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Stationary Saturn
03:04
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it’s on the wind / coming in waves now
caught in the scrimmed / second floor window
when you encircle me / I don’t know how to evade
something that can’t be / shouldn’t be so easy to make
it’s on the wind / Saturn is stationed
my throat it stripped / down to the foundation
if I could even speak / if I could even begin
you’ve encircled me / there’s a storm rolling in
you’ll never know / softer than all this
mallet and bow / whispered and endless
all of my skin / exiled and nameless
floating away and / perfectly still
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2. |
Walking Backward
01:43
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stay, stay a little longer
you say as you’re walking backward
all legs and eyes like burning candles
i’m standing in place
the faint sound of something out there
makes me dizzier than all hell
with fangs and leering from the top stair
staring in space
lying in wait
i know my place
strange, looking in the mirror
to see something that you don’t feel
oh haven’t I changed
haven’t I changed
I know my place
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3. |
I'll Believe Anything
03:00
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wait, is it true?
i’ll believe in anything
if the words come from you
couldn’t fathom but
now I see it
fear is easy to use
and comes from almost anyplace
from a park bench, from a pew
from the ticker tape on
the evening news
and light is the father of darkness
even when it’s gone and wants no part in this
spilling in, filling up my apartment
to such fathoms, well
you should see it
fate: what do we choose?
I was born for listening
to the dial tone, to reviews,
to the steady 8’s of your worn out shoes
but i’ve never been one to argue
even when they say we really aught to
i’m coming over now just to haunt you
i’m whole hearted, i hope you see it
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4. |
Bracelet Of Teeth
02:58
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marcy, I think you’re doing it on purpose
taking all my words and turning them to torches
and bending up my circuits
almost like a smile, almost like I’m worth it
lately, been feeling pretty reckless
let’s take whatever’s left and roll around the mattress
and wind up somewhere else where
no one knows our names, our families our real hair
if I could weave a bracelet of your teeth...
marcy, you’ve been writing out your thesis
in disappearing ink, I don’t think I can read this
but if I could say my peaces
then we could paint the walls whatever baby pleases
if I could be exactly as I seem
and hold a steady hand on the back of your jeans
if I could weave a bracelet of your teeth
and they’d sink into me
when I’m too far to reach
they’d sink into me
when I’m too drunk to speak
they’d sink into me
when they think I’m ready
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