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Untitled #3
A dove is a glove That I wear on my heart And though I like to dress smart It doesn’t have any part of the world of fashion And you’re there to put me down And I’m sick of the frowns That follow me around I would lie the sky But there’s no reason why I should stay in this world within nose of a girl It’s turned up so Loud that you hear it resist The clouds I’ve never been here Although you’re physically here You’re pushing me away To decay like the day that I loved There is a girl blabbing nothing outside my window What do I…
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Untitled #2
Instrumental * An alternate version of this song, with poetry read over it, can be heard in the Stuff short film.
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Untitled #1
Instrumental
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Ten To Butter Blood Voodoo
Exclaimations feel Before you set to conceal she loves the man you told Did you sing me a sailing coach (?) Hey sister it’s unreal The way I take to the sky in my automobile Could you show them the ten Hear about heavens sin? Your highs taken to the sky Yell ‘O’ in Zbras fly Your skys taken to the flies Next is found west Feeling the best Transcribed by Leni
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Blood On My Neck From Success
A suit that dates spines Does fine in the winter Occasionally fine ____ sprains I’ve got blood on my neck From success For playing the part of SCUUUUUUUM!!! Why did I need it? A suit that breaks spines Does fine in the winter Occasionally find ____ sprains, I’m you I’ve got blood on my neck From success For playing on the part of scum Wild as I can be They put me to sleep I’m never gonna creep Only I’m asleep Cuz I’ve been You scare me, fuck me, oh, me And I’ll flee I’ve gotta feed a ghost Do what they’re supposed to Say what they’re supposed to Now…
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Your Pussy’s Glued To A Building On Fire
Your pussy’s glued to a building on fire I paint my mind just cuz I’m alive And if you see me roamin’ the hillside Won’t you come along? You paint your eyes Mine are in the sky No worldly word I could say could be golden The smile on my face isn’t always real But the way you make me feel Is all that’s really real You little duck house Oh, won’t you come along? You paint your eyes, you paint them nice
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Skin Blues
Instrumental
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Been Insane
I’ve been insane Well, the time is slow The Pope don’t matter When the pawn Is your sea Don’t you agree When I’m around I’m a wound Around your thumb You wanna be numb Inside a gun I’ve been in pain Hope it doesn’t show I’ve been insane Well, the time is slow, ooh Don’t you want sunshine Instead of faulty lights, All your billboards and lights? I won the big fight Against the baby inside That you’re mistakin’ for pain *Transcribed by me
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Mascara
There’s a bright red sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name? It’s been song long since the planet1 bloomed from the inside So where have you been Since you fell off the flat edge Of a world under an ugly sky? You’ve been lying right there Claiming you dance under the moonlight To what you think is a song but is the flesh and blood Of a dismembered groin that’s been bleeding For thousands of your years. You felt like history in your thigs (You’ve got four red candles) You’re the one that makes me realize (On a table with your penis by…
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Running Away Into You
Drive Up and down through water Life where you pour In between sounds Sign babies go to world Crying days running low To the back of the room Playing a tune down low If the sun could melt like snow (No no no no no) I would run to you And flow into a cloud Melt running away into you Running away into you Running away into you Running away into you *Transcribed by me
