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Human Torch
04:27
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how could this day go wrong?
how could this day go wrong?
how could this day go wrong?
how could this day go wrong?
how can I learn from my mistakes
when all that I touch burns away
and my little smoke alarm is silent
on the kitchen wall - not a chirp at all
how could this day go wrong?
maybe my world is just too brittle
or maybe it’s just my way
oh but when it’s all done, ah the clean up
it takes so long
it takes so long
it takes so long
how could this day go wrong?
how could this day go wrong?
how could this day go wrong?
who’s strong who’s the stronger one now
I’m not having any of that chamomiling around
line up gold diggers! ah!
look who’s on a roll (vent the flu and)
it ignites in a clear line of thought (cinders kick in)
and all that I touch I possess (keep your distance)
and I am not alone I am not alone I am not alone I am not…
how could this day go wrong…
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2. |
Sawtooth
03:52
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what would I do with your love right now
forehead to the door, keep you pounding outside
what could we say’s not already said
you fold your devotion like you make your bed
and I see:
two sets of teeth and two sets of eyes
and sheepskin lies about wasted time
what could I do with that love right now
the alkaline sting of your words in my mouth
what could we say
it’s already dead
you fold your devotion like you bang your head
here’s what I need: a year in your life
we’d sawtooth together, eat each other alive
two sets of teeth and two sets of eyes
I’ll not hear another word about wasted time
you’ll ask if I need a flake of your life
but we’d sawtooth together
eat each other alive
we’ve drawn out the ring
and we’ve chosen our sides
but it all bleeds together
in a shrapnel nightmare
and silence
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3. |
Summer Madness
04:39
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I don’t know how but I lost count
days in the heather and nights in the gloam
lacunas of ‘I don’t remember’
haloed in silver haloed in gold
I filled my pockets up with promises
of the weight of the world
still I would leave this town on my own two feet
if I only knew which way was out
we are a conquest of bellies
and we are the steam rolling off
and we are the light changed forever
we are cicada skins in the lawn
we are the freezer door hanging open
we are the misty kitchen cloud
we would leave this town on our own two feet
if we only knew which way was out
I’ve only stayed for this
I’ve only stayed for this
this summer madness is alive, I’m alive
I’ve only stayed for this
I’ve only stayed for this
this summer madness is alive, I’m alive
somewhere between my house and here I saw the truth
oh, somewhere between my house and here I saw the truth
ah, you won’t believe me, you won’t believe me, ah
you never do
I’ve only stayed for this
I’ve only stayed for this
this summer madness is alive, I’m alive
I’ve only stayed for this
I’ve only stayed for this
this summer madness is alive, I’m alive
alive, I’m alive
I’m alive
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4. |
War Machine
05:08
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don’t ask questions to which you know the answers
am I in trouble? am I in trouble?
don’t ask questions to which you know the answers
what did I do wrong? what did I do wrong?
despite all my feints and dodges
he will read me clean
he will read me clean
don’t ask questions to which you know the answers
and certainly we bruise what we love
and love is prescient to the surrender of
when you struck me
when you bore down
when you ignored me
but you kept me around
I held it back, I slapped my wrist
I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it I nearly said it
why’d you hurt me?
I am a pilot of precision writing red a red-tongued snake licking the words formally prescribed to the page a shining perfect conductive conduit, message sent just as received, perhaps a little cold but there it is I am a war machine
мой дух, Я тебя люблю
and any act in my defense could only ever seem to be
a flash of armor in the field, an act of desperate jealousy
and you would sell me off as soon as it was easy
as if wasn’t there to please as if I wasn’t on my knees
as if I’m only worth the parts
a stack of money and a breeze
and you know well that I could say as much if I was pressed to plea
it was only love it was only love it was only love…
amazing grace: I forgot my name
what’s erased will remain
amazing grace: I forgot my name
what’s erased will remain
I am a pilot of precision writing red a red-tongued snake licking the words formally prescribed to the page a shining perfect conductive conduit, message sent just as received, perhaps a little cold but there it is I am a war machine…
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5. |
Murmurations
01:56
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6. |
Cormorant
03:36
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is this what you wanted
at the end of the night
to stare down your life?
but there you are, black as the question
you’ve been here before
you’ve stood at the door
tell me it’s worth the climb out of my life this time
and call to me every hour to tell me again
and once again I’ve been dismantled
under gin and Jolene
and the Rochester rain
and overhead, heavy booted
you’re searching the rooms
I know that it’s you
oh tell me it’s worth the climb out of my life this time
and call to me every hour to tell me again
and I’ll tell you it’s worth the climb out of your life this time
I’ll call to you every hour to tell you again
is this what you wanted?
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7. |
Amylette
02:54
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I felt something shift when I walked in the room
are your eyes on me now?
and my life goes slack, poured out like lead
are your eyes on me now
I was at a low
I was at a low
I was at a low
you interrupt my fall with your eyes on me now
keep your eyes on me now
I, I’m alright here.
quiet.
are your eyes on me now?
are your eyes on me now?
and my hive goes still
ready to fall - undo me now
I was at a low I was at a low I was at a low
keep your eyes on me now
I was out of love I was out of love I was out of love
keep your eyes on me now...
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8. |
Rooster
04:23
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hear me now
the hunter speaks
I, I’ve got my stripes
I am molting all over
I evolved here and I belong
a rooster learning to call his own name
I, I’ve got my stripes
I am molting all over
I evolved here and I belong
a rooster learning to call his own name
a rooster learning to call his own name
hear me now
the hunter speaks
I, I’ve got my stripes
I am molting all over
I evolved here and I belong
I am molting all over
I evolved here and I belong
a rooster learning to call his own name
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9. |
Up To The Letters
03:53
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two on this rock: a target and an arrogant one
the reason that I crow, for some reason
I may never know
these are the faults of the hand:
an imperfect arrow
yet these are the bones I command
ever I see them, on and on
you ignored me like when we were boys
the rules of survival: only the arrogant face their prey
these are the wounds of my youth,
ones that I still still feel:
Isolation
we only played your rules
these are the faults of the hand:
an imperfect arrow:
the pencil you dug in my back
up to the letters
maybe when you’ve done
burning all your bridges
you’ll burn for me
and maybe when you’ve done
spent all your hand
you’ll reach for me
this is my song to the earth
I’ll sing it loud and clear
how does one cut through the air:
one disappears
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10. |
Nimbus
01:11
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11. |
My Impatience
07:15
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kiss me here.
finally, you have kissed me, you’ve held me down and made me give
and colored me red, like your anger, green, like remember when
oh the silence in the car
I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking
tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over
morning and a warning and a wager
your sometime need is split in two
and the mortar sits still in the vortex of anger
not over, when will it kill us all
I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking
tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over and
I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking
tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over
over me
over me over me over me
and under me
howling, the valley thundering
I would pass through you if you asked me to
silent head, heavy and resting
rest for the ending is rolled up in my tongue
I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t thinking
tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over tell me when it’s over…
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12. |
Pigeonheart
04:03
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go easy on me...
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DM Stith Rochester, New York
A singer-songwriter and visual artist currently living in New York.
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