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Antarctic Sun
03:09
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"i am a supernova!" said the aviator
as he stepped out on the icy island.
the old man cackled,
turned his bony back and sat
bare upon the ice in the cold antarctic sun.
in the cold antarctic sun!
the old man said,
"if you could use your tears to raise the dead
i'd have never lost my wife,
but what's done is done."
and still the wilted, withered, dried, embittered,
frantic dancing masses sing their praise
to he who saves them from the cold antarctic sun.
from the cold antarctic sun!
my vessel wrestled a bank of clouds!
speeding the still warm and breathing
to the safety of my house
but they seemed as something
septic in the angles of my empty attic
scales have been upset
by lesser things than what i've done.
blackened, broken, bruised and battered
spirit left inside.
return to do my penance i
to the cold antarctic sun.
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Seeds
03:07
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innocence is sacred, oh sometimes
i guess if it makes it from sunshine to sunshine
cynicism is sacred, well alright
i guess it gets me from moonlight to moonlight
we planted seeds so that flowers may grow
what it means to the seeds, though, we’ll never know.
breathing smoke trying not to scream
so you came and said to me
"everything is alright," i said, "well, alright
but what does that mean to me?"
we planted seeds so that flowers may grow
what it means to the seeds, though, we'll never know.
we were born angels but i
traded my wings for hands
fled the sea to lie here
clutching your hand
gave up my vision trying to see
gave you my heart
trying to be free
innocence is sacred, well sometimes
only if it makes it from sunshine to sunshine
cynicism is sacred, well alright
i guess it keeps me right here by your side
we planted seeds so that flowers may grow
what it means to the seeds, though, we'll never know.
we were born angels but i
traded my wings for hands
fled the sea to die here
clutching your hand
gave up my vision trying to see
gave you my heart
trying to be free
we planted seeds so that flowers may grow
what the flowers would need, though, we didn’t know
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Poker Face
03:45
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he's been watching you for weeks
tonight he puts you to sleep
calls in an emergency
dispatch sends out the call
what they don't know at all
he was with you all along
he will make you his
take souvenirs home with him
he's got all the time
he needs to watch you die
why is he taking that? it's mine.
i see the gleam in his eyes
watching the blade trace lines
i don't remember being clean
or smelling quite as sweet
as he cuts, i drift off to sleep
he will make me his
take pieces of me home with him
he's got all the time
he needs to watch me die
if he could keep you he would
like a good man should
but the smell of you would
alert the whole neighborhood
he's been watching this new girl
for a couple weeks
tonight he puts her to sleep
but all his thoughts turn to you,
pretty fairy buried deep
'neath our dirty feet
he must leave this new whore
and recover you before
he is overcome with distress
losing you would be his death
he will make you his
exhume you and take you home with him
you are everything in his eyes
his precious little prize
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Crab
04:31
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i'm the banana by which the bunch is measured
everyone looks to me
whenever help is needed
oh, they look to me
it pleases me to know my place
i don't need anyone but me
crab
so let me be
i make the best floral arrangements for kings and queens
delicacy, elegance, and beauty
my sight is dim, my soul is weak, but when i bleed
delicacy, elegance, and beauty
whenever these are needed
they look to me
i don't need anyone but me
crab
so let me be
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Nothing
03:21
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when the morning come and the sun do rise
it heat so up it burn my eyes
i turn my back on the sky
when the morning come and the sun do rise
i turn my back on the sky, how could you abandon the night?
but i don't mind
as long as i’ve got nothing
well the grass it grow beneath my feet
and the buffalo yeah they need to eat
so i take a walk and i touch the tree
and she burn me
yeah, she burn me
but i don't mind
as long as i’ve got nothing
ocean open up. it swallow me
it deep so much that i can't breath
but mermaid come, yeah, she rescue me
make me some kind of prophet at bottom of the sea
so lonely
i just tell em bout this world dried up and lonely
but i don't mind
as long as i’ve got nothing
nothing
yeah, nothing
nothing
nothing
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7. |
You
02:03
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you don’t know if you loved me, do you?
well i’ll give you a clue
you used love like a pretty pistol and
it was all about you
you don’t care how you hurt me, do you?
do you? do you?
now i don’t care what you say about me
even if it’s all true
i lay awake at night
trying to be alright
i wake to break up fights
between nothing, and nothing
you don’t know if you loved me, do you?
well, i do. i know. i do.
i do.
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