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Anhedonic Moan
02:30
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This is the future, this. The war has ended. Who's arms are these with the fists at the end? You tried to let it go, but you can't. You're damned if you don't, then again you're damned if you dare. Ready? OK... I'll sing it, here; “Honey's howlin, howling again...” We'll practice to be wild. We'll undo all that mild shit. Hedonism and Anhedonia don't mix; but I'll fix for
more from this. I want for the whole bloody mess. Must be the devil I'm more comfortable, more comfortable with.
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The Lady Vanishes
02:26
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Pawing this terrorist in back of a black car. She said, “Assimilate.” I went in, too far. The good little spy within thee provides an overly convincing parody. Tell me more about her - I’ll learn to hate. Devil's in the details – It’s in all her ways. Shaking that cherubic smile from her face. I'm on the lam and I won't dance, I won't dance, I won't dance. Tell me more about us; boy give that ghost away. I conjured you here ‘tis no mystery. It begs why am I in this act anyway? Why’d I choose to be wooed for another day? I am the train derailed. I am plane the mountains impaled What’s among the missing? Boulder, nests, a town, trees. The grace
keeping the knife from me. It’s erased a healthy fear of flying. In her husband’s case, he grabbed the other shoe and threw, he couldn’t wait. Ominous fears withdrew but lord, he doesn’t shake. Now for my next number!: I’ll charm a perfumed parlor snake.
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Early Spring
03:26
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I'm gonna kiss you, kiss you, kiss you. Violence, please! Like knock, knock, knock your head off the door, head off the door. Suck you up from a bad dream into early spring. As the sumptuous sun wiggles his way into the water. Until the moon comes up from the floor. Like all good daughters and their fathers. je t' adore, je t' adore, je t' adore. You rise from a fight-mare, so exciting; cause' in real life your not fighting. It's your soul versus your mind in ordinary time. Punch a clock and occupy. A Grey flannel suit, suits you fine. Except, I tear it off climb you up to your eyes. We explore the floor for the hunt; your admirability; a trophy to mount. Pushy, push you into the floor. I claim you in muddy boots and camouflage. Push your carcass into the carpet, for a lark. This act speaks more to the imaginary stop signs. Not to the wife's detriment; parameters suffocate your soul. Now you vow to 'figure it out.' But our bodies plot against us. Our mouths moan in full revolution, begging for one another; blood on our tongues.
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Deviation
03:01
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Slip into this baby doll, devil baby, slip. It’s easy to fall if you don't hold on so fast to the hips of (tradition). But first, do no harm. Stow your ammunition. Many a days blasted away when we could have passed the time mirrored in each other's eyes and something hot would fly and the universe would slide from our sides, with this devil-doll by your side. Take courage. Take courage. Take courage. Take mine; I'll make up your mind, I'll make you mine. See, I knew you had in him in you. See, I knew you had him in you. See, I knew you had him in you... Slip off of the old moldy shelves; slide into the new you. Slip out from the old molten
selves; his blood blooms into you. Scrape what's left up, what's up left, what's up ahead. Scrape what's left up, what's up left, what's up ahead. Mirrored in each others eyes.
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Father's Eyes
02:47
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Clap your hands and shit; wait for it. Yummy, yummy their leader licks your lips. Wonder why; you never wonder why? Your scan reveals you’re crazy by far; but they love, love, love, that madcap mug of yours. Worship him, one of us; the lights go dim; one of us. He’s his father’s eyes. He’s mother’s diamond light. Red eyes...apple of mine...take a bite. He’s his father’s eyes. He’s mother’s diamond light. Red eyes...apple of mine...take a bite. He’ll foolishly risk the dwindling night, to recruit another acolyte.
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