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Princess
04:00
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winter is broken
as she sits, it’s spoken
making the chain run dry
kissing the blades goodbye
a new age of death threats coming
into the new day running
mark me off when I fall
the king has spoken
told of every soldier lost at sea again
unmotivated every time
lost in time
alone this time
they don’t want her this time
mark her off where she falls
but the queen weeps for the head
revolution paused instead
the idiots win this time
alone this time
and the king walks off in shame
princess gone all for a game
there won’t be any winning this time
alone this time
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in line to get my teeth pulled
she came through the door
sat in the other corner
of the room
spark of reaction
have I felt this before?
Pilgrim head says nothing
as we wait
we never talked so I never got her name
but somehow I think it was Ellie
I don’t remember anything
losing bone, driving home
memory of her fading as I blink
a quick sketch for my friends
to prove that this meant something
but I lose her face the harder I think
I don’t know why
was it worth a try?
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Snowing Eyes
01:52
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got comfortable at the right spot
got me out of a tight spot
saved the light from my spot
drove it out and shot it
knowing I’ll never forget
but I’ve come too far to regret
days lost spent
harping on a magic role I’d never fill
the diamond falls and breaks
cleansing my mistakes
snowing eyes and blooming
the threat of hurt not looming
burning past is booming
locked in happiness
a peace where I can’t stress enough
to avoid a mess
oh how the heart aches
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Weather Or Not
02:03
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sun breaks up the night into the light
moon plays off and brings it into sight
weather or not, they’re growing up
soon we’ll have two
up against the world, they’re glowing up
soon they’ll have to
stars make up and shake the sky up right
sky wakes up and takes another flight
right into the night
ride into the night
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Falling Angel
03:19
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when she says she needs your all
where you stand you can’t seem to fall
all the pages ripped out and burned
stuck together so they can’t be turned
I’d beg to disagree
when they say you’re heaven sent
I say give it a rest
would heaven really send its best?
turning over new leaves behind
standing sober yet still blind
wanted wasted years chopped off gone
holding secrets to know you’re wrong
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Hold The Door Open
02:48
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time called, wished me luck
light broke, I’m not stuck
to pass away and give way to the peace I need
but a path to walk and still give way to my dirty seed
waiting on the crowd behind me
staring at the sun that blinds me
walking away from the passing burns
but I’ll hold the door open for my demons
climbing up the walls
falling through and finding it’s not empty
they don’t know I’m here or that they’re here for me
it’s better that way so I don’t really have to fear for me
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Moonlight
02:23
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pass this time
everlasting window of life
spirit guiding higher and higher
lighter and lighter
slower and slower
the waking light
the beams that wash over
the metaphorical rooster so to speak
the window fails to open as it creaks
sunny days don’t last forever
but it’s worth it for the moonlight
sunny days don’t last forever
the window opens and she’s looking in
happily plucking hairs from her Pilgrim head
to feed the toothless children
the cult in rhyme wonder away
orange pamphlets spelling out their rites
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Happy Ending
03:04
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our fate was sealed long ago
how was I supposed to know
we’d still be here facing
not far away chasing
angry erasing
the blood on my hands that isn’t there
from digging tunnels through your hair
pulling thoughts out from my mind
a trail of dirt I never left behind
where’s the heart I made
crafted from the serenades
I sang myself to sleep
sometimes reality’s not that deep
somehow I moved on from that phase
empty and shuddering, writing songs for days
elected to ignore my urges
already fading away
to ensure you would stay
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Her Flaming Absence
03:07
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a hole in her chair
a hole in her spirit
a hole in her heart
a hole in her sky
a hole in her floor
taking apart
her flaming absence burns
golden opportunities that had to wait
her flaming absence burns
a gently crumbling state
the missing face on the painted wall
winking irises to them all
bowing in turn and kneeling down
for the idol in the gown
Here we present: The Lovely Waiting Room, where she first appeared. Her short orange hair sticking out not like much of anything, but still sticking out. Looking vaguely like Grimes, or something. You know the look. Anyway, we kneel for her, we weep for her, and we pray for her return.
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Fear The Future
01:54
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the way you asked me to stay
for the kids you knew you had to have
stations turn to stop signs
patient melts to resigned
it’s not my time to be a settler
the door is open, so out I go
if you see me around, fine, let me know
highways turn to parking lots
old friends turn to robots
it’s not my time to be ready
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Fucking Masochist
06:20
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im finally getting sleep because theres nothing else to do
because im really really trying not to bother you
when the light leaks through the peephole and i knock to change my night
and the conversation stops as i find that i was right
i spot them in the center, eating, laughing, full of heart
i yearn to have the same but i’ve forgotten where to start
the rope they pulled to get there must have been burned before i leaped
and i’m left on my own again
where have i misplaced my friends
lonely eyes break down the mind
think I’ll barricade my life
way to save myself from nothing near
weighing down my options on the table
masochist of loneliness I’m here
but this is probably nothing
and I’m not losing touch
just ‘cause I’m not getting out as much
sitting back behind my eyes
I reach my terror towards the skies
and I’m never really sure where it’ll land
reaching for your hands
coming up short and fearful
emptying out an earful
throwing on my hat again
walking through the snow again
masochist of loneliness I’m near
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Hello Whirled Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Album count: 49.
Release count: 137.
Song count: 1447.
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