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The Chickens
02:56
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No, nothing’s different, so far as I know,
the trees still wiggling in the backyard
your mom and dad reading at home,
and my eyes work despite
the pressure of two points.
The chicken bleeding in the oven.
The ground was sharp, I was walking
with my small feet in the driveway,
and I wanted you to carry me in,
but you can’t touch me, of course.
The rain in Indiana sprayed across the windshield like a hose.
It made me happy, hollow, hard to tell the difference so far as I know.
Do you remember the chickens perched and cooing as I locked them up each night? Well, how could you?
I was alone.
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No Coffee
04:17
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Maybe I’m actually getting better. Than what?
I don’t know, a good thing. Figuring out the cost
better ‘fits to wear out in the sunshine. Hey girl.
Standard body, standard wrist that keeps twisting out
bean water. And the woman pays, she says,
“That’s fine, I’ll keep it anyway. No that’s fine,
but next time, no coffee in the water, ok?”
No coffee in the water. Ok.
Maybe I’m actually fine? I guess it’s totally relative,
but the fly at the window, it can’t seem to get out,
and the wailing, it never stops in this city I thought
I could make a home, because I'm working on being strong. Ok?
Sometimes I think I’ll break whatever I touch, just because it’s so pretty. And sometimes I think I'll break if I ever am touched, if I’m ever that pretty.
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3. |
Nights Up
04:09
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I’ll pull the covers up so that you never touch me again.
I gotta keep my focus on something further than your movement.
No, not what you’re saying, no.
Who are you to fill my mind up?
To come round when the night’s up?
To come round when I said don’t— I’m busy now.
Turn the lights off, I see my way quite well in the dark.
So long as I'm asleep, I won't even hear your knock.
No, not while I’m sleeping, no.
Who are you to fill my nights up?
To come round when my mind’s stuck?
To come round when I said don’t— I’m sleeping now.
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4. |
White Flame
03:26
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Saw you at the party, I was glad that you were there, in my dream. Laughing, you were laughing, drinking coffee, and it seemed that sitting on the floor there, you were at least a little glad to see me.
In the morning, in the real world, with your eyes shut next to me— well I swear that as you lay there, it didn’t seem like you’d be happy to see me. So I'd leave a little note, and I would walk home, already missing somebody.
Yeah, I’d walk home already missing someone I never understood at all, and I walked home already missing my own body, the way it felt when you were looking.
Back there, at the party, looked around, and you were waiting just for me. Happy—I felt happy, I felt like I had somewhere to be. And sitting on the floor there, you looked at least a little glad to see me..
But I woke up already missing someone I never understood at all, and I woke up already missing my own body, the way it felt when you were looking.
So will you tell me why no white flame can heat up the earth at night?
And will you tell me why you don’t run when lightning strikes?
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Heavy Metal Baby
02:36
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I must have had enough to let go of what I imagined could have been us. I thought I spent more time on myself than anyone else, maybe we all do?
Doesn’t matter what you say, I'll hurt my own feelings either way. To let yourself want anything at all, that’s heavy metal, baby!
I should probably get out of bed, and I should probably go outside, and I should probably make some friends. I should find something more interesting to think about, but it doesn’t matter what you do, I'll find a way to hurt myself and make it about you. To even want anything at all, that’s heavy metal, baby!
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6. |
Got Along
02:54
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Got along somehow—
palms pressed to the dirt wall,
the man so mad that he’s
not allowed to cry,
and I lay on the ground,
desperate for a
god to please overtake me!
Let your fingers take the wheel
that won’t stop spinning.
And the men around the fire,
their hands clumsy in the dark,
searching for familiar skin
at the foot of the bed. My eyes blur,
the wet and spinning wheel.
Waiting for the hot rush of air
to come and let me out.
And I got along, somehow.
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7. |
Come Back
02:46
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You’d ask me where I’d go,
and you’d ask me a hundred times but I still do not know.
And you’d tell me to come back,
and you’d tell me a hundred times, but I still wouldn’t come back.
Isn’t it easier now that we’re apart?
Isn’t it easier now that you can restart?
Not for you, but I want to know where it is that I would go
when we’d lie there and suddenly I'd be gone.
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8. |
The Sound
02:52
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If I give myself away, what’s left then?
If I give my time, but then I get it back, and then some?
I wasn’t born yesterday, I won’t be strung along,
but I have so much to say, and I don’t know for how long.
I should go out, but I'm still feeling down.
I should find out what someone new feels like,
but I'm listening for the sound of my own drum.
Hold on — I’m listening for the sound.
I would make a bad tiger. I would make a bad goat.
Seems like I’d run from whatever came out your throat.
And, like the small animals that went up the hill,
seems like I’d run from the noise. It overwhelms me.
But I'll try not to run, I'll do my best.
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9. |
In the Morning
03:05
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Sing a love song. Sing it loud, just how I like it
in the morning, on and on. Under the window,
I will stand, and I will play with a power I can't control.
In the morning, time’s at work, time is working.
In the evening, time's at play, time is playing with my mind
when I fall and hang around for scrapped attention.
At the party, hanging round for better connection.
At the party, falling down... It’s better than staying at home
with the power and nothing I can't control.
In the morning I wake up,
feeling the ache of missing something I never had enough of.
In the evening, in my bed, trying to rest without affection I won’t ever get.
And time is moving, time’s at play,
and everyone's getting a little older every day.
So, sing a love song, sing it loud, just how I like it:
on and on and on and on and on.
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