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F# B (although on guitar it's probz E A capo 2)
i got a headache
but i'm glad that i stayed up late
i think i love you
from all the way across the state
i think i know you,
i love the scar across your face
okay i believe a kiss
could make good change
i stayed up drinking
with fm singing bout their hannah dear
but it was you that i was thinking of
as i played in that rickety chair
that beer called becks it
reminds me of a haiku i wrote
& it goes:
my beverage of choice
clearly resembles the face
of powerful love
you are the face of a powerful love
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bobby ([sandy] alex g)
04:10
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Bobby’s just a friend of mine
He’s on his back
I’m on his mind
He wakes me when he goes to work
His hands are cold
His breath is smoke
I’d leave him for you
If you want me to
Do you forget when we first met
You grabbed my hand
I tore your dress
I felt things I cannot express
But I lost my way
I made my mess
I’d clean it for you
If you want me to
But I know what you’re doing
I know what you’re doing
I know you
I know you
I do I do I tell you what
I paint pictures of my heart
The colors blue and purple start
To bleed into an endless dark
It’s only you it’s only you
I’d burn them for you
If you want me to
But I know what you’re doing
I know what you’re doing
I know you
I know you
I do I do I tell you what
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Anonymous came to catch us pinning our necks down
We uprooted the ancillary wiring downtown
So we could say hello, hello, hello, hello
We tracked the signal to noise
Controlling every electron
Don't turn the bolt in the door
The heating element's left on
You're nice to me
Who are you?
And we fell asleep reading Crimethinc
And awoke in a crime scene
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
I put my face on the desk into the sweater she slept on
And though the fabric was soft, it was recently rained on
With her atropine
How are you?
We were guards and we loved it
And we scorned the republic
To come back from Nebraska
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
Where are you?
LOIC
LOIC
DPRK
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Goodbye
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We walked to the dam behind the art museum
you said you made a connection with Auguste Rodin
you must’ve been tired from standing so much
because you took my hand and we held each other up
some time went by before you asked me
why was I so distracted, how could I have changed so quickly?
the water was pretty, but unclear
does the flow come naturally here?
everything makes an impression
clouds come on, do their drifty thing
now it’s starting to rain, the only day we both have off
it’s starting to rain
if it don’t bother you, then it don’t bother me
eddies were breaking on the spillway gates
I said “I’m sorry, that’s just how I operate”
you always had a supportive attitude
I don’t care what you say, I agree with you
everything came on quickly
is something wrong? no, never
now it’s starting to rain on the only day we have
it’s starting to rain
if it don’t bother you, it don’t bother me
carry me in your current, deliver me to your gulf stream
if you’d asked me then, I would’ve said we were living the dream
believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died
the heaven of us is still daily on my mind
everything makes an impression
clouds came on, did their thing
now it’s starting to clear up on the only day
it’s starting to clear up
if it don’t bother you, then it don’t bother me
if you see my beloved, say what’s up for me
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my friends all say that something's changed; it's like the way a poet makes things clear in waves:
"you are in love. you are in love. you are in love."
this can't be my brain, all healed, unstained. is there lidocaine in there or novocaine? i ask, up-numb-dazed, they calmly say:
"you are in love. you are in love. you are in love."
but weeks will come when i can't. i'll get sick and crash. 'til now i've never had someone say "let me know when it is time and i'll be around with your reminder: 'you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. yeah. yeah.'"
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i'm the fucked up kid in school
dead in the eyes of the rules
i got sent home for throwing up
my friends think being sick is cool
and my dad beat up my mom
because she's an alcoholic
but he's an alcoholic too
through the looking glass of abuse
i want to sleep next to you
after school before my mom calls
to see when i'm coming home
i can finally see where the tether ends
mortally coiled around nothingness
i'm the fucked up kid in school
maybe i'll join the army
no one will ever know me truly
my rage has silenced a cry for help
my mom's dealer put a gun to my head
for a laugh, for his friends
and in that moment i knew i could kill
my mother's prison is herself
i want to sleep next to you
after school before my mom calls
to see when i'm coming home
i can finally see where the tether ends
mortally coiled around nothingness.
you could move a mountain
but where would it go?
into your bloodstream
or somewhere below?
you could move a mountain
but where would it go?
to the center of the earth
or somewhere below?
you could move a mountain
but where would it go?
into a moonlit basement
or somewhere below?
you could move a mountain
but where would it go?
into the heart of jesus
or somewhere below?
you could move a mountain
but you got to be sure
can you move a mountain
without getting hurt?
the answer is no.
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