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Red Tigers Gray
03:14
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Your hands are shaking so loud, this is not how you thought your voice would sound.
Give this room all you have. Give this room all you. Give this room.
Distribute shape with a different shade of black or blue to set this time to.
It will be February by the time the ground thaws and our arms unravel,
but the sun won't rise til April, so untie your shoes and settle here.
I'll see you on the motorway; we'll wave to you from this bright marina.
Breaking water glasses over every signal that might help to move the vehicles inland at the same speed.
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Head Start
03:56
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I'm surprised you got this far without your car keys; you're sitting outside on the curb; I'm sitting out on all the words I could've shared with you this year. Now I'm hoping for nothing less or more than exactly what you need, but I can't pretend to know what that is.
Come home to find you- in your bedroom, lying faceup- you'll have no clue, where you are- you'll have a head start
Back to the curb and I'll try to reset the scene of when your voice collapsed within me. Empty T-shirts never looked so good as they do on you tonight, so I don't think anyone can convince me that this picture is anything but fashion and that we're not as stylish now as we've ever been.
(chorus)
I'm not sure if I'll be at your funeral but you better bet that if I am I'll be so blind I won't be able to see you. I won't be able to see you.
When I've knocked myself down in a tired part of town, I will remember how you've given me the courage to make this promise I can keep: you'll never see the best of me.
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Hum
03:43
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Straw beams hold, up the frame, of a home I've built, inside my brain. I'll stay the night, in conditions right.
And the morning sun, will clean my face. You'll clear your throat, I'll leave this place. The buildings hum, I swear I'm done.
I've let the bridges burn, I've let the bridges burn, and it hurts (run out of things to say, patch up and salt decay, or rounded focals eat through the skin at bay) x2
Brick banks hold, up the space, between the sky, and the family grave, you walk atop, run to a stop.
And the weeds that grabbed, your lower leg, held on so tight, that you lost your grace. A life undone, a peculiar hum.
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Katana
03:34
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No I may never understand, but I'm a willing learner so show me one more time the way to be.
That samurai sword hidden in your room was the very first thing to ever make me swoon we had keep it a secret it was dangerous object;
but we got brave and took it to the park to show off our new warrior hearts, and all the others ran to hide but we were close behind.
We yelled 'we are fans of anime; we hope to leave a legacy of open wounds that bleed moonlight and shining stars that line our eyes'.
Mitchell knew that we ran pretty fast and that samurai sword was pointed at his back.
Next thing he scurried up a tree I don't know what came over me;
we climbed up after and pulled him down and with our weapon pinned him to the ground. We asked him for his last words. We started to cry as we heard.
Him stutter 'I'm a fan of anime; I hope to leave a legacy of open wounds that bleed moonlight and shining stars that line my eyes.'
I will sink into the earth battle scars now filled with dirt and one day I'll learn to speak Japanese.
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Coppertone
02:40
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won’t you take me away
to a place where I can lay
in the sun for a whole day
until my skin peels away
at this point I’ll begin to regret
my ignorance of the damaging rays
maybe next time I’ll remember
to bring my sunblock and a hat
until then the burn will serve
as a painful reminder of
the detrimental nature of
overindulgence
won’t you take me away
to a place beside the bay
stand ashore for the whole day
until the sky washes over with gray
clouds will build and begin to break
soak our clothes until we start to shake
take my hand please hold it tight
we’ll just grow colder through the night
in the morning when the tides are low
we both know it’s time for you to go
make your way while the winds still blow
just know that I’ll miss you
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6. |
Robert Fulton's Monster
03:14
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The Erie Canal contained Robert Fulton’s monster
And a few crates of goods, from 1820’s Boston
And in her stomach the rumbling sound of increasing pressure
Scared the hell out of a well-dressed, yet mediocre captain
Who felt the dawning of a sudden realization cue
The commodities in the under carriage were worth a lot less than a rescue
And in an attempt to delay the inevitable end
That captain jumped ship, and swam til his last breath
And he flowed
With the current
And it took him
To Rhode Island
The city of Providence holds a lovely university
And a few thousand kids from a modern Ivy century
And in its cortex the rumbling sound of increasing knowledge
Shakes the grounds of the small private college
That feels the dawning, of a sudden realization cue
The price of admission is worth a lot more than the value
And in an attempt to make and do mend
They write it all off as a means to an end
And he flowed
With the current
And it took him
To Providence
The city of Providence holds a lovely university
The city of Providence has an excellent bar scene
The city of Providence has some nice places to eat
And a victim of Robert Fulton’s monster
Under their feet
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