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Secondhand Chapstick
02:21
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teenagers in the garden catching secondhand chapstick
Shovel Creek smoke haze; post-apocalyptic
and Bitch Patchouli singin' on the stairs
has a red nasturtium in her dark blue hair
teenagers in the garden catching good religion
stinky little hope, sprouting like an onion
sloughing off the tough bit from yesteryear
the words a little on the nose but still all there
and all at twice-- oh my god, oh my god
and all at once, oh my god
teenagers in the garden catching death for a moment
kaleidescoping flowers and sweaty hand-holding
thunderhead swells on a bruised horizon
as they're seeing all the vegetables through stained-glass eyes and
all at once, oh my god
down from the deck calls an Indigo "yoo-hoo"
back into the party all go two-by-two, well
someone made an ark to hold the rapture at bay but
even the mosquitos here are calling it a day
and rain came down like a flood, like a flood
and all at once, oh my god
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To Everyone
04:44
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No love could ever be a two way street
no way could ever be the wrong way to meet
I see you dancing in the window
I see your shadow on the window shade
no way it'll be the right weight in time
but my love will never be a pantomime
just watch me light up like a bonfire
just watch me nose in on your hard time heart
no pain could make you any less to me
no shame could bushel any shining beam
i find the picture and remember
i see our faces in an amber room
what if you grow up and I'm never there
what if my sentiments are all i share
just let me break the laws of physics
just let me hold you in my arms right now
no way could ever be the right way to part
send me up with a tool box in my car
sometimes i do believe in heaven
sometimes i listen to your voicemail song
no love could ever be a two way street
no way could ever be the wrong way to meet
i see you dancing in the window
i guess i'll lay down in the bed i made.
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Lovelike
02:45
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I'm in the wrong. again.
i can't come home to you
empty-handed but
full of something lovelike.
you're in your head. again.
will it ring true to you?
your decision but
don't you think it's lovelike?
again, i'll admit it to you
i'm inside out
but guarded still it seems so lovelike.
which way is safe, again?
can i be that to you?
all directions shame, but
at the tugged sleeve-- lovelike.
again, i'll address it to you
i'm roundabout but
streaking through the jungle lovelike.
again, i'm into it with you
i'm down, not out,
in keeping with the ideal lovelike.
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4. |
Science Fiction Days
02:43
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These are science fiction days
there's no burning jewel inside me
childish things, go on and put me away
i can't put it all behind me
Adolescence 2.0
shedding carapacia on the dance floor
or at least on the linoleum
fitted sheets, you're fitter for folding them.
Tunnels underwater
bleeping cornucopia on the trestle
or at least in the euphoria
famine or feast; i wanna see more of ya
I traveled through a time-stamped tube
in artificial pressure
and when the light comes caving through
will i remain a wisher?
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Obit Builder
03:07
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He wants me to cut off my horns and comb out the old rat's nest
he wants me to trim my nails and file down my teeth
I swear that I won't until he swears to make me dinner
and even then I still might eat it on my feet
But if i stay up north then i won't see no sunsets
i would just ride the rails and mildly drink my tea
i swear that i can't and he just knows that i'm no fibber
maybe i'm happy now, but I won't stay happy
every morning every thought i have goes un-spayed
every sip i take is pouring out the sides
i laid down a brick or two, but that's no obit builder
i think if i go back home i'll get to stretch my eyes
i know that i miss my Kait, I know i miss Sabrina
I know that i miss my nephew's laughter in the air
if i try to grind it out, i won't make one more winter
without the devil licking inside of my ear.
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Sara Hensel Portland, Oregon
i play stuff and sing stuff and i like dogs
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