Founds total 12 songs
Watermark
I count to three and grin. You smile and let me in. We sit and watch the wall. You paint it purple. . Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace.
Sounds Familiar
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow. And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives. Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know.
Slips And Tangles
Neon lights and slinking purple skies. Squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives. I greet another door that opens in. To that place where we repeatedly begin.
Relative Surplus Value
Find the airport, 7 a.m.. My heart pumping pure mini-bar. Sit on the concrete by the carts. And some girl throws a dime in my lap. . You won't be laughing when you hear.
Plea From A Cat Named Virtue
Why don't you ever wanna play?. Tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now and you. Don't eat much of anything. . I don't know who you're talking to.
Left And Leaving
My city's still breathing but barely it's true. Through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you. All sparkled with broken glass.
Illustrated Bible Stories For Children
Morning bright, rise. Go over your lines. Iron your carefully crafted disguise. . We'd all like to sing. It's easy to sigh. To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies.
Exiles Among You
Body is a difficult sister. And she loves her. And hides her somewhere in herself. Safe from harm. . She's barely coasting into a paycheck. Stuck on empty.
Diagnosis
I have a headache, I have a sore back. I have a letter I can't send. I have desire, it falters and falls down. It calls you up drunk at three or four a.m..
Confessions Of A Futon-revolutionist.
Held like water in your shaking hands. Are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means.
Anchorless
They called here to tell me. That you're finally dying. Through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba. Prairie's pulling at the. Pant leg of your bad disguise.
(hospital Vespers)
Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick. Scrabbled down the hallways yelling, "Yahtzee!". I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic. Something called, "The politics of lonely".
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