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welcome back
02:55
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Rusted memories weave and bend
like an aged lattice
suffocating my thoughts
choking out pink elephant dreams
The car broke down weeks ago
we left it outside in a muddy ditch
mossy oak and ferns spiderwebbing all around
(gutter visions and hubcap crowns)
I never thought we’d make it out alive
After your sister got out of the trunk we were off like lightning
I remember your eyes looked like the sand between my toes
And your sister’s moon face shot flames at us
we ran into the misty green night
chasing after the panting beast
Green steam
coffee and cream
lightning flashes of mermaid streams
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when i go out to the show tonight
i've got a feeling it won't sound quite right
when i go out to the show tonight
i won't mind
that's alright
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5. |
velveteen
03:00
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6. |
(dharma noise)
01:43
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7. |
cornfield coughing
03:44
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You think you see me but you don’t see me
You think you see me but you don’t see me
You think you see me but you see yourself
As you want to be as you are not
You think you see me but you don’t see me
You think you see me but you don’t see me
You think you see me but you don’t see me you
see a cornfield coughing dust
A windmill winding effortlessly
You think you see me but you see a silo
A nestled farmhouse coughing dust
A stoic silo coughing dust
You think you see me but you don’t see me at all
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8. |
(sonic death)
01:51
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9. |
pamela's ashes
04:34
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my girl comes to me with ashes
she says take these
I don’t
I don’t know
I don’t know what
to do with the ashes
my girl comes to me with ashes
she says take these
I don’t
I don’t know
I don’t know what
to do with these ashes
and then I say:
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10. |
summer psalm
03:26
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i don't know where i'm comin through
the picture frame the guitar string the book beside the mattress or you
i don't know
the images are buzzin but the the fingerprints won't show
i know that she won't come inside
there's skeletal refractions and there's someone by her side
i don't know
the spiderwebs the morning fog the cool cool cinnamon glow
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Norma Desmond
They took the idols and smashed them, and who've we got now? Some nobodies.
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