1. |
Fear of the Known
00:37
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my body remembers the feel of the womb
like a shrimp curled up in that ever loving fluid
my body remembers the feel of the womb
like a shrimp curled up in that ever loving fluid
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2. |
Latex Cowboy
02:30
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i'm the latex cowboy
come see how i ride
on my willing man-pony
in tasseled hat and
vinyl knee highs
it's all i remember
just being a child
on that creaky wood floor
peeling cowboy wallpaper
with the noises outside;
drunk screaming
the sound of beatings
bugs crawling in my bed
the sad old pervert
outside the window
the train coming through
at night
my grief is like a western
or so I tell myself
so I can have some power
i tie the bondage now
i’m the cowboy plier mouth
i pull the teeth right out
i rule my bitches with
a leather boot
and show the same mercy
that I was given
my grief is like a western
i’m a real gay langland now
i’m a victim turned master
i tie the bondage now
my grief is like a western
or so i tell myself
so i can have some power
i tie the bondage now
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3. |
Summer of Love
03:18
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summer of love
dusty and pale
our neighbor to the left is a boarded up house
dead cars in the backyard
laid out to rest by the shed
sweet stray dogs are roaming the street
we found a cockroach in our bed
it gets so hot in this dingy city
in hallowed sheets
my skin is sticky and guilty
it’s just heaven to me
it’s just heaven to me
summer of love
swaddled in blinding light
beer in the fridge,
a drip from the sink
and baby’s breath in a vase
it gets so hot in this dingy city
in hallowed sheets
my skin is sticky and guilty
it’s just heaven to me
it’s just heaven to me
outside the window
everything is green
in our old fragile house
you write lines inside of me
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4. |
Father's Milk
02:56
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patron saint of b-movies
knuckles inked up at just 15
to me they were the hands of god
taking notes and
blessing all they touch
born of grime and cheap white trash
talkin’ shit and ditchin’ class
you grew up and made your way out
know that i still want to make you proud
i hope your end was as merciful as you were to me
i hope the soil swathed you like the arms of a loving mother
i hope you didn't see me kicking snow at your cemetery,
born of a father like a mayfly
to make an artist out of me
now i'm older and i've found myself
making life in the deep deep south
but i can still smell your ultralight smoke
you used to blow out of that candid mouth
i hope your end was as merciful as you were to me
i hope the soil swathed you like the arms of a loving mother
i hope you didn't see me kicking snow at your cemetery,
born of a father like a mayfly
to make an artist out of me
cause even in death you’re teaching me
like a convict born anew
and any love i’ll come to know
will be pitiful compared to you
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5. |
Juvenescence
00:49
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i have been guilty of doing what feels good
i've been a pervert
a bastard of girlhood
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6. |
Healer
01:18
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i’ll be your mother
breastfeed love into you
if there’s still something missing
i’ll be your man too
we’re learning how to fuck
cause you know we’ll be dead soon
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