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Heart Of Granite
03:36
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A firm bite from a foaming mouth implants disease on the bone.
A death grip like a finger trap is from whence I hailed.
Well it’s time for me to ride into the sunset, I’m a bird caught in my own birdcage.
It’s time for me to beam into the abyss.
When the comet comes, I’m gonna leave this town.
It’s almost as much as one could ask, to move a muscle with a heart that weighs a ton of granite. You can’t get up.
A cue ball in a stocking cap can’t stop a chill to the bone.
The full grip of a frozen storm front is the land I left.
Well it came to me in cross-country journey; I have a home in the heart of a lady.
It came to be in time for the badlands, with an iron fist, I’m gonna run this town.
It’s almost as much as one could ask, to move a muscle with a heart that weighs a ton of granite.
It’s almost as much as one could ask, to warm a building with a heart that’s as cold as granite. That you can’t defrost.
A lone man in a lonely car invents a need to delay.
The full grip of a panic freeze is the land I left
Well it’s time for me to bleed on the carpet, I’m a pig caught in my own pigpen.
It’s time for me to speak through the spider webs.
When the comet came I had to leave this town.
It’s almost as much as one could ask, to move a muscle with a heart that weighs as much as a ton of granite does.
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Calilope
06:19
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Blind, caught in a fit and failing it.
Rust grows on my glare and bursts into flames
I’m burning punch drunk, strung out. A plan I never thought I should know.
Inside your language hidden riddles.
I should’ve heard what you were trying to tell me in three signs.
I had to stay behind when you were set to go.
You got so cold when I needed you.
And then a crossroads came when I was lost in California.
I’m making my way back over the continent.
Out of the car into your scorn when I got to Vacaville.
The journey I took it was a simple gut check. I know that I proved that my loyalty was you Calilope.
A princess of a woman who has lost her crown.
You said you were no longer sure. I should’ve heard what you were trying to tell me with this sign.
I had to stay behind when you were set to go.
You got so cold when I needed you.
And then a crossroads came when I was lost in California.
I’m making my way back over the continent.
Then I walked you down to shoreline drive to give you the ring I made.
Like the jaded amulet you wear around your neck, my love is the shape of infinity.
And though you said yes, distress followed as icicles froze on your face.
And now those years are lost, in time you’ll know you’re culpable.
You left me to contemplate the third sign.
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The Big Pull
04:07
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You’re on my wall like all my phony photographs.
You’re on my wall, I almost took you down, put you away
Outside phone deaf in both ears.
You’re in my chest like all my phone feelings.
You’re in my chest, I almost cut you out. What if we don’t make it?
Fast times, slow death all around us.
I can almost face your makeshift polaroid poses. You walk the catwalk in a fresh dress.
I have always felt your hind legs press against my ribcage. Alien power breed.
You’re on my wall like all my fatal fasteners. (You’re on my wall like all my fatal fasteners.)
You’re on my wall, I almost hooked you in hoisted me up.
Fascia bondage. You’re the big pull.
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You'd have Me Ruined
04:21
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You’d Have Me Ruined
For ten years I’m on my own. Don’t know what I saw.
Was there a man beneath your shroud , or a run of the mill sod?
And wasn’t it you who rolled your ghost upon his back?
Too much disguised, a symbol of your lies.
A back door apology, don’t know who you are.
Your fantasy turned your suicide girl into an eye sore.
A family affair with hordes of men of ill intent.
You’re poised to take their place when convenient.
You’d have me run. You’d have me ruined.
You pimped out to Hollywood, don’t know your real score.
Can you defend what you’re trying to pawn?
You’re selling but won’t send it.
And where will you go when all your paper friendships shred?
Your pulped collateral is meaningless.
I won’t make it alone out there.
In the trunk of your car going fifty five into a brick wall.
This time it’s personal.
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A Criminal Syndicate
04:41
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You’re a stone for a home, a solid home in the earth.
And I’m the element of change, a slow decent to a powder
That you won’t sense for a decade
I’m wrong to remember that the last time you said that we were always to begin with
In tandem, symbiotic. A criminal syndicate
You’re a shark, bitten off a vapid a vapid hole in the flesh
And I’m the element iron
A slow deluge to a blood bath
That you won’t mistake for an itch
I’m wrong to remember that the last time you said that we were one way to begin with
More static then we are now
An engine idling
Lost, on the path of the turtle beam I’m under a sky that separates
Crawl turns into run, as I’m the last to know your heart
Outside of my bitterness tongue-tied (gun shy) with my hand on the sandalwood going off
You’re a string on a fret, chromatic march to the bridge
And I’m the element water. A wading pool to a rogue wave
That you won’t sense for a decade.
I’m wrong to remember that the last time you said that we were always to begin with
In tandem, symbiotic. A criminal syndicate
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Parsec
04:48
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Oh darling my heart is yours for the asking price, priceless one.
On Sunday you made your intentions clear, you’re done fearless one.
You’re out of striking range., an hour or Parsec.
You’re out of striking range. A further A(way yo)U.
Oh Sara my life is yours can we make yours mine, lifeless one?
On Sunday your camera shoots in negative sepia.
You’re out of striking range., an hour or Parsec.
You’re out of striking range. A further A(way yo)U.
I’ve been holding you above the rack.
When I moved us out here it was for your benefit you know.
One could say I’m the punch line. One could say you’re the joke.
I’ve been keeping you above my preference.
What I propose you accept lightly, until…
One could say whim takes over.
Once could say you lose your nerve.
Oh shallow but deep it strikes further down than I let on.
You’re out of striking range., an hour or Parsec.
You’re out of striking range. A further A(way yo)U.
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n hour ago you went off
Just like a handled pinball machine you went off
Tilted
And maybe when you’re done, with your power unplugged
You’ll realize no one will play a silly toy that acts like a bear
You’ll play alone
An hour ago you went in
And left me like an orphaned son trapped in paper bags
That everyone will know are see through
Hours will go with your face in the rug sandwiched on the floor, you faint
Like all the weight of your body has magnetized your mass
We found atomic union, covalent bonded orbital
Then waking up inside your bed
Our boil starts as lukewarm
Your verbal assault salts my wounds
We’re past the point of conflict
And you hit the nail right on the head
When you say we’re wrong for each other after the mystery’s gone.
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Knock Off
04:29
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I found my heart was abrasive.
I’m learning the art of taking lies
And using them to twist your reputation apart.
It wasn’t a cure but a curse instead.
You’ll feel it burn long after my memory is gone.
Until everyone that knows you as a knock off
Gets caught when they meet the real you.
A human or purview?
And I can’t back down.
I’m checking you off my list as a possible conquest/perfect accomplice.
When this one’s done,
My yellow book’s an album of snapshots.
You barely looked at them at all but now they’re staring you down.
And I never wrote anything so clear.
The first one starts as an owed to you, a claim repaid.
Everyone that knows you as a knock off…
I found your heart,
When I was a midnight peddler and you were the only light on.
Your arms are stretching out
To greet me like a welcome Mat.
How could I wipe my shoes on that?
I may have sold you a bitter memory and act like you’re the one to blame.
Now everyone that knows you as a knock off…
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