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the streets are lively
the buildings go sideways
the moon strikes midnight
the night shines like silver
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
the lights are sirens
the buildings are singing
the planet is dancing
the city is talking
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
and we all meet up downtown
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on your porch
04:01
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i could spend a million lifetimes
chain smoking on your porch
when you stared into my lens
the scans stared back, turned to be sore
too old to be this foolish
we grow cold to get us through it
stones fold, reveal their purpose
a trite trick sent from a sadist
selfishly, i wish i could be
someone you adore
i wonder when we were drunk
if my body felt, to you, a chore
too old to be this foolish
we grow cold to get us through it
stones fold, reveal their purpose
a trite trick sent from a sadist
i never thought i might ever kiss you
when the sun’s up, will i be with you?
roll over, it’s not over
roll over, it’s not over
until the breakfast spot 86s egg
too old to be this foolish
we grow cold to get us through it
stones fold, reveal their purpose
a trite trick sent from a sadist
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marionette
04:00
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i know there are cities where the vaudeville stops
can i stay with you after the vaudeville show?
i don’t want to think about what culture costs
can i perform all the poems that your keen eyes sought?
i want to be your marionette
tie my hands to a string
i think you’d make a pretty nice puppeteer
freeze me in porcelain
what’s it take to audition?
i’ve been stuck in the audience
on call to play a part for you
i’m waiting for your directions
please pick me up and get me out of this place
put me to work where two steady hands sing
to be your puppet is a rich guy’s game
i don’t have much, but i could act the same
i want to be your marionette
tie my hands to a string
i think you’d make a pretty nice puppeteer
freeze me in porcelain
what’s it take to audition?
i’ve been stuck in the audience
on call to play a part for you
i’m waiting for your directions
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4. |
eastern promenade
04:20
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tracing patterns of thought
i am only what i’m not
defined by the scrolls you carve into my skin
root-like veins that seek to see the sun
a severed symmetry that seems to collide with
obligatory methods to waste your precious time
if the clock starts yesterday, then shatter it, right?
if today is tomorrow, then the love is still alive
she’s crawling on the vessel, wish that i could know
swollen lymph nodes, illness isn’t simple
tracing patterns of thought
i find myself a sickly air to breathe
a severed symmetry that seems to collide with
obligatory methods to waste your precious time
if the clock starts yesterday, then shatter it, right?
if today is tomorrow, then the love is still alive
find yourself, crumpled in the trash
you’re crying loud, you’re hurt real bad
if it helps, you can tell your little self
that it was all dream, you can go back to sleep
you got lost, hoping to get caught
but it’s raining now and no one’s out
so you go to the beach to do some thinking
find what energies need rekindling
looking out on the eastern prom.
you see now that you were wrong
you stare down for your mental health
you stare down and repeat to yourself:
the ocean is big and i don’t know what’s in it
the ocean is big and i don’t know what’s in it
the ocean is big and i don’t know what’s in it
the ocean is big and i don’t know what’s in it
the ocean is big and i don’t know what’s in it
the ocean is big and i don’t know what’s in it
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i was there with you when you first tried acid
the world got weird and you got scared
of words’ ambiguity
after you came down, went back to park avenue
i stayed up alone on the twelfth floor
and watched as the sun came back around
it’s been three years now since i last saw you
i’ve been changing, i’ve gotten too thin
worn down waiting for any good luck
we weren’t thinking that the earth was spinning
until it’s movement, we couldn’t ignore
just like the first time that you tried acid with me
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malaise
03:24
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i saw it all, i was asleep by the fire
we should turn our affections into a pyre
if you want to, you can kiss me tonight
but we will leave only ash as memento
i try hard, but you don’t even see me
you hate your boss and you hate your industry
i can take the bus a pretty sizeable distance
you don’t talk, but i can tell you’re listening
and i don’t have a word to say to you
there is nothing left to think that’s new
i can’t tell if you are near or far
you seem detached from your corporeal self
we’re stuck in a haze and i’m growing malaise
soon this harvest, we will properly taste
i try hard, but you don’t even see me
you hate your boss and you hate your industry
i can take the bus a pretty sizeable distance
you don’t talk, but i can tell you’re listening
and i don’t have a word to say to you
there is nothing left to think that’s new
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halloween
03:55
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i could be your bushwick baby if you want me to
leave the city, slow down, start something new
you could tether me to aspirational concepts of
wellness i can try but never feel as true as
you make me feel like i’m not just
some sick drug addict on a bench
tompkins, you make me feel like i’m not just
some sick drug addict on a bench
you see me whole and you don’t care
what’s wrong with you? i like your hair
i might pretend i’m your girlfriend
for a week to hurt myself with
what i’m leaving. i hope it doesn’t
end by halloween but i’m glad we met
you see me whole and you don’t care
what’s wrong with you? what’s right with me?
when your band blows up i might get jealous and
not show up to your gigs but i know you’ll kill it
i might die out withered and homeless
up north, thirteen, like virginia thought i would
honestly i still don’t know where i might go
in november, when the rent’s past due
but i hope to find you there
in some familiar air, even if you isn’t you
you see me whole and you don’t care
what’s wrong with you? i like your hair
i might pretend i’m your girlfriend
for a week to hurt myself with
what i’m leaving. i hope it doesn’t
end by halloween but i’m glad we met
you see me whole and you don’t care
what’s wrong with you? what’s right with me?
i’m a girl at your bar
i know i won’t go far but
you know what to expect
you’ve met my shitty friends
i just don’t know
what it is to you, what it is to me
you see me whole but i don’t care
just kiss me stupid, i like your lips
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8. |
clandestino thing
02:26
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don’t take the el, it’s far too late
outside of new york city, i’m afraid, but
there’s not a single person in lower manhattan
who could love my crooked nose, my fucked up face
now i’m mostly fiending for attention
to be seen in a world that rewards the blind
i love myself in ways that no one else can
it hurts more than when i hated every aspect
an unexpected dinner party at beckett’s
she came in with her plastic surgery
maybe in ten years, we’ll all forget that
stupid, little coked up clandestino thing
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