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green
02:13
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in a land where i speak
without me as an object distracting from the concept
the burden of relief
(in a land that speaks only with its eyes - no language, no dildos, no fucking laws....you fucking, farting robots! suck my dead pig, suck my dead pig!)
in a land where i sleep
with no one in the contest to ride the rising rocket
the burden of release
in a land where i see the green
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comet
01:55
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a starship in the night
leaking leftovers of light
i've been signalling your scene
through everything
a rocket on the rise
fake your name to get inside
it's wrapped around my feet
through everything
a turning of the tide
intent to fuck me up inside
and strangle out my dreams
of endless green
(angels, just like i'm in heaven)
a love that is a lie
it's an alien, a bride
can the comet make us clean
of everything
comet, make us clean
of everything
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3. |
this time
02:26
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all the talk is bent
and all that was just went
i've lost the hope to be in on the joke this time
i've lost the hope in the holy ghost this time
isolationary
no way to repent
robbed of every cent
i've lost the hope to be in on the joke this time
i've lost the hope in the holy ghost this time
isolationary
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alien angel
02:29
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alien angel, a dream that bleeds in me
a temporary promise between that woooooooo
alien angel, this green doesn't need to leave
put the sun inside your pocket between that woooooooo
alien angel, it seems to me that we
can read each others' vomit between that woooooooo
alien angel, you may know the concept
of praying for the comet to ease that woooooooo
that woooooooo-ooooo-oooo
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i hoped that you wouldn't see me
now that i'm out on the guillotine block-
-ing out all the dearest pictures
a perfect past-tense monologue
i hoped that you wouldn't see me
now that i'm back on the calendar call-
-ing back to the faintest whisper
of front-porch midday dialogue
i hoped that you wouldn't see me
now that i'm tied the tumbleweed talk-
-ing through all the boring fixtures
the leftover life catalog
i hoped that you wouldn't see me
now that i'm locked in the currency crawl-
-ing down to the same remainder
a daily deadlocked epilogue
now that i have climbed every wall
only to watch them fall
i hoped that you wouldn't see me
now that there is nothing to see
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6. |
love song
00:41
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green:
i hope that you can coat the sky
to show that rocket's not supposed to fly
green:
defend the angel alien
and send the end of comet plans again
green:
you have a place in me
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7. |
mr. morton
01:39
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mr. morton climbed up the stairs
mr. morton climbed
mr. morton rhymed pretty words
mr. morton rhymed
mr. morton is lonely
mr. morton is
mr. morton never wanted to exist
but the predicate said he did
so he did
mr. morton is me and you
what the predicate says we do
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8. |
plead
02:41
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exploring normalcy
the need to be exactly what i seem
no cure for your disease
the seeds are sprouting into boring trees
deploring all i see
i bleed i see the green is leaving me
we can't afford to breathe
so plead
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