1. |
Wrung
05:01
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I come from you
I come from you
I see my self in you
I see my self in you
Show me
how you love me
Show me
I'm sorry for all of your lies
Now you punish mine
You wrung me out
Like a loving man
Took everything I gave
Then you spat in my face
Show me
how you love me
Show me
Show me
Make me love you
Make me love you
Lord God
Make me love you
Lord God
Make me love you
Show me
how you love me
Show me
how you love me
checklist of symptoms:
constant state of stress
a churning stomach
a hopeless pattern
throbbing temples
loss of control
You wrung me out
You wrung me out
You wrung me out
You wrung me out
I am your child
After all these years
I am your child
You are my Lord
My God
My Lord
My God
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2. |
The Operator
04:46
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You are the operator
the best days of your life
working 9 to 5
A good diligent drone
You recite their lives
Their mindless chatter
Their molding fantasies
All their common dreams
So much shattered glass
There's no imagination
Revenge is quaint
You only get what you're paid for
Don't dwell on the meaning
You're not being paid for that
You're paid to speak
with dead precision
But this time the words
can't be ignored
Something about molten metal
Something no one should do
Did he say his children died
It sounds like a confession
but the words are garbled
and it's all you can do to transcribe
This time you try
to get the number
keep your mouth going
can't alert the clients
although they must know
it's a phone for the deaf
How stupid can you be
acknowledging murder
with the attendant
repeating every word
for the deaf father
who caused it all
who beat the boy
who turned schizophrenic
who blessed his children
who blessed his children
who blessed his children
and who burned them
There is no evidence
There is no evidence
There is no evidence
kept your mouth shut
kept your mouth shut
kept your mouth shut
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3. |
Condescend
03:04
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well make me stop
and tear me down
the knowing man
the wise old bitch
Please condemn
my ignorance
please condemn
my ignorance
I hope to God that I'll never be
as bitter as the failure of your dreams
you lay it on
your trite contempt
you're a good old boy
who's pumping gas
and you put me down
so beautifully
please condemn
my ignorance
Go ahead and talk me down
Go ahead and condescend
You don't know who you're dealing with
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4. |
Comes Apart
06:14
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Under the warm sheet
I'll never move
Cocooned and amniotic
warm and dark
There are no words
There are no thoughts*
Blissful, unaware
Some kind of peace
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
all options lead to failure
all the roads are closed
a sunny day is another dead end
there is nowhere left to go
everything comes apart
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6. |
Family Therapy
06:22
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Wake up.
We'll play a game.
We'll pretend.
You used to be vital.
You used to be useful.
We'll play a game.
We'll pretend you changed.
Get out.
Become a man.
Become what I want.
Not what I have.
You sicken me.
Don't leave.
An empty nest knows what's best.
Torturing you.
Torturing me.
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7. |
Pitcher
03:05
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Come and see
what you wanted to see
It's an attraction known to millions
there's nothing better
it's all you'll need
but I've gone beyond starvation
I pick at an invisible scab
I'm swallowing my tongue
Part of me adores the lash
I know it's in my blood
spread it out
open wide
it's consuming me
this is God
it's killing me
why is it so lovely
You need to be the pitcher
and I am the fly
you look in the mirror
don't say a thing
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8. |
Domestica
02:10
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getting older
losing your hair
getting right
settling down
dead end office
mama's boy
options slim
cry all night
about the kids
he didn't want
about the wife
he didn't want
missed the shot
lived and failed
where's the novel?
where's the talent?
living well
for twenty years
punishment
your love in life
happiness
no great loss
sacrificed
that isn't fun
good boys make awful men
good boys make awful men
I don't know
how to function
never girls
unemployed
you'll never be
what you ought to be
getting older
losing your hair
company man
mama's boy
options slim
cry all night
fall asleep
wake up soon
do it again
"Overrated treasures and underrated pleasures"
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9. |
Endless Night
03:29
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A member of the walking wounded
never shows the weakness or fear.
The morning light is met with despair.
The sun is shining through the glass.
He has a smile to forestall weeping.
Watching the shadow as it falls.
The cloud that hangs and never dissolves.
The clear-eyed power that never comes.
The jury laughs at the sentence passed.
His last word is a lethal curse.
Waiting for the final time.
Waiting for the final move.
Waiting for the final laugh.
Waiting for the final day.
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10. |
Happy Days
06:23
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I walk down this frozen street
Hiding my little hands
The wind is chafing
The wind is razing
The wind is a beautiful chill
I am waiting
Waiting forever for you
I've followed you here
Many miles and many years
My shoes are breaking
My shirt is torn
My mind is shaking
My mind is sore
And I'm waiting here for you
And the days count their minutes
and invest them into months
and the market is crashing
one year at a time
I'm waiting here
I'm waiting
In the cold I'm waiting
Here in the cold
I think about you
One second at a time
One two three four five.
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