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10,000 Recitals
05:45
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Her smell was good, a scent of food. A luscious breakfast. Her eyes were crossed, and she was soft. Beneath her eyelids lay the weight of the whole world. When I heard you mentioned in this most descriptive sentence, it brought me back to nights on shepherd's lane. Doubting our survival, we had 10,000 recitals of things we would have done differently. I heard you gave birth to a child, a baby boy named Billy Wilde. You blame your son for what you've done. You blame his father for the switchblade and the gun. And you are right, it's not your fight. But you never were the one to live your life. Just like when we shared my hunger for the ardour of our younger. The poems of our pretense were loud and clear. When you mumbled with despise all of your 10,000 recitals, I knew you'd gone away indefinitely. You wrote me a confession, how you'd never had obsessions. I had to hold my breath to barely breathe. How could I forgive you when I don't even regret you, or all of those compulsions being false.
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Lydia
02:42
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Trotting through the rain as it poured down, I hardly knew it fell to wash me clean. A broken smile upon your handsome face. A reminder of the moment you were me. A substitute for a dagger in a boil. Most astute and fiercely on the nerve. The broken smile upon your handsome face. As frail as mine, the moment you are me.
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Do You Remember Fuzzy?
04:28
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I would do anything for you. But I'd never lift a finger for anybody else. They call me a knight when I'm really a slave, under the impression this slave is not the least bit obsequious. I'll keep you out of tune to imply profound unyielding zeal. Past due like the boy with a tattooed heart, but not quite the fashion to blend in with the analog circuit mob. Do you remember all of those funky toys. Do you remember all of those funky tones. Do you remember how they used to rock the world. I don't. But I remember all of those dirty words. And I remember every little callous thought. And the conclusion that the rhythm brought. Despite my attempts to please you, I feel obliged, I must abide.
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A Word
03:01
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A word. I need a word. To explain how a bird without feathers or a beak is still a bird. A word. I need a word. To speak through the haze of lacking and false nomenclatures. One word would be enough to pass the crop, then embrace the idea of cognizance irrespective of place. I need a tongue that speaks the truth. That rhymes, that roars, that fully ignores all the coarse definitions that obstruct my view of the world. I need a word, not polemics. I need a word so true and pure it hurts, that denies definitions and defines my birth. One word. Just one word. I know it exists, I heard it once spoken from the top by a neon queen calling out for her dying sons. Her voice drowned out in a sullen scene. The first-born son in a dressing gown cried for help as he crossed the rail. The second one owned the town dealing out shots of liquid fail. I claim to be the third one down, D.O.A. as mother pressed. I stood perplexed by the foreign sound. For sixteen weeks motionless. I must confess I burst out in tears and ran as far as I could run. Fell fatigued on the stone-slabbed floor in front of brother Bragi's door. Desorbed and clean on the cold, that's where I lie growing old. I would regain the flame of yore, but I'm in desperate need for a word.
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I Wanna Be My Boyfriend
03:08
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My mind is acting out a perfect scene and it's growing like a tumor. Not that it's unpleasant, it's a blast, it's so easy when reflections are sufficient to provide for any need. You see, I sexually attract me though I'm perfectly straight. My friends all feel the same though they're not friends per se. They tag along my tail only to be with cool. Well, as long as they adore me I'll allow them to. You might think that I'm living a superficial dream, but there's only one thing that I really need. You might think that I'm living a superficial lucid dream, but the one thing I want is what I need. Getting along with no one but myself. But then again, I don't need nobody else. I'm practically omitting all basic human needs, in favour of a being more devoted to me. Ironically, antagonism seems to decrease, the more I concentrate affection in direction towards me. I believe, within a constant, time doesn't exist, so if I constantly repeating keep repeating my wish, this abominable portrait of desire to live up to expectations proves to be hallucinations of concurrent fiendish lies. Can't see that I am living a lie.
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Pierce
05:36
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Some pierce when others pause. Some pierce each others flaws. Some pierce and cause a buzz. Some peers are piercing us. Some pierce while others touch. Remorse has forgiven us. Some peers remember us. Some peers pierce just because. Behold, one cornered eye. One more unnerving lie. Disdain won't hide the pallor of the white. Some peers greet and cheer. Some peers are strong and fierce. Some pierce while they smile. Some peers pierce all the while. Behold, one straightened eye. One more unnerving lie is countered with a captivating smile.
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The Dark Early
05:37
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Stars are trying hard conveying thoughts of flying to my brain. Instead I'm hearing teenagers crying, shedding tears for blissful times. Lights in darkness tell ancient stories, share their wisdom with our kind. Instead of listening, I'm just freezing, with thoughts revolving within my girth. I see the world around me, but it's hard for me to care. The world cannot compare with dancing idols in my head. When I'm lonely I think of people. When I'm with people I think of sex. I feel pointless when I'm idle. When I'm active I feel tired.
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What Laura Did to Joseph
03:40
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An echo to call my name. I swelter in this light. With visions, dreams and barroom brawls on Sunday afternoon. With garbled mock transmissions in a nightly croon. I'm pious and vindictive, but my violence never shows. I may have knowledge of the future and the past, but I'll never learn this act.
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