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I heard you
03:31
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I heard you
cut yourself off
and then
shut yourself down
you cup your ears
when the doorbell rings
when the christmas choir
starts to sing
you like to
live unhinged
cuz you like
too many things
you love the way
that loneliness loves
never asks about
a wedding ring
I already know
what its like
outside
why would I wanna go there anyway?
as they say
its all the same w/ me these days
I wonder when
the madness ends
I'll keep in touch
it's my best friend
I miss it when I see it go
ask it if it wouldn't mind
buying me some boags sometime
I know its had a busy day
its chaotic in every way
but my dear god it sure can play
damn good guitar
and after all
it knows its way around the bars
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2. |
It's good
02:26
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It's good
to get to sleep these days
my dreams have nicer things to say
It's easier
to find my way
when my brains carved out these cozy trenches for me
well, get over yourself
get a job
make your hands dirty schoolboy snob
17 years I let them feed me what they want
and little kids dreamt of suicide and school bombs
for my trouble! a pad and a ringing phone
a little bit of poetry for when I'm alone
and a couple of friends, the rest
don't check on my head,
I wonder in their silence
do they dance like the dead?
put the walls up
put the walls up
put the walls up today
put the walls up
put the walls up
put the walls up today
first day of school
i learned about defense
second day of school i learned
its hard to make friends
third day, i learned to skip
stones, thats skipping class
all day so I can get stoned
by the end of my days
went on my college way
started to find the familiar so strange
never got
to see what i want
i linger in dreams until daylight haunts me
put the walls up
put the walls up
put the walls up today
or find me some shoes
find me some shoes
and I'll get outta your way
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Where is the watering hole?
The way the rotting smell of a diseased bison stumbling
across the river valleys of North America alone
and beginning to decompose warns the herd of trouble,
I think they can smell the chemicals in my brain.
My bison loves the green stretched
without an end all around
him. Knows his legs are losing
strength. Knows death as absence
and keeps fear close to his heaving chest.
He feels every tightly knotted muscle,
every trickle of stinging sinew,
every aching bad blood vein.
And the shiny blue black flies know too,
little buzzers of death who won’t leave
his hide alone
for one second of the heavy day when the sun throws
her weight around the sky and all the animals sweat
and itch under their fur.
My bison rattles as he breathes,
knows he can’t sleep for the wolves
and the rays of sun and the men with guns
catching up to him.
He sniffs the sultry air, swallows sticky saliva,
And still moves mountains.
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4. |
I knew you
02:17
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I knew you when I met you
I didn't have to try
our rooms were filled with acid rain
and we both wondered why
and terror at the city
and dreams toward the light
we held on to eachother's legs
and took turns trying to fly
sometimes you've had enough
sometimes you've simply had enough
try, try, try
sometimes you've simply had enough.
sap in the sourdough
does anyone get out?
saw your closed coffin lids
and you looked so bored
the angels played their major chords
and you just ignored
them, it wasn't the music you liked.
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out of my rusty room retreat
out into the street where the taxis beep
beep beep man right at me
saying are you free? are you free?
well, I'm gonna walk that street
like I got somewhere to be
I'll fit in
so the lazy smoke lounges on your tongue
aint it funny the way it swirls in your lungs
kickin up dust kickin back for fun till
the tired sun says son your done well,
I got nowhere to be,
just myself and me
I saw daddy
on the other side of the road
and his loving sunlight eyes
shadowed my child mind
I've been here
a star got stuck in the mud
and I can't think of much else
other than goin
In the daylights song
I ran with my friends from the sun
and in the distant night our lights
became unreachable stars
I saw daddy
his eyes bled sparkling tears
and they cast a fog cloud screen
over my loving light
chance of rain
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Denosoar Boston, Massachusetts
Rock, pop, folk fuckery. Homemade tunes. A band made up of me and my guitar player Gean, plus friends, freaks, cartoons, dopes, etc... Rum Guy, Sap, Big Cig, Queen Socrates, Chill Bill, No One, Jimi Miami, Denosoar.
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