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Oh, we are nothing but what always leave behind
Withering into the sun
Side color nearest humming bird on a wire
Eyeing the cloak of the sun
Yes, we are nothing but what always leave behind
And this Canadian poetries and incantations and a bullet on a ride
I haven't read them, I will not read them
For they dwell too much on times
Yes, the desert is at sea and
I left this bullwhip with the night stand
Julliard was a thousand miles away
Where are you gonna run when the clouds break?
And the sun peaks it eyes with attitude and rises itself on big lust lust
Feeling in big ranges rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks
It signifies I am being petrified in all the rolling shit we left behind
White pages of ages rocking the paint of ages
Looking at your graceless depictions of life
To read
There shall be nothing left to write
And that's when I cannonball them all
I left this bullwhip with the night stand
Julliard you were a thousand miles across when you said it drops
Feeling in the big ranges rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks rocks
Feeling in the big ranges rocks uh
La-la-la-la-lum
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I heard you're suffering,
Come be a wild thing,
Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady,
The stupid house you made
Fell away like paper lace,
Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady,
And when you're done crying to everyone,
You can go back to your good home,
She will be tired, but she'll be glad,
When you go back to your good home,
And paper burns and paper fades,
And paper crumples into ugly shapes,
Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady,
And when you're done crying to everyone,
You can go back to your good home,
She will be tired, but she'll be glad,
When you go back to your good home,
And when she's done dancing with everyone,
She will go back to your good home,
She will be tired from loving everyone,
But she'll be glad that you're back home,
But for now, until you're home,
You ride with us,
There was no way you could've known
About the things she didn't know she couldn't trust,
(Oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary...)
Oh, for now, until you're home,
You ride with us,
There was no way you could've known
About the things she didn't know she couldn't trust,
(Oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary)
Oh, what's in the world?
What's in the world?
What's in the hearts of pretty girls?
There's nothing left inside the room you filled
With lion skins and laurels,
Those were good ideas,
But they weren't diamonds and pearls.
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Do my eyes deceive me?
Or is it truly spring time in Paris for that piece of shit
I don't care what's true, I don't care what you do
to that jewel stone that you hold in your arms
At the end of the day in heartswarm
I was sick of the rodeo
I was sick of the farm
I was stuck in inside of dreams, coming off something pretty strong
And you could've been fair
You could've been ruthless like the other girls in love with the war
Down at the summer fair in heartswarm
Dearest darling, no one's in it for the long haul
Look here, Kelly, no one's in it at all
I was coming off something particularly strong
You had your gloves on
They looked fucking brutal as a storm
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If you're uncomfortable with silence
Let me shower you with these silly violets
You can listen to the petals as they spin
And they settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
But my voice is tired, and my voice is rough
And my arms are tired, and my eyes are...
It's the kind of day
Where lovers stay home
I know you know the pain
I know you know the pain of entering your name
Into the lottery again and again
And, oh, I know, oh, I know
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle for your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
My voice is tired, my voice is rough
My arms are tired, and my aim is off
So get ready
I am the ice
And I am the volcano
Que sera sera
I am the bow and I am the arrow
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I thought I was on the inside
But now I know it's still a secret
The three of us together forever in debt
I sat down and took a number
At the table where death resides
Borrowed an ascot to cover my eyes
From the flame that awaited
Now these beautiful days just seem dated and fine
I thought I was on the inside
But now I know it's still a secret
The three of us together forever in debt
I sat down and took a number
At the table where death resides
Borrowed an ascot to cover my eyes
From the fame that awaited
Now these beautiful days just seem dated and fine
I sat down and took a number
At the table where death resides
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Peace (peace)
No peace (no peace)
No friends coming back from Greece
No bombs to ensure there's a ceasefire cease
And no cascades
No savage detectives to evade
And you will never see the alligator's glade
Where Agamemnon drowned the violent night shade
Peace
No peace
No crystal cathedral to lease
No no dancing in the basement must immediately cease
By the order, by the order of the Grand Diocese
And the important event to behold (to behold)
Is when we purge the terror in your bones (terror in your bones)
And the important event to behold (to behold)
Is when we purge the terror in your bones (terror in your bones)
Oh when we purge the terror in your bones (terror in your bones)
We gonna purge the terror in your bones (terror in your bones)
No peace (no peace)
No peace (no peace)
'Cause you will never fear the alligator's teeth
And you will never have protection from the drunken police
The dancing in the basement oh darling must cease
And the important event to behold (to behold)
Is when we purge the terror in your bones (the terror in your bones)
And the important event to behold (to behold)
Is when we purge the terror in your bones (terror in your bones)
We gonna purge the terror in your bones (the terror in your bones)
We gonna purge the fear in your bones (the terror in your bones)
We gonna purge the fear in your bones (the terror in your bones)
We gonna purge the fear in your bones (the terror in your bones)
Oh-oh-oh no suicide
Oh-oh-oh (no suicide)
(No suicide) [repeated until the end]
Hold on to the edge no suicide
Hold on to the edge no suicide
Hold on to the edge no suicide
No suicide, hold on to the edge no suicide
No suicide, hold on to the edge no suicide
As a sailor sails on sin
As a sailor sips his vodka and his gin
As a sailor sails on sin
As a sailor drinks his vodka and gin
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there's a hand at dusk
in the wake in the water its mine
can you take the palm of it
for every time you change your mind
you are the flesh of skin
seen through the leaves of anxious trees
the summer's touch just above the knee
just above the knee
there's architecture here
and there are mountain peaks
and places dwelled upon by those
who climb much higher than me
like so many miles you are compiled
into books of maps by men with hands
can you believe that we will all get old
it's getting old i know, i know
i'll hold your hair back when you're sick
it's getting old i know, i know
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
it's getting old i know, i know
you still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dress
it's getting old
it's getting old
the emperor of time has been stationed
devidends melts into all forms of light (?)
i shall crack his bone
and chase him to far shores of the sea
implicate my dark appetite
the emperor of time has been stationed
when the paper ends, it melts into all forms of light (?)
i shall crush his bone
and chase him to the white shores of the sea
implicate my appetite
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Dotty fails to see
that the nets have been flung
and Dotty opposes all creation:
though the constable is waiting in his car
though her husband shifts and shambles and rails
against the generations that have made them
what they are
And Richard is lame he drags and stumbles
He orates to the ingrates as the earth creaks and rumbles
Oh Richard your sun has dipped into the ground!
When the Orioles have chirped
you shall creak you shall crumble
and cascade into the darkness
where your pail cracks and crumbles
Dictionaries are going to define your climb
Oh Richard you are lost because you could never
properly plumb the depths of those that you scorn
Oh Dotty is gone, it's a shame that we stood by:
The orphans tried to break the constable's brace--
I know it.
Oh Richard is lame he drags and stumbles
He orates to the ingrates as the earth creaks
and it rumbles
Oh your sun has dipped into the ground
Oh when the Orioles have chirped
you shall creak you shall grumble
and you shall cascade into the darkness
where your pail creaks and crumbles,
dictionaries are going to define your climb...
Dotty fails to see
that the nets have been flung
and Dotty opposes all creation:
though the constable is waiting in his car
though her husband shifts and shambles and rails
against the generations that have made them
what they are
Oh Idiot masterful Idiot
Conjugated weasel stealing clear diesel behind the bar
I hope they get away!
But I don't think they are goin' to get away!
Dotty's being taken away in the car!
Dotty's being taken away in the car!
Gonna cut the brakes in the car!
Oh Richard you're lost like Perdita was!
Perdita crashes the party, and punches through the wall,
crying that there is a black falcon
wringing its claws out
in HELL!
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