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P.A.R.S.S.
01:39
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Someday, I’ll have more roses than I can hold.
They’ll spill through my fingers,
And kiss the waters,
And float away.
And float away.
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Body Bag Audition
02:35
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Dancing by the temple after service hours.
Got no motivation, much less inspiration.
Wading in the water, chasing down the shade.
The drift undoes the stones, and time and luck the rest.
Bodybag auditions, we hold them after dark.
Come try on the skin, come spend time without.
Show me what I once was, show me what I’ll be.
Will I be what I wanted, or just as I am?
Show me what I once was, show me what I’ll be.
Will I be what I wanted, or just as I am?
Bodybag auditions, we hold them after dark.
Come if you feel ready, come if you are not.
Floating down the river after morning prayer.
The drift undoes the stones, and time and luck the rest.
Show me what I will be, I’ll see what I want.
Tell me what I once was, I’ll be what I’ll be.
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3. |
When I Knew You
04:06
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Hold the needle
have the serpents mass
I will not fear them
when it comes to pass.
Beyond this light
the night is thick with eyes
Their tongues divide
Their bodies join with mine
(I float away)
When I knew you
you were father-warm
My god on the mountain
Your peak was my own
When I knew you
You were all and more
My god on the mantle
I worshiped you
I had your song
before I had a name
We had our dance
I thought it’d stay the same
You dim the room
and fill my hands with flowers
We had our song
but all the notes have changed
The notes all changed
You strung me out
and played me with a smile
You strung me out
and played me with a smile
A gentle kiss
A father’s love
But I knew you
You were all and more
My god gave me flowers
I worshiped you
I knew you
But only then
I hold all the roses
They spill and they spill and
they spill and they spill and
they spill and I fall and
(I float away)
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Day
02:54
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Prop a gate to night so she can sneak over the wall.
Through the garden, past the door,
Up the stairs, into our room.
She can pour herself into your pores and pour herself right out.
So I can have what I've pursued, and not a pale imitation.
Not the moon.
I can feel her melt between my arms and move into my veins.
Intravenous dust, symbiotic rust.
Night falls on what is; what was my last day.
Stay away.
Give it back.
I am yours.
"I want to be honest, I want to be frank:
I don't know what will happen when that curtain draws back.
But I know that I'm wanted, and I know what I want.
I want everything."
What is that that's always following behind you?
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