1. |
Ratking
03:37
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Tell me it's all right
Comes out with sweat at night
Fortuitous bondage,
I'd not level a slight
But I'm telling you to
Leave me be
So stay the weekend,
Fuck up the kitchen if you'd like
I'll creep through winter,
Sleep every summer,
Rue daylight
What's use telling you to
Leave me be
Scroll up on a friend, jerk off again,
Just move to Canada if it gets worse
"All things pass into the night"
In the sewer I've made my bed
Only hearing dull ringing that a
Pill could cull in the womb, like a NyQuil
Eyes fucking camera, marijuana
Never wanna be deceived by me but
I walk so awkwardly
Drop dead if you're calling, please
I'm lurking on an NSFL thread see you
When I'm not not okay
I'm yet another
Fool that I suffer
Pride of the dullards,
Crawling ever under
I'm yet another
Fool that I suffer
Pride of the dullards,
Crawling ever under you
Crawling ever under you
Crawling ever under you
Crawling ever under you
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2. |
Balearic Boys Galore
04:07
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I left you in the garden
Never meant to make you nervous
A hunger for the eyelids
Thin youths filled on your looks
I never wanted
What you wanted
To spend the summers
On the islands
But we would make
A small killing
If we were shrewd and God willing
We said I doted on my poetry
To summer home'd be cruel
All Balearic boys galore for you
Said all the world you'll play for fools
Famished for the blonds, that Nordic chew
Violet please
You're making like a mutt
You're staining the sheets
There's rumors and there's fuss
I never wished
Meant nor wanted
To flee atop
Spanish mountains
But you would make
One small killing
If only one of us was willing
We said I doted on my poetry
To summer home'd be cruel
All Balearic boys galore for you
Said all the world you'll play for fools
Famished for the blonds, the red-heads too
Under your eye
Under your eye
Under your eye
Sunset of blood and tears
Becoming in your golden years
I've one wish though
Only for you to know
It's really not so tough
To have had your love is enough
I'll always be your son safe in your gut
Dearest mum
It's really not so tough
To have had your love is enough
I'll always be your son safe in your gut
Dearest mum
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3. |
Alexander
05:12
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By the weekend
I picture failure again
I suppose that that's reckless
And I ought not paw at it
What would it be
To ferry the good in
Not goad our own reach
Alexander, hardly strangers
Are we dream or are we dreamer
Oh, can't it be just like we saw in our heads
Pillow-talk over cigarettes
I've been a led stray pup
Shying from the hand
Had I mind of iron I’d not
Pine for your pacification
Pure fantasy
Ferrying good in
Not goading our reach
Incorrigibly, I'll make like a passenger
Guarding their seat
Alexander, hardly strangers
Are we dream or are we dreamer
Oh, can't it be just like we saw in our heads
Pillow-talk, candle silhouettes
In every dream home, a heartache
This love-making so arduous
I'd sooner take arguments
That draw blood in the bed
While I’m only missives
You write me in one full sentence
A page past the end and
You flip back again
I know it's baroque
To wish humanity'd choke
But were we swallowed in flames
I'd die with you every day
Die with you every day
Die in every way
Die with you every day
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4. |
Hex Unsew
05:02
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Of finest aches,
Our’d reap no pain with time
Nude wreath of dates,
Held by simple twine
Fig curtains hugging at the windows,
Hued fade of tide haunts the meadow
See our heather of 15 acres
O husband, o lover,
Hold tightly no other
Rue the toll of our labor, tell me
O husband, recover
Does it tie us tauter or
Does it loosen you
From vows of our youth
O, pray tell no
Is it mine to prove,
your hand cool and loose
O, pray tell
Do years trace greater wounds to rend
Or do they aid our force ascend
Of finest aches,
Our’d reap no pain with time.
Cool wreath of dates,
Held by simple twine.
Fig curtains hugging at the windows,
One bides her time until the car shows
If all caresses imparted callouses
I’d bear palms too rough to ravish with
Rue the toll of our labor, tell me
O husband, recover
Does it tie us tauter or
Does it loosen you
From vows of our youth
O, pray tell no
Is it mine to prove,
your hand cool and loose
O, pray tell
I needn't know
I needn't know
I needn't know
This hex unsew
What wife but suffers your missteps
What mother gives your children pecks
What lover tugs your quivering chest
What other aids your force ascend
I needn't know
I needn't know
I needn't know
This hex unsew
Am I your pet or am I your woman
Our passing glances so inhuman, oh
Inhuman, oh
Inhuman, oh
Inhuman, oh
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