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die in the night
04:33
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didn't get to say goodbye to you
didn't know i'd die in the night
but my bag was packed and the trumpet was blaring
& the bottle was spinning me the Do's were Daring.
i always thought you were some kind of god send
i know it's true now cuz i got into heaven
it's different than i thought it but things are better than ever
and when i slip your name i get a free clip of angel's rock opera.
never said sorry for all the falling out
the falling through and the falling down
didn't tell you where i hid it
and i wonder if you're still looking
or if you just dismissed it as a tom-foolery fantasy
i always knew that i'd go first
i always finished everything faster than you
i'd be eating desert honey before you took your first bite
and i bit off, too, much more than i could chew.
i'm walking talking thinking faster than you
it makes sense that i'd die first too.
baby call the cantor baby call the police
you found a dead girl between your sheets
she was staring eyes open out of the window
breathing out a gone-sour dream
breathing nothing back in though
breathing out a gone-sour dream
breathing nothing in
baby call the priest
baby call the bureau of investigation
she was just right here
and now she's disappeared from location
just a footprint to reveal the direction of her destination
it goes up on the wall to the ceiling
running to find new feeling
up on the wall to the ceiling
running to find
well if you need new feeling
climb up on the wall to the ceiling
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honey pot
05:08
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love wants to come for free
wants to arrive instantly
i can see your eyes are honeypots
you want to and will
skip down the road
until the swell of wind lifts up your clothes
you look at the moon and she knows you're knowing
you say to your friend "if you touched me now
surely you'd see sparks flowing."
your flowers bloom
and bloom away
they adhere to no prescribed law of nature
your love don't stop
it only knows how to open
open open open
i believe our fear is over
i believe i have ceased fear of such things.
while we're sought out by bird's school of flight
for any secret technique on how we reach such heights
all directions cherished when expectations perish
if you wanna see Up, we'll show you up
and if you wanna go Down, let's go
cuz there's no sad part about falling down
when you fall like we do
when you know how to drown
then, to the sandy bottom, for a look around
to see what's sunk and to think about it.
your flowers bloom and bloom away
they adhere to no prescribed law of nature
your love don't stop it only knows how to open
open open open
i believe i have ceased fearing such things.
why not be the one whose eyes say "yes"
when every eye is longing for it?
you believe you'd be better off dead
then to have to be that one who's gotta come back
to say what's too late to be said
yea you made the choice to get your feet wet
your ankles your knees your shins your thighs
and now you're swimming
yea you made the choice to get your feet wet
and for that you will always be bathed in my praise.
your flowers bloom and bloom away
they adhere to no prescribed law of nature
your love don't stop it only knows how to open
i believe our fear is over
i believe in honey, honeypot.
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music for money
05:54
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i have smelt georgia like this before
the slight night wind half sits
and i have been an oak tree
brooding for centuries
and i have been marsh land
simmering for high tide
if i said i didn't want to go deaf again
and wake up with a voice box like a crow
and have all my clothes not reek of smoke
would you believe i could make music for money?
laying on the lawn
agelessly last night
eyes pasted to the full face
of the moon's giving light
and now you're expecting to hear a line in the likes
of a wise moon cliche kind of thing
but on the contrary she was telling me She did not know and I willed what life would bring.
i had a feeling then that fate
was just a fancy get up for fear
and everything we'd ever want
is plainly just right here.
if i said i didn't want to have to think too hard
but rather just to breathe
and let these songs, go 'head, write themselves
and keep no thing up my sleeve.
if i said i didn't want to have to hear no more
the cruel crack of the PA as I un-plug my guitar chord
even the sound-man gave me the safe thumb-up sign, yet this seems to happen at least every time.
if i said i wanna sing this loud, mic-free
would you believe i could make music for money?
I have smelt georgia like this before
it's the home-coming spray of old knowing
something, darling, too slow to walk away
too dense to question where it's going.
if I said i'd really rather always flick my passionate spit
then dance lamely crowned some television diva
if my music don't come with contract where tacked on is a clause that makes it a law i sell out to commercials for mascara,
if I'm not satisfied with the spiritual infiltration in the fashion world and express myself beyond my clothes skin blood and bone
if i craft to keep up with what's really going on and reach out sometimes by being alone
and work piously to maintain a simple heart
would you believe i could make a living off of this art...
and make music for money
pay me pay me pay me
i make music for money.
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old money
05:07
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::leslie jill helpert º≠º New York, New York
<---a non-deductive anachronymph, meaning, mostly "of a chronologically inconsistent hemimetaboly". she makes candy out of earthsap, rudders and thunder ----->
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