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Feverdream
04:56
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Purple eggs on my legs
Stars in my mind
As I’m beating off to the world
Cloudy eyes, clear skies
You asked me twice
But all I could hear was the pearl
Fingers slip from my wrist
A coma catalyst
Catapult from my skin
Faces shifting as swiftly
As a cargo train
Passing under my chin
And I’m keeping all my teeth in my mouth
I am drowning in the water in which mystics can swim
you are frowning cause I told you that I wouldn’t jump in
When I split
Come and get
All of my body bits
From my lips to my toes
I’ll kick it
You can get
All of my body bits
I won’t mind, I won’t know
You can keep all of my teeth in your mouth
I won’t mind it if you keep all of my teeth in your mouth
You may find it nice to bite your lip with bits of my mouth
I’ll be dreaming of you dreaming me inside of your house
Haunt you haunting all the places that we used to hang out
I will see you sleeping on the floor
Stuffing all your pockets at the store
Staring through the fisheye in the door
Always wanting more
I never wanted to know all of the pieces
Of the human condition
But they left me one by one…
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Chicory Key
02:23
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Let me tell you honey, your locks aren’t safe
You may have a secret garden, with stony walls like mountains,
Slippery with moss and rotting ivy
Your slats may be so narrow only moonlight can creep in
To spot the floors and paint the corners gloomy
But I’ve a leaf of chicory that opens more than locks
Lance-shaped leaves will often loosen heart-strings
Mine have long been humming, deep vibrations that set beetles buzzing
Your have long been brittle; some have broken all together
So I’ve crept through your defenses
Lovely man, come to your senses
I’ve a leaf of chicory
Gathered on St. James’ Day
Carefully and cleverly,
I’ll hold it to the keyhole…
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Invisible Hands
03:32
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This face, I used to understand
The skin, so thin, the arrangement so planned
It slips from me now like a castle of sand
Erased, this face by invisible hands
What once was pride has lost its claim
What once was known has lost its name
It shifts like a serpent, it’s never the same
Though I grasp at the remnants, no resemblance remains
Been lost so long, hanging on by a strand
Becoming a mirror, reflecting the land
I’m wrapped in its cloak, I’m marked by it’s brand
Inexplicably changed by invisible hands
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Sisyphus
03:45
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Ivo'vii
04:40
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Every fourth of July
In the dark
We go down,
down,
down
Down to the train
and
Wait for it to come along
So that we can throw bombs
Full of paint at the cars
And scream
And set the tracks on fire
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