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Chloe
02:15
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1. Chloe
She's undecided, she's a pretty girl that doesn't bleed.
But once a month she'll leave a pretty mess for me to clean.
..And when the flood dries up I'm gonna make her smile.
She waxes gray but that's just her style.
Cycle out, it's right then wrong again.
Now disappear behind denial and make believe you are a child.
Before you're found, before they find you make me proud.
She's a cunt, she's such a pretty girl when she's asleep.
All bathed in milk, with such a pretty face it's tough to breathe.
To touch the dust I must dive deep beneath her hair.
She waxes backwards, but I don't care.
Recovering isn't denial. Forgetting faster than a child.
Until you're found, you're accidental.
You're inessential until you're proud.
It's right then wrong again.
Cycle in, it's wrong then right again.
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The Third/The Fourth
04:33
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2. The Third/The Fourth
Every man is amazing. Every boy is amazed by daddy's shadow.
What an active growth.
Every man is a mountain. Every girl will attempt to climb that ladder.
What a show.
Dangerous trees, exploding seeds.
(All of which seems ordinary, all of which seems sane.)
Dead distortion, soft machine.
(All of which seems ordinary.)
The third is in progress; wait and wonder.
Every day is amazing. Every moment, a different dirty shower to scouer.
Every night brings tomorrow. Every vein is a river flowing outward.
Why count the minutes? Count the hours.
Ageless youth, forever new.
(All of which seems ordinary, all of which seems sane.)
Timeless beauty, chosen few.
(All of which seems ordinary, all of which seems sane.)
Penis envy, something blue.
(All of which seems ordinary.)
The fourth is in session; push it through.
Should we coincide, come clean. Mean what you say.
With our compromise in place, come easy, come between.
We agree only when we don't compete.
Should we vomit up our meal, we'll eat our waste.
With our compromise in place we shall cooperate.
I agree. (..and I agree)
We agree, and we alone decide the time between.
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Startrippin'
02:25
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4. Startrippin'
I was dead in a civilized way, but that all seems far behind me now.
I am certain but haven't been saved. But that's all so far behind me now.
You deserve the most but won't receive it.
If you're always trippin' what's the difference dog?
Don't take the lead, just stay in front of me.
If not now, is it worthwhile hanging on?
So what if it's all fixed?
I was dead in functional way, but that all seems far behind me now.
I am certain but cannot be saved. But that's all so far behind me now.
You deserve the most but won't receive it.
If you're always trippin' what's the difference meow?
Don't take the lead, just stay in front of me.
Not now.
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Juniper
02:28
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5. Juniper
..And with the first five out of the way, we can be nasty.
Juniper's a cave.
Candles show the way. Her candle lights my way.
But candles burn out, lady, please don't be acting strange.
Write your favorite song on a pretty page.
I'll read it every night.
..And for the first time I am afraid we could be happy Juniper stays.
Stays and never leaves.
I remember getting there late, turning back acting like I'd lost my way.
Asking directions, walking home when I'd really like to stay.
I remember thinking things are great,
When after my laughter nothing even has to change.
I mean, we were to late to the first place.
(A winner doesn't shiver. A winner doesn't shake.)
You arrange me, oh god, please play my game.
You don't need to think, baby, choose a ride.
So we can wait in line.
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Interstate Drug Song
03:55
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6. Interstate Drug Song
In the middle of the road, what can happen?
Now I wish that I was safe.
In the middle of the road, at the center of the earth, what could happen?
Now I wish that I was safe.
One thing's for certain, we've changed.
Nothing else after you, we are compatible.
Trust me, stay.
In the middle of the road, what can happen?
Now I wish that I was safe.
One things for certain, we've changed.
No one else after you, we are compatible.
Take the chance, we all lose. Trust me.
Always must we pick the nights apart?
We want back the days that didn't start.
Must we always take the blame for what never happened.
It didn't have to ever start.
I don't need to know. You might need to trust me.
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Saxon Glory
23:48
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8. Saxon Glory
We dine underwater. We bequeath the moat.
We defend the dissonance that keeps us afloat.
We defeat the martyr. We defend the truth when truth is nothing but suit.
We must serve the purpose, despite what they can't prove.
We glorify the circus, but else can we do?
I wouldn't wish this upon you.
..But none the richer.
We don't deserve your pennies, yet we receive the most.
Enchanted by the glow reflected off the shit we throw.
We relieve the front line. They retreat but understand we'll cover their loss.
We complete the circle, baby. We compile the fruit.
The aftermath is funny because you're not there to dispute.
So we cry: Victory is futile.
Why believe in tension, terror, indifferent discourse?
We must serve the purpose, despite what they can't prove.
We glorify the circus, but else can we do?
I wouldn't wish this upon you.
..But none the richer.
When the water starts to rise, as the guilty stand in line.. I will take my time.
Should the orders make you mine, I will take my time.
Should we face the rising tide, should nobody take my side.. a soldier knows my eyes.
When age reveals disguise, I will take my time.
I'll choose my battles wisely.
Tomorrow we fight.
When the water starts to rise, reveal the whites of my eyes.
Only I possess what's mine.
Even as the stars align, I must take my time.
I will break my back to make it mine.
I will take to fiction once revised by magic, why?
Bills are paid with lives. Wars are waged in fives.
I'll choose my battles wisely. Tomorrow, we fight.
We die with each other. We've survived the war.
We've defended defiance though that's all we were.
We've defeated demons. All we've learned is somethingness is better than none.
Still we must serve the purpose, despite what they won't prove.
We glorify the circus, but else can we do?
I wouldn't wish this upon you.
..But none the richer.
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Woman Question?
02:39
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9. Woman Question?
Evil: Aren't you going to try my baby's faith?
I'd like to say: "We no longer need your fever dream."
Don't pretend that you were there to listen.
And furthermore, aren't you only my soft invention?
So what?
You will always need me.
I am within your reach.
We complete the circle constantly.
Jesus: Aren't you going to hand my head to me?
I'd like to say: "You turn your cheek but can't save face."
Isn't anyone there to listen?
And furthermore, how is it you're making my decisions?
Forgive me lord, but you were only my invention.
So what I'm thinking, I'll start speaking now:
You will always want me.
I am within your reach.
We complete the circle constantly.
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Immediate Family Portland, Oregon
Immediate Family is what happens when I (Brett) work on something for so long that I learn to stop worrying and love the process again and again and again and
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