1. |
Crack-Up Boom
03:16
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could you calm me down?
take your money out
wait for god to show his hand
pull the strings and move the land
gold from in their mouths
oh, it's coming out
and whatever it takes to keep it safe
they'll do it with or without grace
candles upside down
send the chopper out
all these answers to our prayers
it's just confetti in the air
don't you count me out
i've got it in the ground
in the garden of my head,
my ungovernable friends
all that we're about
holders breaking out
go run to meet them every night at the fire
to laugh at the news and how they try to hide it
we're caught in the crack-up boom
he could turn the page or tear it with his rage
quake, burn, and sing, "now watch what happens next"
kingmakers dance around
he breaks their little necks
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2. |
Growing Out the Asters
03:23
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being made so innocent, what could hurt you more than this?
never one for giving up
hang back here with the worst of us
growing out the asters of your woe
sun-spotting the nectarines, counting on your golden sheaths
looking back and feeling dumb
you've got nothing they really want
growing out the asters of your woe
leave the earth, or live in blood, when all you did was do your job
out swinging iron in the sun
you learned to stay, now learn to run
growing out the asters of your woe
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3. |
Strega Nona
03:06
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something wants to top me off, all plumped up like an apricot
something wants to see my face, it's pulling at the razor veil
hot enough to melt the trap
bending all my fingers back
not like i'd choose to let it go
i can't help myself at all
a million needles all around
holy tree lines, filligree-ing underground
shining beetles
made to take flight
open up like smiling mouths
something says it knew you well from back before both of us fell
something wants to make you shine, it put the diamond in my eye
i get wild, and i love gold
and we're rolling in the honeycomb
not like i'd choose to love you
but i can't help myself at all
a million needles all around
holy tree lines, filligree-ing underground
shining beetles
made to take flight
open up like smiling mouths
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4. |
I Found a Machete
02:33
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i can feel it coming through the deep end
making plans to shake down all the weak hands
unceasing demands, oh when i'm at lowest
how're you gonna cut me off for digging?
i don't take king's coin, and i don't do his bidding
and all that i love is everywhere he's shitting
unclean as my common shoes
walking through my common life
haunting common rooms where i'd
laugh until the morning light
laugh until the morning light
laugh until i mourn
i would flip the handle for the big step
it does not deserve a clean cut or a quick death
as close to the vest as i could ever hold it
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ilahlia Scranton, Pennsylvania
@_ilahlia_
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