1. |
Turn It On Again
02:43
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2. |
Charmer
04:26
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If not charming
I'm always being charmed,
but easy beauty's hard to find.
Like the horse encumbered by the cart
I was always flying blind.
I'm useful like a pair of heavy gloves.
I handle things you'd never touch.
I come up close behind the things you love.
Things are always looking up.
And now, a word in praise of distance.
The distant light forgive us our bad skin.
These horrible brutes acquire a vintage.
Bad songs inspire the world to sing.
You could charm nerve damage.
You could charm phantom pain.
You could charm Fukushima.
You could charm Abu Ghraib.
Well, I'm way out here beyond the things that sweat.
My burning eyes ooze your name.
I'm way out hear awaiting judgment after death.
My burning eyes still ooze your name.
You could charm nerve damage.
You could charm phantom pain.
You could charm Fukushima.
You could charm Abu Ghraib.
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3. |
Inside the Shadows
05:23
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4. |
Nightsweat
03:08
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Nighsweat,
this fever's come again
to lift me up.
Oh, no.
Lowered ceilings,
I can feel them,
detest them,
I say the words
but descend
too slow.
Night beyond rest.
Night beyond fear.
Night beyond sleep
Night beyond shame.
Night beyond love.
Night beyond dread.
Night defies time
Night beyond pain.
Night drift,
light steps
on the margins
of the known.
Night beyond rest.
Night beyond fear.
Night beyond sleep
Night beyond shame.
Night beyond love.
Night beyond dread.
Night defies time
Night beyond pain.
Night beyond pain.
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5. |
Intra-Body
03:20
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6. |
Do Survive
02:30
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7. |
Luxury of Regret
06:03
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8. |
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I ran my full animal potential,
exploded my genes
in a snarling heap.
There was more shit than blood
on the floor.
You found a place to calcify,
got to know things,
demanded teeth.
You could say this at least,
I tried.
You set me to repeat.
Riding around in cars
talking trash.
Riding around in cars
talking trash.
Riding around in cars
talking trash.
You set me to repeat
these cattle hours,
these dullard hours.
I'm not running down the clock.
I can't find the sweet spot of the night.
I'm not looking for places
to grind my knife.
Just riding around in cars
talking trash.
Riding around in cars
talking trash.
Riding around in cars
talking trash.
Where are all my crackhead friends?
My dogs? My powers?
My clothes are a mess.
I shower. I don't get clean.
I don't dream of living in trees.
I just dream of things
I've already seen.
Riding around in cars,
talking trash.
Riding around in cars,
talking trash.
Riding around in cars,
riding around in cars.
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9. |
Vast Division
03:42
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10. |
The Keys
02:36
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11. |
Calling Calling
02:36
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12. |
Lovely Rita
02:30
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Indian Jewelry Houston, Texas
now STUDDED LEFT.
2002-2016
From Houston, Texas.
Greasing the chi; exposing the struts.
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