, you're a wolf wrapped in sheepskin.
Just 'cause I'm not resisting doesn't make it right. And I would call for help, but we both know I live alone. I chased off all my neighbors. Get out. Stay out. Disappear, how do I make you disappear? There is nothing to take here, nothing you would want. Burglar, get your feet off the furniture. Swear I won't tell a soul that I know who you are. Get out. Stay out.
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No Parachutes
04:35
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Let’s build a plane out of styrofoam and cellophane and whatever’s left behind the shed. Let’s cut across the Atlantic where we’ll both live off of strange love with strangers. Packed to the roof with our plastic guns and hiking boots and we’ve left no room for parachutes. This gasoline is enough to only get us to strange love with strangers. God save us from this love. Let’s build a plane out of styrofoam and cellophane and the scraps our parents threw away. Let’s cut across the Atlantic where we’ll both live off of strange love with strangers. There’s nothing here to keep me from this strange love of danger, and if this plane goes down then we all go down. And then we all go down. Love. No parachutes. So, let’s get this right (See you on the other side) If we get this right (See you on the other side) Or if we all go down (See you on the other side) If we get this right (See you on the other side). Or if we drown I’ll see you on the other side. I’ll see you on the other side.
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6. |
Sonnet For Silence
01:42
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She loves me so, but not enough to let me go. And I caress her face, empty of the notion. Maybe I'm to blame for all the fragile things I break. Smile and dream at day. Then piss away what's left of the night. Rehearse, recite.
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Funeral
03:04
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Holding up her glass. Gazing through the chardonnay she says, "Here's to lovers passed. This one, he was taken far too soon." Smiling in the casket as if I could hear it. "Oh, he’s the only one, the only one for me." I would kill to be a ghost. I would kill to be a ghost in the comfort of my own funeral. "Always so compassionate. Oh, a true humanitarian," cries the weeping president, while accompanied by violin. Then as they lay me down to rest, release the doves and fire off the cannon. I would kill to be a ghost. I would kill to be a ghost in the comfort of my own funeral. Oh, to see the final show. Watch the final curtains close in the comfort of my own funeral. ("He's the only one, the only one for me").
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Roma White
04:54
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You'll hurt yourself trying to smile. When there's still the taste of lament in your mouth. You'll twist a nerve just from the motion, It's an act we don't have to do. I can sit and just be here and not have to be so terribly scared of silent air. Just a body in the room. The silence is scary, but it's a joke compared to talking to yourself. I'll sit and just be here, and when the dread finally shifts, just enough for you to feel it's safe to talk again, I'll be an empty vase for you to pour yourself in. Or I'll sit and just be here and not have to be so terribly scared of silent air. Just a body in the room, the silence is scary, but it's a joke compared to talking to yourself. I'll sit and just be here. I can sit and just be here, and not have to be so terribly scared of silent air. And if all you'd like is a body in the room. The silence is scary, but it's a joke compared to talking to yourself. I'm empty whenever you're ready. Whenever, if ever. If you feel like you may want to let me in. Whenever, if ever.
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9. |
Being Human Is Weird
04:12
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A hot breath on the back of my neck by someone pushing his way to the bar. And to my left, somebody's father is pressing right up against someone's daughter with shark eyes. And I... I'm over it. And now I... I'm over it. And now I'm smoking too much, it's the only excuse. I have to get away from filling my black lungs with cheap perfume. And I... I'm over it. And now I... I'm over it. And now everybody's talking but no one's saying a damn thing. Just taking turns reciting something absurd that they heard once. The things that I would do just to get inside of some woman's blurred view. And all the things that I would do to get out once I actually do. And I... I'm over it. And now I... I'm over it. I'll buy a drink for a stranger. She's been giving me eyes all night. Maybe give her an empty line.
Now I'm part of it. I'm part of it. (And now everybody's talking but no one's saying a damn thing). I'm part of it. (Just taking turns reciting something absurd that they heard once). Now I'm part of it. (The things that I would do just to get inside of some woman's blurred view). I'm part of it. (And all the things that I would do to get out).
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10. |
Jumble Gem
04:22
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So long. I've had a good run at this. Lucky to have known a smile and the warmth of someone’s kindness. Oh, so long. Lucky to have known you so long. But it's just not, not enough. This night is getting too long. That dawn is coming for me and what is left for me to feel that would feel new and what is left. That swan is coming for me and what is left for me. So long. Lucky to have been around so long. Felt the warmth of someone's kindness. Luckier than most, but it’s just not, not enough. This night is getting too long. That dawn is coming for me and what is left. For me to feel that would feel new. It's coming. It's coming for me. And what is left.
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Didn't I
03:44
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Didn't I know you once before? Back in a former life, were you not who I most adored? And wasn't I everything to you? Before we knew everything is always only passing through? But now I don't even know your name. It shouldn't be so easy for names in the sand to wash in the sea. But didn't I know? Didn't I know you once before? You had a wedding on the beach, and it looked beautiful, like something from a magazine. And now he is everything to you. You were a dream to me but now you're someone's dream come true.
Someone who's given you his name. It shouldn't be so easy for names in the sand to wash in the sea. But didn't I know? Didn't I know?
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Goodnight
06:37
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While you're laying waiting for morning, can you hear them? The universe speaking. "Goodnight. Sleep tight. Little light of mine." Goodnight starlight. Goodnight moon and black sky. Sweet dreams black sea. I'll see you soon universe.
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