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Please Use Other Door
03:21
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PLEASE USE OTHER DOOR, it read
but I’m starting to think
that this is the only entrance
and I don’t know if you’ve thought this through
I’m not sure if this is a bright side
but I’ll let you know to what conclusion I come
you see I fumbled for my words on the corner of the pavement
are you sure this is the right direction?
I just think we might be lost
so let’s pull over, let the car cool down
you said maybe you’d rather stop
the buildings sighed with your decision
my city crumbles, the people gone
I stared at the walls long enough
Now I know their deepest thoughts
Closing time, she said
They moved the tables
and pointed to the exit
so I’ll just wait on the curb for something new
if you can’t tell, I am sick of these proofs
geometry, I am tired of sharp angles
but i’ll write my name on the corner of the pavement
I hate this town, the buildings are all wrong
they strip you down every weekend
I walked those tracks on bare feet
talking across countries in the wind
but i’ll fall asleep by morning
stop fighting with the gate I locked myself in
sleep through my classes
now call my family and let them know where i’ve been
but I love this town, the bricks made of glass
I’m just throwing stones at your houses
If I swear to stop knocking, will you answer the door?
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2. |
Cause and Effect
03:29
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this isn't cause and effect
no, this is much stronger
the cardboard cutouts we cut out last fall
won't last any longer
the glances you stole won't get you that far
but that never mattered
see, i caught my second self on the edges of town
not that you ever bothered
can i ask a question that i've been meaning to ask?
why do you belong to a town that breathes heavy smoke?
you don't belong here
please go home
you stared at my mouth while i spoke
so i'll just go on
i watched you hands as you walked
to keep myself from...
can i tell you of all the places i've been wanting to go?
oh no, i know they belong to the maps i've nailed myself to
no one belongs here
i want to go home
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breathing smoke through teeth like coals
i tie your wire veins to my knuckles
and pray with callouses to weak eyes
i break my fractured ribs that you tore inside
i taste the carpet like coffee
i know that it was something
but it felt like nothing
it’s the fools i call my friends
for the nights we sink morning
we speak spirituals at door frames
are you listening, yeah i’m alright
i think i’ll walk to work
i’ll pass by your house and act like it was nothing
selfish child,
you’ve reached the end of the world
foolish boy,
keep walking
i see her laugh and cut her hair
i breathe the spinal cord perception
and sleep through reconsiderations
i crack my teeth, try not to think
i taste the carpet like coffee
i know that it was something
but i pretended it was nothing
i’m pushing up daisies
my friends are cracking up, maybe
tripping the light fantastically,
they see nothing.
hallelujah
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4. |
Ghost (christmas song)
06:02
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lowborn king, crying out for those left in the streets
remember us when you're down from that tree
we damn ourselves and spread out dead disease
we know no better, will you come back for me?
quiet ghost, we send young men to kill who we don't know
and shut out orphans, widows in the snow
out from our cities, let living water flow
fill us up, set fire to the clouds, a pillar in the desert so
we put down our swords, break down our doors
we don't even know your name
holy hands reach out again
tear the curtain away, carpenter you built this place
holy shouts, echo in the cavern of your voice
heart beats beat the hollow from my noise
black holes eat my palms, eat my voids
you breathe out light, the sun, and the soil
the image of invisible power above
is the image of a man broken in love
and the banner of peace transforming the dark
but my fragile bones are not enough
and i'm not concerned where i go when i die
if my brothers and sister are buried alive
and in the field where judas fell
you wash my feet, your traitor
we said "who is he
from which the waves flee?
let us go end his reign."
forgive us, rabbi this is not enough
to take the nails from the beams
all the same you still love me
did you turn your face on his final day?
left us all the sing the blues?
or did you weep yourself to sleep?
waiting for the stone to move, holiness that suffers too.
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