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follow me down
03:07
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oh follow me down until we disappear
what you're looking for you'll never find here
i want to take you by the hand, under the veil
oh mighty sails, i groan inside your gale
oh follow me down until we meld with the sea
what you need is some kind of magic you'll never see
i want to drown you softly under my kiss
oh our existences overgrown, remiss
with locked lips we've sealed our fate
feet on the marsh with our full weight
in a soft place, dreams dissipate
meet me in the womb we create
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charlie brown
02:56
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when i deflowered you in a golden hour
and the rain came down with a monochromatic shower
there in the dark woods, i washed you in my bath
with two hands on your back we both looked up and laughed
far away from smog, tailored suits, and weddings
although they're waiting for us, we swore off life as seedlings
but age was a beast to my bone and my idle wandering
i filled my lungs with cologne and a dirge i swore i'd never sing
is it too late to join the circus and store our lives aboard a tour bus
this ugly town just stares us down, serpentine green and charlie brown
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tomorrow is
06:11
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when i sail off to the land of nod
i see a sunrise and the face of god
where we dance on rooftop gardens
and twirl like carousel spins
when my head hits a leavened pillow
time slows to the speed of falling snow
our fingers intertwine
and for a moment you're mine
i forget the wasted years
and reset the fallen tears
for tomorrow is forever and a day away
and the night is young as a baby prey
sleep is the only friend i keep
i'd climb to you but the incline is steep
we'd pirouette like ballerinas on ecstasy
and paraglide to the coast, to touch the sea
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needing
04:00
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i'm not in love with love anymore
my inner life's turned rotten to the core
they are only good at breaking hearts
and i've run out of ways to make new starts
so if i just ignore you, know it's not that i don't care
it's just too much for me to handle now that you are there
i'd rather live alone in your periphery
than make myself believe that you might need me
i'm glad to keep my sadness in tow
i sliced my slivers of hope up long ago
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the living world
04:12
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i walked around town down to the pier
i stared at the clearing and looked for deer
i climbed up a hill and looked through your windowsill
i had the world on a string with time to kill
but i couldn't find where i should be
from the pristine city to the saline sea
i'd put the living world to rights
for all the boys and girls holding hands i see at night
who will care for me when you're gone
when heartbeats stop and death goes on
will i be complete when i respawn
alone on god's green lawn
they say there's spirits hiding everywhere
so why do they go deaf to my humble prayer
someone ought to listen when i cry
can't they take the time to wonder why
that i can't find where i should be
it seems i save myself for nobody
i'd take the afterlife to court
for the lack here in la petit mort
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addicted to the feeling
02:29
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blood
07:02
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ripe
03:12
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you were a young and beautiful boy
ripe enough to seek and destroy
i was mute and hideous
but then again, so were the two of us
i thought i caught you staring
like god herself was daring
though i was meek and morose
after you left i was all but engrossed
but in my dreams i taste your peaches and cream
i see you still in the sunshine and gleam
and all the sweet things that i would know
had i left myself in your glow
i'll find you again in other men
different skin, same want and bent
i'll feel the singe where longing lies
and i'll look upon them with clear watery eyes
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9. |
how to go out
04:20
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i thought if i could find you in the maze
writhing bodies move through the haze
i thought if i could hold you i'd heal
the fear of missing out on feel
in neon bubblegum clouds
aroused in drunken crowds
moving through desperately
a windowless prison shepherds the free
reading your eyes for a sin to confess
is that look hungry, sensitive, or mindless
i'd love to pin your body to a wall
or have mine pressed against a men's room stall
but i can't get to that astral plane
the drinks hit a nerve, i'm going almost insane
my mortal coil is boiling over
and everyone in this room is getting closer
shoulder to shoulder at the command of the drover
feeling ill at the sound of someone else's cure
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human, finally
04:11
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i won't resist
my fate as a masochist
bound by the wrist
just to exist
no impediments
no safety nets
shed all my skins
rid of regrets
now what is there to fear
more than being queer
although i'm scared to feel
now that my pain is real
i'm alive
and i have to try as hard as i can
to take in every feeling
i guess it's what i need, it's who i am
now what is there to fear
more than being human
although i'm scared to feel
the tender arms of a man
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untitled
00:26
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alec critten Swansea, UK
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The Smell of Our Own (20th Anniversary Edition)
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The Wayward Bus / Distant Plastic Trees (Remastered)
by The Magnetic Fields
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