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Wild Horses
04:14
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She is a goddess dressed in flesh
Her purple light in silhouette
The seconds float by frame by frame
In a sepia haze, like Méliès
Countless lifetimes pass me by
Ten thousand lives I live and die
In a forest flush with auburn glare
Magnificent creatures meet me there
She is a goddess dressed in death
She's poison fangs and spinnerets
She inhales all my arrogance
She exhales wild horses
She exhales wild horses
She exhales wild horses
She is a goddess dressed in flesh
Her purple light in silhouette
The moments float by frame by frame
In a sepia haze, like a Méliès
Countless lifetimes pass me by
Ten thousand lives I live and die
In a forest flush with auburn glare
Magnificent creatures meet me there
She is a goddess dressed in death
She's poison fangs and spinnerets
She inhales all my arrogance
She exhales wild horses
She exhales wild horses
She exhales wild horses
Turning your back on an evil thing is unwise
And the reaper never sleeps, he only rides
He must keep hungry, just like any carnivore
He counts the hours by the hoofbeats of his horse
Turning your back on an evil thing is unwise
And the reaper never sleeps, he only rides
He must keep hungry, just like any carnivore does
He counts the hours by the hooves of wild horses
She exhales wild horses
She exhales wild horses
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Jodie
04:05
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Don't you know the pigs around here have green eyes?
I think Jodie knows better than to lie.
Don't you know the kids around here have handguns,
And the crazy things we do for love?
Jodie, I know I'm just a shadow in the crowd
Jodie, I know I'm not the kind you'd be proud of
Jodie, the nerve on you to say I'm not your type
Jodie, we fall when we believe our own hype
Jodie, I'm six in and twenty-seven deep
Jodie, I heard angels on the T.V. screen
They were singing "Thou shalt not hurt anyone"
They were singing "Stand up, you're the chosen one"
And it's twelve steps to the hallway
Six steps to the chair
Three steps to the window
Where I wrote down this letter:
"From Holden Caulfield, to Holden Caulfield,
That's my whole statement.
From up here,
The fall feels long."
Father, Father, your son's a freak
Mother, what have you done to me?
Trust not he whose words fall sweet
On your own bitter tongue.
Trust not those who would claim to know
A liar when they see one.
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Not a man alive
Can tell me how to feel
Her skin like tempered steel
Samsa's Daughter
Santa Vermina
Keep and bless me through the night
Her blood is milky white
Samsa's Daughter
In shadow where she hides
With stained-glass window eyes
A lovely parasite
Samsa's Daughter
Dust and wooden beams
This needle pinning me
Nightmares fly on paper wings
Samsa's Daughter
Plywood on windows
Brown and black and green
She licks the rafters clean
Samsa's Daughter
Santa Vermina
She dances on the walls
And sings her cricket song
Santa Vermina
Glass shatters where she falls
I'm right where I belong
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Metra
03:37
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I barely know her name
I know it's strange
But I'm in love with her
And I don't think that I'll forget about her
Once or twice I showed restraint
(To hide the shame)
But now I'm choking up
And I don't think that I can live without her
As I lay here on the bench,
Eyes in pink omniscience,
And listen to the demons
In the station,
I look up to the ceiling
Dressed all in Baroque accoutrements
And surrender to the weight
Of my situation
Spirits come to me for help,
But I can't even save myself,
And the price that you will pay
Outweighs the pain you gave to me.
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