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I WAS BORN
02:18
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I was born in the city
put on airs and acting wise
I was born with a cradle at hand let it go let it go let it go
I was born lookin pretty
Put on dress and don't know why
I was born with a paint on my hands let it go let it go let it go
I was born
I come
I was born
Here comes the water ain't gettin out no dryer
Ain't pretty weepin but I ain't gettin out no dryer
I was born knowin plenty
but teachers teach and don't say why
I was born to a crisis of faith oh let it go let it go
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CHILDHOOD
02:58
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baby teeth fall in then fall out like a shark's
like your mom bought you that summer that you ground into your thumb
you couldn't stand the screaming when your parents found the marks
so they hid them but you found them used them put them back in place
And your tomboi was for losing when you reached a certain age
whay you need to, what you cling to, what you learn but never name
And you run from your hunger and your waning childhood don't cry pretty baby cause you know you really shouldn't
dreams of riding ponies warm in dandelion coats
but the boys do what the boys choose
and you know your body's not your own
mutilate your doll parts
cut your face off to spite your nose
cut your hair off strip your nails of every gleaming varnish coat
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COVER YR MOUTH
01:37
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cover yr mouth up w/ glue when i'm comin
hidin yr head do no good i get uglyyy
yrrr mouth is tired and unkind
luvin yrself aint enough aint yr mama
luvin yrself aint enough aint my problem
yr mouths weepy dont u cryy
oh ive been wasting my life gettin on
oh u dont kno oh u dont kno
cover yr mouth up w/ glue and the stitches
bottle yr thoughts toss them out 2 the deep blue ocean
tired and unkind
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CONDO
03:12
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good idea lets put up a condo
new blood is here lets put up a condo
a scaffold of twigs patched with sheetrock and bondo in our town
if you want stuff we can put up a condo
if you need things we can put up a condo
if you want stuff we can put up a condo in our town
I went runnin back to our house
everythings ruined they razed up a condo
view here is fair lets put up a condo
we'll choke out the air with a park n ride scumhole
everythings so great everythings so fine in our town
I went runnin back to our house
everythings ruined and razed up a condo
take a trip downstairs to the bustle and business
where machinery smiles full of coffee and sweetness
glassy eyed storefronts aflash with the teeth bare in your mouth
so if you want stuff we can go get a condo
if you need things we can go get a condo
theres a brand new dance and they call it the condo in your town
I went runnin back to our house
there's a whole line of dancers doin the condo! man it's mondo!
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LEANAN SIDHE
02:55
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If you find I'm what you're looking for
I'll crush your skull and grind your bones for food
If you find I'm what you're looking for
You better mind out for me-ya
I've been holding losing my head up
hIgh believe you must be carelesss
Life we steal, I'll steal your breath tonight
My life to feed on something more that the gentle beat of your pulse
Crush your skull on the rushing rocks
under crashing wave
Tend a sea where you never find out and
You won't mind out for me
I've been holding losing my head up
hIgh believe you must be carelesss
Life we steal, I'll steal your breath tonight
My life to feed on something more that the gentle beat of your pulse
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ANYWHERE
02:20
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Anywhere I go I walk around in my dressing gown
Does she like it? Must do
She walks around in her dressing gown
Anywhere I hear "why's he here dressed so queer?"
Does he like it? Must do
We'll make fags feel how we wan't them to
But I'm a dyke dear
Oh no
Oh no not for you
And I'm not a show
(screams/anguish/frustration)
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LUV IS 1
03:19
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ALMOST CAUGHT
03:51
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h'almost caught you baby
stripped the laurels from your arm
h'almost caught you babe I
pulled the quarrel from your heart
I'm so tired sing another tune
almost caught you baby
but now it's done
almost lost ya baby
to a town I never known
made our hearts a small house
and a place to spend alone
Night's so quiet; sing another tune
almost caught you baby
but now it's done
I quivered at your first touch now we're scared to miss your blood
Turning out our pockets to cut thread that's spun out
I'd bear it out if I could
almost caught you baby
but now it's done
Look at me now I'm just a poor girl
empty bleach to fill my cup
I look back at all these memories
it's a bit too much
Oh don't you weep
don't cry
oh better me, better me
Do you feel it?
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TIME AND RUST
03:40
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I can walk through the wind
I can sing in the rain
I can bring these strings to life
I can walk through the winter of these telephone timbers
They'll mark our graves in time
And the streets we walk were just some crumbling dust
Another statement of decline
Put on a delicate face to hide the desolate places rampant in your mind
And all will fade with time and rust
Fill these scales with gold and dust
Clocks that tick they won't turn to face me
Blue black lips won't speak
The car won't start so we start to talk
The engine block glows red
And the streets I walk all alone at night
Are bright but cold as death
If I tremble and shake at the mess I've made
Forgive me let me stay
If the breaths we breath were ever ill conceived
I would have taken them anyway
And all will fade with time and rust
Fill these scales with gold and dust
Clocks that tick they won't turn to face me
Blue black lips won't speak
And these paper planes with their broken wings
Just tumble down from grace
and from highest high we can watch things die
that we allowed to slip away
We can watch this light fade beneath this sky
beneath this blackened rain
Though the Seventh of December stays a day that I'll remember it's not in the way you say
And all will fade with time and rust
Fill these scales with gold and dust
Clocks that tick they won't turn to face me
Blue black lips won't speak
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HAINT Atlanta, Georgia
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/city's hainted/
H/|][|\|T
the sidereal beast that walks the ways of Terminus Gap--
nexus between worlds-- singing the end of Garx and their boot-licking CyberLords. But is it enough to kill the hand that holds the leash? Or is it the futile keening of one lost?
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