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outro
00:47
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slim shadow, empty zero
you were just a hollow guest
a badger and a bully
bruise, blood or blister, at your best
with welcome wearing, so past worn
love is forsaken
love is forlorn
slim shadow, empty zero
you were just a tired ghost
meager immaterial
a minor visitor, at your most
with welcome wearing, so past worn
love is forsaken
love is forlorn
slim shadow, empty zero
sad shiver passing through, on the route to something new
a bowl of blades could’ve loved me better
than you could never
never even try
an icy breeze in the blink of an eye
blinl of an eye
blink of an eye
slim shadow, empty zero
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gutterball
01:58
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my heart lines the lanes at the bowling alley
take all these gutter balls to suit my fancy
cause i don’t care to be your one and only
i’d rather leave my love at the bowling alley
you’re crass and you’re clean
but you don’t get what I mean
when i say NO not today
i’ve got a pocketful of dates to keep
to keep
to keep
from creeping close to me
and then you’ll see
yeah you’ll see
finally get what i mean
when your hands are empty
and mine are interlaced with someone else
in some other time and other place
it’s not a race
it never was
and i can’t stand to run
because you broke
both of my legs
yeah you broke
both of my legs
and my heart too
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ode to patti
02:52
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day in the life of an obsessive compulsive label maker
it’s just hopeless semantics,
not so much romantic
as it is, functional
lost the fun when i learnt to run
i could get places faster
it’s all that seems to matter
these days, these days
equal parts chaos and control
i’m learning to roll with the punches
get where I need to go
find what I need to know
and finding it’s written in days before
and thanks to patti smith
for awakening my spirit
for a short minute
remind me of limitless possibilities
creating without caution and
YOUTH
tasting like a lemon that you can’t spit out
even when you want to get rid of it
it’s a lemon that you can’t spit out
even when you want to spit it out
you can’t spit it out
spit it out
spit it out
you cant spit it out
and now i’m editing out
all the contracts that i made with myself
in a lesser mindset
when i would forget
how to honor my self
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r.i.p. grenadine *
02:33
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backs break everyday
can’t stay down or stay put
so hard to read the right hand
so hard to step the right foot
forward
and wheeling on
and well past the tall grass
that lines the graveyard
r.i.p. grenadine
it’s death to something sweet
not that we really knew what we were eating,
anyways
r.i.p. grenadine
it’s death to who I used to be
now i’m panicking manipulative flattery
ahhhhh, ahhhh
caught a hangnail like a moment of weakness
ripped it off and kept on walking
are you aware of how you daydream
don’t get excited
i wont confuse you
or upset the balance
when i view you, staring like a statue
and now you can’t move,
because what i do to you?
accidentally read the message you wrote to me
that’s what happens when you don’t shutter things properly
because pressure is an equation
that i learnt in school
and you played my fool
while i learned how to release it
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love me
lead me
loathe me into the next century
lash me
leash me
leave me if you must
fool me and
fight me
you don’t need to like me
fear me or
feed me
just please don’t breed me
there’s already too many of us
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