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Halloween
03:27
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hot halloween breath
stale to a nylon mask:
"don't consider me, i'd
sooner sneeze than
part with my dark hood"
say, are you serious?
yes as a heart attack!
why don't you make me?
i don't make garbage,
just burn it like i should
just burn it like i should (hot halloween breath)
(eczema bubbles, with a sore throat sterile, sour.
anxious, starchy,
i'm breathing in time with my wristwatch
and everything else is fun-sized)
and i don't know my lines just yet.
do you know what i'm thinking?
my speech is stuck,
my mind is drunk
on words caught in the chinking.
so, ill say!
what a super saturday
god made the river
god even made the lakes
but when he made you
he undoubtedly
made a big mistake
i hope you die!
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2. |
Enamel
02:35
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oh me oh my
they say loose lips sink ships
well i am just like
odysseus
and i'm drown drown drown drowning in it
we've drowned, drowned in it
say you'll be penelope
and i am ulysses
momma's lip sunk our ship
now we're all going crazy
and we're drown drown drown drowning in it
we've drowned, drowned in it
tell him
we're just a hypothetical
i swear i swear by stars and sun
momma's lip just got me won
just tell him
i'm sure i will regret it
and sing this song just like the one
that sank the ship and bit my tongue
now we're treading water like
leaden enamel animals
and with all of my clambering
i'm nearly impenetrable
'cause i'm stuck struck struck struck enamored in it
and i think you're stuck, enameled like sin
enamel-like skin
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Spring Streets
01:31
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take to spring streets like a tribute band
for the sounds of summer and the ice cream vans
leave your hat on the rack and get old outside
belt round your head as you walk on dreams
theyve got legs of their own and now youve got to leave
electricity waits in your bicycle wheeels
we were old when this began and now the sun can sink,
reading books cos our pens are out of ink
nothing sounds better than a made up sorry
(and nothing sounds worse than singing it to you)
hummin on the phone while you play atari
your parents think it's good for a verse or two,
but then they fall asleep
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Blood
02:37
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wondrous things were supposed to happen
triumphant organs supposed to blare
crowds and streamers and bells and whistles
tickertape parades and county fairs
but i don't know where or why but
i have swallowed so much blood today!
too much, too much i'm too afraid to say!
my teeth are all stained red
and the vertigo in my head
causes me to swing in every which way
the ticking gauge of balance
perched between each little ear
has vanished! disappeared!
scratching scabs off my elbows
tonguing my gums and tasting cud
come rib my dereliction!
don't miss my molars in the mud
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5. |
Dog Face Girl
03:28
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another night of the hunters and i'm slow moving on
combing for some candor before the break of dawn
oh agent, i'm patient!
standing with my hand inside my pocket,
sipping co co cola from a silver spoon
and every night, the same fuckin cry
and every night i cry cry cry!
for i am the dog face girl,
and i need to share my pain
with this beaten bruised up world
god don't let me, don't let me die alone!
pray for me! pray for the dog face girl!
another night by my lonesome
and it's cold as i lay
chewin on my cheek before the break of day
"oh comrade, dear comrade"
save me from these snakes that
bite my fingers and ears
cos i don't know, no i don't know
what i'm doing here!
won't someone please take me?
you'll scratch and cry, and i'll reply:
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6. |
Wishbone
03:25
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we played who could hold
their breath longer
from the start of the
tunnel till the end
and you put up your hands
what should i call it
when i turn my
eyes from the movie
on the audience
what should i call it
the girl who let me put my fingers in her mouth
on the swings and even longer on the couch
i put flashlights on your sleepingeyes
and yelled
truccckkkkkkkk
truccckkkkkkkk
pull on my middle and pointer until they crack and crease
i'm disjointed, splintered, stillborn and bitter
you can have the bigger piece
i'll be your wishbone wishbone wishbone
i'll be your wishbone wishbone wishbone
i'll be yours if you'd just breathe
i'll be your wishbone wishbone wishbone
i'll be your wishbone wishbone wishbone
push me up a few daisies
i didn't mean to drown
the river pulled me down
all tangled up in blankets of
turquoise and green
i may not have a body but i can hear your plea
and i will take your fingers, i'll linger and keep your wishbone
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Brighter
03:41
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click the brightness up on the sun
brighter brighter warmer
glowin faster to white
but a cloud, drown it out
draain it back, back to gray
suck it up like a straw
brighter brighter warmer
i exist alongside
but a cloud, drown it out
drain it back, back to gray
drown it out with a cloud
and every black night i repeat:
"remember it! remember this absurdity!"
and every yellow morning
disappointment's such a shame!
i wake up dumb, just the same.
the clouds always sit the same
suck it in, toughen up!
grinning, spinning my luck,
flowin out from my pen
scriblett out, jot it down
drain me back, back to gray
drown me out with a cloud
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8. |
Arrow
02:20
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Paltry legacies,
fallacies, and
maladies make
melodies. And agony.
Batteries, ovaries,
maybe it's rabies.
I sneeze out analogies
like allergies. Anxieties
that seize my knees,
they freeze me and squeeze
out this wheezing disease.
An expertise?
Am I an arrowwwwww
fixed to force feed heaves
of grief? I release my relief in belief
legitimacy and
advocacy
I AM AN ARROW and you, you are all sheep
that eat my motif like the marrow of sleep.
The miscellany
of celibacy...
Bit bugs speed my creed.
Dealing salt
to the breeze,
we hum like fleas!
We are the sea!
Your secret beach
imparting seeds!
THIS WAY TO LUNACY!
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9. |
Television Snow
03:26
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i am not a sugar cube,
i don't melt when i go out in rain!
here she stands in kitchened hue,
the bread knife the serrated blade
however,
i feel guilty just for breathin
accidental misery
false preganancy
when all i've got left are my bones,
my bones my bones
what do you do when you're alone?
do you draw all your dreems on an empty throne,
sit around and read the dictionary?
when all that's left are my bones my bones and
i'm buried to my neck in television snow,
i might come by so save a seat for me.
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10. |
Sea Song
02:58
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the bathroom door was open, but
we brushed our teeth in the kitchen sink
and i held your hand and
thought about the sea
so please come with me, or i just might explode!
into the sea with me,
you and i, our four eyes in a row
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11. |
Nightmares
02:30
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what's your primary objective?
(my primary objective is..)
i'm sure! i'm sure, i'm sure
i don't care and i dont give a shit
and i know that it's a drag,
these people are twice as bad.
it's just a damn god awful shame.
ignore
what makes you think i won't resist
what for?
i dont care and i dont give a shit
and i can't help but feel
my nightmares are all too real
and i can't seem to get em right
i can't sleep without dreaming
can't stop dreams when i'm awake
this lame tilt-awhirl fantasy of my street theory
can't escape this fleeting head
can't stop finding flashes of an understanding
seedy faces, infants spitting up
up, up up up!
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do something worth reading about, writing about
be a genius
and i know it's not something that we talk about
but i'm tired and i'm lonely and i gotta get out
cuz when something leads to nothing
and the end result is painfully cruel
it's not easy or important, let's depreciate
the conversions and inversions. i'll ingratiate!
i'll bite off my tongue and hand if you take it back,
erase the doubt
instead let's do something worth
reading about, writing about
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Secret Beach New York, New York
Secret Beach is Matt Magelof and Nicole Zumpano
secretbeachmusic@gmail.com
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