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the other side (of you)
03:05
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you were talking with a tongue of sand
I was looking at a different man
you were pushing me to tell you more
I was looking for a way out the door
don't you take me home tongiht
I don't wanna see the other side... of you
you weren't thinking with your head on straight
I was thinking it was too damn late
you were asking me to dive right in
you were getting underneath my skin
don't you take me home tonight
I don't wanna see the other side... of you
you were slipping in the worst of ways
I was thinking about better days
you were tripping on solid ground
I was hoping you would just fall down
don't you take me home tonight
I don't wanna see the other side... of you
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want not
03:22
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waste not want not
I think I missed your show and tell
but your fury does embellish well
to all your rabid friends in hell
waste some want some
you sure look like you're doing well
you won the prize, you rang the bell
x marks the spot where the devil fell
and it just happened to be on my front door
a couple broken wings and a back that's sore
and it's a little too late for me to cushion the floor
but it's the perfect time to stop keeping score
waste not want not
I draw the line as you draw near
count back from ten and you're still here
I feel so fucking insincere
waste some want some
you wear that halo on your sleeve
and tell everyone you got it free of charge
I wonder who you'll grow up to be
cuz you just happened to be on my front door
a couple broken wings and a back that's sore
and it's a little too late for me to cushion the floor
but it's the perfect time to stop keeping score
waste not want not
waste some want some
I want some
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cosmic sailor
02:47
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I got lost in utero
a cosmic sailor left to float
as the river's rise to a siren song
I hold my breath where I don't belong
get off that cross you sorry dog
you gave me nothing, took my love
you rake my heart across the fire
twisted my words, killed my desire
they push me in at the river's edge
let the current pull me back to bed
they hold me under deep blue sea
then lick my wounds in ecstasy
get off that cross you sorry dog
you gave me nothing, took my love
you rake my heart across the fire
twisted my words, killed my desire
maybe you could find another sailor sailing tonight.
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hey friend
01:41
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hey friend I know you have a sister
but your sister doesn't have a single friend
no one to talk down to until the bitter end
hey sister you know my brother
he's fallen down a rabbit hole
questioning the silver lining and all that's paved with gold
hey brother I know your sister
but she ain't no friend of mine
smoking my last cigarette and drinking all my wine
my friend he's not like the others
he's never been the best
he says I should call my mother just to get it off my chest
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oh to be with you and in love
(replace the o with i and spell it backwards)
oh if things were different that'd be enough
(and sate your soul with lies when I want answers)
oh then you're lying on your back, then your side
and your pilot light is a gas light
oh then I'm crying cuz you can't stop lying
and I'm trying to control it but I can't, right?
oh you've been talking with your mouth shut tight
but you're fucked and you know it cuz you see it in my eyes
oh but you're walking with your hands all tied
and you're stuck in the rut of the good fight
oh to be rescued in the nick of time
(reduce your pace and face the truth and chance it)
I'll just keep believing you were mine
(forget the pain and I go blind to circumstances)
oh then you're lying on your back, then your side
and your pilot light is a gas light
oh then I'm crying cuz you can't stop lying
and I'm trying to control it but I can't, right?
oh you've been talking with your mouth shut tight
but you're fucked and you know it cuz you see it in my eyes
oh but you're walking with your hands all tied
and you're stuck in the rut of the good fight
stuck in the rut of the good fight baby and you can't get out
and you don't want anything from me
you don't want anything
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6. |
Nevada's garden
02:45
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Nevada plays jazz in the streets at midnight
counting his lucky stars
looking through a lens from his cannabis height
feeling like he's playing on mars
Nevada tips his hat like dark molasses
pouring all over my brain
thick with psilocybin psychoactives
he says that it looks like rain
and I believe him
Nevada's got a friend in the deep blue yonder
calls him by a different name
he says there's a word for the ever after
he says that it's not the same
and I believe him
Nevada gets lost in the Dali sunrise
painting his clocks with time
tripping through the sea in the back of his eyes
he says this could all be mine
and I believe him
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there's a spire in your soul
collecting lives like gun control
it's bleeding and it's breathing into life
there's a pilot in your mind, the passenger was left behind
releasing and reducing all your strife
in this pseudo simplified, perfect peaceful life
your faded heartstrings fight and struggle to stay alive
it's a bitter world you say
it's better just to look away
refusing to believe what isn't right
all caught up in your lover's head
you close your eyes and count to ten
the pain is so much easier at night
so just refresh your memory
of all the wicked things you've seen
the battle and the bloodshed will subside
confess your soul's an empty shell
that chains you to your inner hell
and thank your lucky stars that you're alive
in this pseudo simplified, perfect peace filled life
your faded heartstrings fight and struggle to stay alive
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8. |
king of hearts
03:35
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slip some ice on this cold ring finger
dime store shit don't shine!
as the breath of your whiskey lingers
I can't get you out of my mind
control... is that what they say?
moderation's mediocre, casual's cliche
I fold... those are words I'll never say
but I still break the rules with every king of hearts I play
(and I won't back down)
we should be cruisin' in your La Voiture Noir
sipping sweet champagne
you crush the can of your last PBR
and pass out in your white Chevrolet
I got to taste of their new religion
illuminati demigods
but here we are in your double vision
and I can't tell which side I've been on
control... is that what they say?
moderation's mediocre, casual's cliche
I fold... those are words I'll never say
but I still break the rules with every king of hearts I play
(and I won't back down)
it's the critical rush vs. edge of euphoria
can I get an amen, a hosanna, or gloria?
control... is that what they say?
moderation's mediocre, casual's cliche
I fold... those are words I'll never say
but I still break the rules with every king of hearts I play
(and I won't back down)
slip some ice on this cold ring finger.
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9. |
a darker sun
02:17
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a Gila monster on the tip of my tongue
and the outside world is a photograph
coyote hiding from the desert sun
writing "it's a girl" on her epitaph
I used to think I could grow angels' wings
when I was young I thought these things
til a cloud in summer said "the winter brings
a darker sun and then it's spring"
and then it's spring
crocodile can't get her hair uncurled
in fluorescent light she hangs her head
someone said she was a southern girl
but it was late at night, so the coroner said
I used to dream about the autumn sky
when I was sad, when I was high
snowflakes in April under blue moonlight
a blood red flag in your mind
in your mind
a Gila monster on the tip of my tongue
and the outside world is a photograph
coyote hiding from the desert sun
writing "it's a girl" on her epitaph
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she didn't ask to be so lonely
she was afraid of her own shadow
I hope she finds a hand to hold
what do you get with a girl without care?
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sparksahazard Bowdoin, Maine
I have oh so many emotions and art is how I let them out before I go completely insane. I live in the company of a rabbit named Antoine and a dog named Teclo. We live together in a tiny house in the woods of Maine.
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