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Die Behind the Wheel
05:32
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My head, my eardrums hurt
the airport taxi carries me off
your lips, your fingers move
I hear your voice inside this song
Get lost, get - get fucked
My back, my eyelids sagged
in sleep I had a silly dream
you came, with a hundred names
and asked me for your glasses back
I think, of all things
self control is the most real
I sat, and Steely Dan said
I should die behind the wheel
Die behind the wheel
Oh, frail ghost, I am so damn spent!
Oh, God, Lilith came and -
Went
Die behind the wheel
I should die behind the wheel
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Meptunos
05:38
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3. |
Contrail
03:08
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Gasworks
06:27
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6. |
My Dad was Right
05:00
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Moments passed in blackness
moments passed in blackness
Moments passed in blackness, and I woke up bare
everyone was laughing, sweet in sticky air
We hit the trail, it was time to go
we had to wipe our smiles off
Once we were alone, I guess I lost control
Cars rushed the street, a world that's not my own
no more time to spare
my old friend was living, I almost didn't care
I feel like I'm going to fall apart but my heartbeat's keeping me taut, together - pounding me back into place, pulsing, pushing - I can't keep up. Its rhythm discharges in violent shivers, shaking the sweat from my neck. God! The sky is a bomb, I mean a damn bomb, its bending weight crushing into my head and I'm falling apart, pounding pounding and giving in to the sky
I melt, pressed with scorching images from just seconds prior - a wedged cuneiform of sidewalks and jittering imprints. A flashbulb goes off and off and off and each time another segment of film is dissolved. The reel lurches and sputters, the tape is lapping itself! In a minute or an hour, I will too. That consummate amorphism blooms into a caul 'round my psychology, crushing it for good. My dad was right
My dad was right
I'm gonna die
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7. |
The Globe is Gone
03:34
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The globe is gone, now I can look at your face
and see someone else from a much different place
The globe is gone, now I have shed the need
to isolate your thoughts and entangle them with me and what I
Want to do
what we used to
The globe is gone, and all threshed in spools
of webs of ash, and the oceans that have cooled
Now the globe is gone, and man, it's a mess!
and I'm scattered 'cross miles, but I could confess (that maybe this is what I)
Want to do
what we used to
The globe is gone
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8. |
Waiting Room
06:03
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