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i feel alright today
01:44
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i feel alright today
i feel like burning down the cross outside the graveyard where my grandfather is buried
i feel alright today
i feel like using all the privileged information that i promised to keep secret
i feel alright today
i feel like falling down the stairs and breaking all my bones and trading them for something strong
i guess that i'm okay
i hear it's normal to be obviously suffering in the company of loved ones
and they act like it's a phase
but i'm unfazed
i'm just afraid of staying
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2. |
punchline #2
01:59
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it's a burned out shell of an SUV on a field trip through my soul
I saw you running
like a love note tossed in a fireplace or a yearbook photograph
unbecoming
or a pickup line drawn from a hat
boyfriends chasing me with baseball bats and vampires
or a dried up ditch for dreaming in
i dream i dreamt of your dreamy skin and curls
life is a joke
where's the punchline?
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breathe in the daylight
live in a circle of lies
call to your lover
if she will come to your side
we're all alone
our songs get sung by someone else
vanishing poems
houseflies freezing in the windowsill of you room
we'll be there soon
drown in the drainpipes
swim in a sea of debris
swallow your circles
be a good patient, please
we're all alone
our songs get sung by someone else
vanishing poems
houseflies freezing in the windowsill of you room
we'll be there soon
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4. |
ghostlights
02:52
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ghostlights
i see ghostlights
i see rhythmic television static
and ghost lights
honeysuckle
hum in circles
supple, my disciple
subtle and fearless
ghostlights
i see ghostlights
i see rhythmic television patterns
and ghost lights
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5. |
apology machine
03:18
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i woke up and this stupid depression was still here
i woke up and i asked my roommate for another beer
i went out but it was too cold to smoke
i went out but i just wished i was home
oh i am easily deceived
oh i am an apology machine
i get right and all the stoplights cease to be
i get right and nothing could keep you from me
then i think: are these really my greatest days?
yeah i think but i've already thought too much today
oh i am easily deceived
oh i am an apology machine
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daddy said, "you know we're broke, don't you?"
daddy said, "you know we're broke?"
I do
There's a girl who lives in gutters: she sees visions
necklaces of shotgun shells and moons
but a paralyzed heart can't run
and a wounded mind don't heal
'till after all the killing is done
'till the evidence is properly concealed
daddy said, "you know we're broke, don't you?"
necklaces of shotgun shells and moons
daddy said, "you know we're broke, don't you?"
our feathers will cover the killing floor soon
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7. |
calico cat funeral dirge
01:27
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dreamt i was a dragon
02:31
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once lived in paradise
but i couldn't keep up with the rent
once tricked and twice denied
three times a crowd to convince
three times a crowd to convince
if there's a crime to commit
i will jump at the opportunity
if there's a crowd to convince
i will scoff at your sweet memory
i will scoff at your sweet memory
once was a dragon, I
burned down all your bountiful fields
laughed at your saddened cries
flew home with a heartache to kill
flew home with a heartache to kill
if there's a crime to commit
i will jump at the opportunity
if there's a crowd to convince
i will scoff at your sweet memory
i will scoff at your sweet memory
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9. |
nazarene kid
01:39
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there's a head under my hat under your thumb
under the appalachian moonlight
and in it there's an image of a picture of a thought
i should've never had
but now it's burned in my mind
i'm gonna see it all night
behind my sunglasses lens
can i see that lighter again
and again i forget about sin and remember
to remind myself of jesus
but that shit never sticks and stones and pricks
who think they're gonna be here for the rapture
but now it's burned in my mind
it's not the beautiful kind
i'm just a nazarene kid
don't even know what i did
i'm just a nazarene kid
don't even know what i did
don't even know what i did
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10. |
my heart is a pellet gun
01:46
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my seasick beauty
my yellow whale
my old reptilian impostor in her shell
my imitation
my broken wrist
my matricidal marigold at last
my indecision
my pretty prison
my imaginary partner in the clouds
my seasick beauty
my yellow whale
my old reptilian impostor in her shell
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11. |
born in a funeral home
01:44
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ezra triste writes and records his songs in an attempt to make sense out of all things and has yet to make any real progress. ezra triste is also joplin rice.
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