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Phenomenon
02:28
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Sometimes the feeling feels bigger than me
Like the more that I learn, the less I believe
Sometimes one mood affects a whole house
Whole neighborhood, whole town
The temper runs thick
Contagious
Too big to be free
It is so much bigger than me
Phenomenon
Where it’s birthed and how it dies
The sights that it sees from its sightless eyes
You can catch an emotion like you catch a cold
Catch being poor, catch getting old
Ideas are big
Bigger than this
Invisible ties
Impossible things between us lie
Phenomenon
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Delete Key
02:32
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Want to wipe myself clean
Want to be a machine
and kiss a magnet
Want to take out the trash
All the fads and the ads
clean my brain closet
Want to peel off the skin
Want to begin again
Go back to backwards
Turn in the badge
Lift up the mask
Be a real-life actor
Would it be so wrong, so wrong?
Want to be a blank page
Want some time without age
Be without feelings
Want the items I’ve learned
To catch fire and burn
I want some new things
To come in their place
I want to grow a new face
And have a new name
With a different meaning
And a new set of rules
I want a beginning
I want a beginning
I want a beginning
Would it be so wrong, so wrong?
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Vamp
03:55
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The meaning of “thirst”
The thrust behind “want”
You’ll never know
Not like us
The undead us
With our bloodhungry throats
The flight above your pretty houses
The brightness of these midnights
The sun a knife twisting my eyes
When I stare at a girl
In a pretty pink dress
I’m watching her jugular
I am a vamp
IMAVAMP
Vamp
There is nowhere
Lonelier
Than forever
Nothing worse
Than a hunger
That requires murder
But the flight above your pretty houses
The brightness of these midnights
The sun a knife twisting my eyes
When I stare at a man
And I smile at him
I’m watching his jugular
I am a vamp
IMAVAMP
Vamp
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Funeral Party
03:48
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They crowded round and stared
Some standing, some in chairs
I wore my favorite dress
Make up masking rigor mortis
They said, they laughed, they bawled
And I could hear it all
My party, all my friends
But I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t reach them
Stories circled the room
Prayers and finger foods
Someone said “it’s not fair”
Someone else said “she’s better off dead”
They spoke of suffering
And I lay listening
My party, all my friends
But I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t reach them
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5. |
She-Bot
03:31
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This is the factory where you were born, my dear
Your mother is this here machine
This spigot’s where you came from
This moving belt, this drum
Filled with heads that look just like you
Don’t deny. Go and face the silver mirror
That leads to the factory lines retching wiry parts together
And say, “I’ll be a bot til I die, but I’ll never know what kind”
When I was a little bot my manual was lost
My number, names forgot, wiped clean
I wander homeless, functionless, brainless
In circles round these singing streets. Beep beep.
I don’t deny. I open up my silver mirror
And leads to the factory lines, the mum machines I once called mother
Yes, I’ll be a bot til I die. But I’ll never know what kind.
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Mermaiding
02:56
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Can’t be heard and can’t be seen
She’s miracle, she’s mystery
The men with nets would break her neck
And slit her throat to bring her back
She’s prey
Mermaid
Sailors think they see her swim
Her tail flapping back at them
Her tresses messed with green seaweed
She’ll never tread close enough to see
She’s waves
Mermaid
Dive down to the bottom
Down where the lady rests her head
In a bed of reeds and coral reef
An endangered species
A woman in water deep and blue
Afraid of the sun and the sharks and me and you
In my dreams I take her hand
She sucks my body from the sand
We plunge into the cold and deep
The world grows dark and blue and green
We play
Mermaids
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Pretending People
04:16
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Don’t want to be a part of your party
Your unfun political party
Your extreme ex-dreams
It starts with the heart
And it ends with the wallet
Always
It becomes what it wasn’t
It does what it doesn’t
Always
Hope and change are slogans
Furthering corporate motives
It’s the same in each campaign
There’s millionaires behind the screen
And workers operating things
It becomes what it wasn’t
It does what it doesn’t
It’s a constant contradiction
And it’s money with a mission
No face
Let’s stop pretending, people: there is no heart.
There’s only cash, big houses and fancy cars.
Let’s build a mirror, people; let’s tear the mask
Let’s answer all the questions they’re afraid to ask
Which way is there to go besides this way we think we know?
Which way is there to go but on and on and on and on?
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8. |
Girl In The Bog
04:06
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Thick swamp. Alligators. Mud.
Look up: mean trees. Buzzing bugs.
I want to be up and pretty
But my bed’s the bog
Hair floats like a tangled nest
Black grime. No dress to hide behind.
I’m no lady, I’m a monster
All you see is bog
River stream
Swallow me
Skin to sand and sand to glass
Take me water, take me back
Back, back, back
No one feels the thickness of this sun,
This warmth
You’ve got to hand it to them
They have parties in the city
I sleep in the bog
River stream
Swallow me
Skin to sand and sand to glass
Take me water, take me back
Back, back, back
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