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Lesbians and Tarot Cards
03:32
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While lesbians with Tarot Cards guide me through a Springfield dark still I don't mind your distant arms. I know I did you wrong.
Vacant as I've ever been. My nightmare starts where you begin, construction noise and slaughtered wind. I know I did you wrong.
Enraptured by my drunken smile you rest upon my lips a while, but I choose symmetry and distant miles. I know I did you wrong.
Oh no! With my fiction and my vanished rent. I laugh myself to sleep tonight.
Singing oh no to oblivion and my childhood gone. I laugh myself to sleep tonight yes I laugh myself to sleep tonight.
These empty dim suburban nights, the infinite I'm not alright. I don't mind it. I won't fight. I know I did you wrong.
Enraptured by my drunken smile you rest upon my lips a while, but I choose symmetry and distant miles. I know I did you wrong.
Oh no! With my fiction and my vanished rent. I laugh myself to sleep tonight.
Singing oh no to oblivion and my childhood gone. I laugh myself to sleep tonight yes I laugh myself to sleep tonight.
I know I did you wrong. (repeat)
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2. |
History minus time
03:51
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So I'm on the porch with my grandson
I'm wheezing through smoke rings,
You're on my mind.
As a death rattle crawls
up the frail cage of my bones
even then
you're on my mind.
2x
Let the wine bottles sing
a deafening song of lies I like to hear
even then,
You're on my mind.
3x
Now I'm trapped in this womb
with a darkness that's better than light
even then
You're on my mind.
Now they're burying me
and this coffin bleeds each word I write,
even then,
you're on my mind.
3x
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A meaningless awful life or a meaningful awesome light
Caution by the conveyor belt, these senseless gears have mouths that yawned and swallowed
Julie.
Kiss me death like the antidote to all the wrong I've done. I'm gone. Please call back later.
All my friends are in Canada or in the glacial past. Who cares. They're not my friends now.
Empty shelves became microphones, the night I watched you leave. You leave, and the walls start singing out,
"It's a meaningless awful life, it's a meaningless awful life. I'll share, if you want some."
"It's a meaningless awful life, it's a meaningless awful life. I'll share, if you want some."
If you want some.
If you want some.
Careful dear by your mother's arms, the emptiness you like might flee your cheap apartment walls
all bare like a metaphor for your suicidal nights. You'll see the sunlight crashing in
and it's a meaningful awesome light, a meaningful awesome light, I'll share if you want some.
and it's a meaningful awesome light, a meaningful awesome light, I'll share if you want some.
If you want some.
Caution by the conveyor belt these senseless gears have mouths that yawned and swallowed Julie,,,
It's a meaningless awful life, it's a meaningless awful life. I'll share, if you want some and it's a meaningful awesome light, a meaningful awesome light, I'll share if you want some.
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4. |
My Father's Eyes
03:06
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So I’m dead just like my father’s eyes.
Stole a kiss from Miriam.
I’m blighted as your marriage bed.
You can taste the poison on my tongue.
I don’t want this anymore.
I don’t like the person I’ve become.
I don’t want this anymore.
I don’t like the person you’ve become.
So I’m lost just like my mother’s voice.
Waited there for Miriam.
I’m blighted as your lover’s words.
You can taste the poison on her tongue.
I don’t want this anymore.
I don’t like the person I’ve become.
I don’t want this anymore.
I don’t like the person you’ve become.
So I’m dead just like my father’s eyes.
Stole a kiss from Miriam.
I’m blighted as your marriage bed.
You can taste the poison on my tongue.
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5. |
Three
02:50
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Three
Well, I want one last chance to say I don't like you
before I run off to another coast.
Where are those hungry hooligans from Virginia,
the ones you're into, that you love the most?
Who are these gonna be wanna be never nothings,
always bluffing on the radio?
Well, over my, under my, through my dead body,
there's a party for another ghost,
so if you need me,,,
I'll be outside tap dancing over the ocean
where my boat sunk, I'll be glad to drown,
and I'll be naked on the freeway headed
to the West coast. I'll be smiling in another
town, dead.
Don't you, don't think you can take and leave me
when you need me for a brighter day.
All of those times we walked barefoot through
McDonalds every stupid trial. I'm throwing them away.
Chorus repeat
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Your kingdom come.
In parking lots
with fevered glances
and awful plots.
Your kids they know now
just what you’ve done.
The briefcase stolen
it’s time to run.
Oh now your story is almost done.
& in Wisconsin
a villain sleeps
With shredded letters between
the sheets.
His wife is weeping on CNN.
It’s on to Canada
to try again.
Oh now your story is almost done.
I feel like no one gets me.
Taxpayers insouciant eyes.
At the trial I miss my mother.
These cameras always lie.
Now death is calling.
You hear it too.
I seek forgiveness
only from you.
The train tracks wailing my desperate plea.
When this is over.
Remember me.
Oh now your story is almost done.
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7. |
Untitled
03:57
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All sunk down a failing sun.
All sunk down a failing sun.
Oh please be
mine
every time
All sunk down her battered love.
All sunk down her battered love.
Oh please be
mine
every time
All sunk down beneath these days.
All sunk down beneath these days.
Oh please be
mine
every time
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8. |
Elvrum
01:19
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Now I'm facedown in the creek bed with my suitcase in my hands and the obvious temptation of your irrational demands,
and the morning will not come here. The morning will not come, till the cock crows thrice and shames us, and the evening air is warm
and I know not what I've done dear. I know not what I've done. Cause the truck stops are transfigured, and the street shines as the sun,
and my mother's voice is raining ceaseless in the trees, crowding the subways of Manhattan with her elaborate disease
and I'll love you till I can't dear. I love you till I leave. Till the stalks grow black inside my body and cease inside of me
and I'll love you till I can't dear. I love you till I leave. Till the stalks grow cold inside my body and weak inside of me
and I'll love you till I can't dear. I love you till I leave. Till the stalks grow old inside my body and sleep inside of me.
Oh my dear. my dear.
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Baby you don’t know me any more. Oh you don’t know me anymore.
Well I’m careening through the desert reading your name in the rock face
and singing I want to go home. Don’t want to go back home.
An endless stretch of overpass.
This nightmare’s headed nowhere fast,
and I want to go home. Don’t want to go back home my dear.
Baby you don’t know me anymore. Oh you don’t know me anymore.
Well our bedroom’s like a tragedy. I’m cringing as you’re hugging me.
I hate the way you speak my name.
It’s an infinite and desperate of an I want to go home.
Don’t want to go back home my dear.
Baby I can’t love you anymore. No I can’t love you anymore.
I miss you in the morning time, but your evening darkness haunts my mind.
I want to go home. Don’t want to go back home.
I hate the way you scream my name. It’s an infinite and desperate pain
of an I want to go home. Don’t want to go back home my dear.
Don’t want to go back home my dear.
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10. |
Preface
04:27
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I’m a fiction, clever words sneaking out of the grave. When I kiss you there is Shakespeare and whiskey and shame. Your apartment, where I lassoed the end of my mind, on your dresser a cheap sketch pad I leaned down to write,
"Aint no hell like the one I've made."
At your wedding I want to press your bare skin to the wall. Make you sing my name. Write a new hymn for these sacred halls. Every morning, through rectangles of hideous light, I'm ashamed of everything that I told you last night.
"Baby ain't no hell like the one I've made."
It's beautiful this sickness. It's beautiful it's mine.
Every morning, through rectangles of hideous light, I'm ashamed of everything that I told you last night. our apartment, where I lassoed the end of my mind, on your dresser drawer a cheap sketch pad I leaned down to write,
"Baby ain't no hell like the one I've made."
It's beautiful this sickness. It's beautiful it's mine.
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11. |
Punctuation
03:23
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Punctuation
So I'm drunk and kissing my bad idea. I'm all done here. I hate the way this ends.
Your boyfriend smiles I want to punch him in the mouth. I'm all done here. I hate the way this ends. 2x
Jesus figurines scattered all over your house. I'm all done here. I hate the way this ends. 3x
La la la (bridge)
ill fated idiots in every town. I'm all done here. I hate the way this ends.
Their humorless voices are dragging me around. I'm all done here. I hate the way this ends. 3x
I'm all done here. I hate the way this ends.
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12. |
Hooray for Hanukkah
03:41
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Rusty as Leonard Cohen's voice I call you from the catacombs of my long since forgotten bed and ask you where I am.
My easy bake oven of synonyms. Friends devouring sedatives. Whose house is this with candles lit, and I'm too gone to stand.
I want you. I don't want anything. Equations piled up in the sink. You left bed. Yeshua's dead. Can we praise his holy name?
Cause I really want to leave, and I really want to be nothing. (4x)
Blue as Joni Mitchell's eyes I call you from the borough groves. Tempest tossed an evening lost and huddled up again.
I need you. I don't need anything. Ambitions piled up in the sink. If you're in his arms Yeshuah's gone. I miss his holy name.
Cause I really want to leave, and I really want to be nothing. (4x)
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13. |
Holy is the End
03:49
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Oh sing of me the fax machine.
Make a squealing mess of memory.
Of Gwendolyn that smiled remorsefully
at Jonah’s hatred of a withered tree.
Until it’s gone.
My futile breath drags on.
Until it’s gone my lover’s madness sighs.
Until it’s gone
a poet’s burning mind.
Oh holy, holy holy holy holy
holy, holy, holy
She cried holy is the end.
Oh sing of me you desperate kings
as Paris burns and cathedrals ring
of the emptiness of everything
of one last kiss as your lover leaves.
Until it’s gone.
My futile breath drags on.
Until it’s gone my lover’s madness sighs.
Until it’s gone
a poet’s burning mind.
Until it’s gone.
I’m gone.
Until I’m gone
the sickness lingers on.
Until I’m gone
it’s in my skin and bones.
Until I’m gone my lovers madness sighs
Until I’m gone.
Oh holy, holy holy holy holy
holy, holy, holy
She cried holy is the end.
Holy is the end.
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