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i am the watchtower
sitting in your shoes
wondering why the moth won't fly
i am your lighthouse
sitting in some soup
i want to live inside your eyes
your eyes
i am your monastery
sleeping into you
you know your cat's a funny guy
i am your windmill
blowing through the skies
i want to live inside your eyes
your eyes
you sleep into my fibers
your boots stain my floor with mud
your sound fills my lungs
your blood pumps through me
you're swimming in my skin
your breath seeps through my walls
open the blinds and let the light in
crack open my windows
i am your slaughterhouse
lying in your tomb
waiting for the train to come
i am your post office
writing in your room
i want to live inside your eyes
your eyes
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mother, sister, nurse
03:01
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ants lined up in rows
ripples in the cathedral
signatures on letters
shifting in your seat
your ursine veil
draped in gold pelts of blood
hands obscured by the light
your jewelry is inlaid with mud
looming sleeper car
equipped with an air brake
spikes contorting limbs
forked head left on a stake
she comes in jagged and sterile
stitches from my neck
fall out in pools of iron and silk
silver reflecting the eyes unfamiliar to mine
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stag's head motel
02:39
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Jam packed from floor to floor in my animal house made for four
Antlers adorn every door with the lucky few looking on in scorn
My deer, a dear friend of mine
sits at the table his mouth in a line
Picks up a fork
Looks down at his plate
the venison fills him with such distaste
My love, what a lovely voice you have
Why do you always sing that song? You know it makes me sad
Belt out all your notes, put on a charade
But when the curtains close, you laugh it all away
My dear, a deer friend of mine
Tends to the fire, he runs out of time
Puts down his pipe
Sits down at his place
With trembling hands
They're all saying grace
My deer,
Where have you been?
It's cold in your bed
And you're soon to be wed
My dear,
Your face is all gone
And there's smoke on the lawn
While your house is still on fire
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argentavis
02:49
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Once I was a bird
On your shoulder I could rest
Looking through your telescope
The sun had risen in the west
I have risen too
You have crafted me anew
You've sewn me a new pair of lungs
Have I honored you???????
I will fly above the world
Beyond your cloudy skies
And when the ground is shattering
You will hear my lonely cries
I’ll bury you with what you’ve made
In our windmill you can rest
Should I finish what you left
Was it meant for me?????
Have I honored you?
In my lonely palace I sit above your town
I meant to give them flight but then the people began to drown
So now Ill leave them to themselves
Without their bonds to the sky
They’ll do what I told them everyday
And they won’t question why
Their heads are full of fish and corn
And their ears are full of salt
They can hear the ocean through their noses
They don’t know that it’s my fault
Now they live everyday in a different mind
I only meant to do you good, how was I so blind??........:"((((??:((((((??(?((:(((:(::(:(:(:(:(:
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aviators pt. 2
02:56
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I saw you in the clouds
You never will come down
Claws soled with electricity
Dance on top of thunderclouds
Wide wings construct your tower
Looking up at me, relinquish all your power
Are you real? Do you fear what you’ve created?
Let me out of here, a flight unfit for aviators.
It’s not your fault if I break the barrier down
It’s not your fault (the world is so wide)
It’s not your fault if your shadow haunts this town
It’s not your fault (the ground is so far)
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault (has time passed you by?)
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swan song (intermission)
00:45
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incoherent noises
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st. icarus & speedwell
02:39
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I wonder what the sky looks like from where you are
I'll wonder when the tide rolls in if you're really all that far
When the thunder's loud, does it fill you up with dread?
The sea keeps lurching on, but ships sunk into your bed
You're drawn to me like a hook to a fish
Floating through the sky- I'm your satellite dish
There was nothing left to say
When the earth bloomed into a tidal wave
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porcine quilt
04:28
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It takes a while
To feel your arms
I’m growing older
Maybe you’ll find comfort in the little things
Kept inside
A restless body
With your crooked heart
And lungs unfolding
May you still find comfort in the little things
Can you get the door
I won’t be stuck inside
Anymore
But I still don’t want them to see
the little things
Mind is slipping away from me
Fell asleep in the walls with a blanket
Our hands are cold
I don’t enjoy your company
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Hello everybody: ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, good evening! I am your host, Duck Templeton! Get your dancing shoes on ‘cause we’re live at the storm cellar with Janky Changus and the Carousels!
drinking a margarita, licking off the salt
until my driver said, “we have to halt”
cause there’s a storm coming our way
i hope i live to see another day
with piercing eyes and dark red lips
she leaned into me and stole a kiss
she never thought she’d fall for him
but then he hooked her with a grin
the wind was blowing through a dark blue sky
their love made them feel like they could fly
she came around another day
when the tides were high and the sky was gray
she told me it would never work
and that i was a big fat jerk
i cried and cried and thought i was dying
i looked down at the devil and saw he was smiling
he smiled because he had a plan
to destroy the god of this animal land
to subvert the plans of public good
he smiled because he understood
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Put me in my person suit
I have nothing to prove to you
I hope that when we die maybe ill get to be buried next to you
Masks and gloves and scarves and hats
Waiting for my face to crack
But I cant, cant crack a smile, cant crack a frown, cant crack your head so put me down
Stuff me with my robot parts
Tear my hands and legs apart
Make sure to keep my eyes so I can sit and watch you fuck me over
Moving slow with repetition
Endless snow leaves my joints hissing
Please don’t stand so close to me you’ll freeze and ill be left with you eternally
Hail, it cant be good for you
A person with better things to do
How can I convince you you’ll be better off without me, And my watchful gaze
You know it turns
My stomach when I lie to you
Ill always burn my bridges you’re no different, still I tell you and you stay
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living in your letters
icon by deli dousias
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