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An Idea
03:32
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The state is on fire
and so is my hard-won cash
you're full of desire
well, i'm full of the urge to pass
you say that i strike you
i say so will the girl who's next
your flattery face-to-face
later reads just like neglect
you turn it on
and you turn it off when you're through
if i'm an idea
is it easier for you?
before you were candid
i did not feel so lonely
when you're an idea
it's easier
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2. |
Tomboy Blues / Loose
03:19
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Tomboy, Tomboy, Tomboy Blues
they call you a weirdo and they call you a prude
they look at you strangely when you draw in the dirt
the year you stop caring they will call you a flirt
Tomboy, Tomboy, Tomboy Blues
if i recommend surrendering '98's shoes
will you climb in a clearance carousel and refuse?
hunched in the knits with a hook and a noose
Tomboy, Tomboy, Tomboy Blues
you hide in a mane that is wavy and loose
when you cut it all off you will still feel the same
but the way you relate to the feeling will change
Tomboy, Tomboy, Tomboy Blues
root in like turnips or the threads of a screw
tape off the pantry and taper your legs
tune out the painter and tune up the pegs
loose as a cannon
baby are you loose as a cannon?
are you loose as a cannon?
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3. |
The Offered Thing
01:44
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you won't let green things grow or gather
the safest are the Chitinous
it's not the first time i have wondered
why i chat at the dog park dogless
i move slowly, bind lichen to me
baling twine and burlap cord
you sit your chair like a kid with a rash
preen your screen and perform being bored
copper-shot eye, intrigued by line
of the sharpened yet vulnerable throat
trip hammer heart pounds blood to meal
pour in vain your nitrogen down the row
what flail will shake us from the rachis?
will you tip up or tuck your chin?
will you select a kiss or meekness?
how will you receive the offered thing?
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4. |
Crash Here / Integrity
03:59
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When you decide
when you are coming through town
definitely call me,
crash here
it's been a while
we only talk when you're down
and you sound miserable,
crash here
when you feel tired
of all the running aground
prop your rudder my way
crash here
the weather is mild
the company's the best i've found
you are all that's missing
crash here!
hypocrite fears
dragging every limb within the lead default
cum, piss, sweat, tears
catalog the ways for us to lose our salt
crash here!
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Sara Hensel Portland, Oregon
i play stuff and sing stuff and i like dogs
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