1. |
Stop
08:58
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Stop hiding your scars, dear, and I'll stop hating my crooked teeth.
Stop forgetting how smart you are and I'll stop forgetting to eat.
Stop the way that we crawl, waiting for them to call, babe fuck them all.
Stop flying the body into the glass, needing the flask, humping the past.
I'll stop failing to trust, denying the lust, feeding on rust.
Stop the snow in our hearts, the way that it starts, the falling apart.
Let's stop being us, but not become them.
Stop loving the mean, wanting so bad to be seen, buying the dream.
I'll stop most of the doubt, refusing to shout, stop hiding your heels when you go out.
Stop breathing exhaust, making a fetish of loss, heeding the boss.
Stop refusing to digress, refusing to undress, refusing the mess.
Stop leaving.
Let's stop being us, but not become them.
Stop avoiding the sweet, hiding beneath, a boyish grief.
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2. |
No Way Is Safe
04:52
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Have you got your black wings, baby?
Have you got a burned-out church in mind?
It's taken years to learn to say maybe.
Take the light apart and be kind.
Can you trust enough to unpack yet?
Can you get the fruit out of the rind?
Dress it up in bracelets and rings.
Take the light apart and be kind.
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3. |
Wings & Things
08:26
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Someone put motion in a stone, called it victory.
Birds have air inside their bones, a little mystery.
Those nights when you’re alone, it’s such a bitch to be
on the lawn with her there, she’s hovering.
And your bra matches the stars.
And the light has traveled so far.
But tonight we drink whiskey from a jar,
forget who we are.
I asked her what she’d bring, she said wings.
I asked her what’s missing, she said everything.
I asked her what she’d bring, she said wings.
I asked her what’s waiting, she said everything.
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4. |
Serve The Queen
09:05
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Al was five, and I was four.
Mama was all dressed up out the door.
The sitter’s name was Angeline.
She looked at the both of us and said
now you’re mine.
She said start with the dishes, boys,
get them nice and clear.
We pulled chairs to the sink
and reached for the steam.
When we were done we found her
stretched out long and lean.
She laughed and asked if we had ever
played Serve The Queen.
She said bring me my purse and a beer
and get on your knees.
She dug some pills from the bottom
and said boys take one of these.
She took two for herself, said
I’m gonna get me some sleep.
One of you rub my belly,
the other rub my feet.
Take one of these
and serve the queen.
Where’s my sister?
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5. |
Rainstorm
05:41
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She’s got an empty birdcage
floating above her bed.
She doesn’t know she’s beautiful
until she hears it said.
She’s got a mouth like a rainstorm,
she doles it out in sips.
She’s got a river that’s forlorn
coursing through her hips.
She’s got a heart like a deep breath,
mine is drenched in wine.
She’s got a heart like a good stretch,
I drag mine behind.
She said that I could change my mind
if I try.
She understands the mud, the turtle shell,
why am I not well?
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6. |
No More Babe
08:36
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