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O.C.
03:25
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o.c. please see the well-adjusted person that you’ve made of me ‘cos i been done seen the lot of it and sure i’m feelin’ it see your voice and hear your face because i’m falling up then we got to talking talk before we’re walking walk made a mountain outta that so tell me what the fuck it’s where we are there we went it don’t get better than the way it all began it’s where we are it’s where we am o’ carly i know you’re scared and i’m feeling like it takes one to know who’s scared o.c. my queen go ‘n tell me whatcha need and that i beg of thee ’cos i’m at your feet and the lot of it i sure am needing it went about and made the way for something just like love we’d be fools to dream this isn’t what we’re dreaming of got me acting like i got no grasp of what the fuck but i’ll act any way ‘cos where i was well there i am i’m out here smiling ‘cos living’s worth a damn it’s where i was it’s where i am o’ carly i know you’re scared and i wanna letcha see what i know you’re scared and i’m wondering what it feels not to know who’s scared
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THIS HILL
03:44
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y’going nuclear to choke me out still ain’t the final blow y’play that possum and hide your grin know it don’t fool no one sitting upright as if what’s wrong cares if you’re lying down every hour on the hour it seems that the time is wrong i will die on this hill i will heard about it from mouths so big you’d not know they’re your own secret sips on something spry and green through the telephone waking up last a week ago shaken up out the haze for a second for a single one you’re the eyes and ears so i won’t die ‘til i will i will the premonition has come and flipped up the rug over what in the fuck is going on in here and i felt the wind and i know the rub but don’t wish the lord would take me and holy heaven above won’t help the hell outta what in the fuck is going on down here but don’t want the lord to take me now do you wish the lord would take me i will die on this hill i will but i won’t die ‘til i will i will
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STRIP MY SENSES
03:20
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dressed down and waiting around don’t look now no sense in trying to make it sensical but we can sweat it out something to sweat about and if you’d hear me out something to sweat about jerk me ‘round and suck me down spit me out just strip my senses fuck me up fuck me down all positions just strip my senses put me down ready as ever skin and all got it here just as you need it from wall to wall and we can sweat it out something to sweat about and if you’d hear me out something to sweat about fuck me up fuck me down all positions just strip my senses
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PUNCHES
03:48
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drop your guard and punches follow wait and see become part of the problem slam the door come on help pack up your home moving over somewhere i can settle looking closer the detail’s in the devil stone-cold sober wishing up a little you washed a load for days to follow you patched the holes and stole what’s borrowed slam the door come on help pack up your home and if you don’t your home won’t follow moving over now that that’s been settled looking closer the detail’s in the devil stone-cold sober wishing up a little howdya do what’s new with you saw the way and followed through whaddya know i did that too moving on and out of view moving over now that that’s been settled looking closer but slinking incognito stone-cold sober wishing up a little
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ALWAYS ALL WAYS
04:42
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outpatient echoes flow and shudder through the oaks and i was blowing smoke on you but only ‘cos you told me to take one last sip of you the rubes have all departed nevertheless i’m getting to that’s gonna be the last of you outpatient impatient and fucked no matter ‘cos i’m used to being stuck but you are always all ways always the song i’d carry with me always all ways always the one to sing it for me always all ways always the lie i meant so truly we do our time and watch it fly to way-back-when figure that’s the last of you and how i’m wanting more from you make time to play a round of “hey remember when” oughta be the only game we ever have a chance to play half empty all empty turned off no matter ‘cos i’m used to being fucked but you are always all ways always thesong i’d carry with me always all ways always the one to sing it for me always all ways always the one who ran up on me
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PHOTOGENIA
02:59
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he’s just like me but he’s handsome a lotlike me but you like him so what is he other than not me your eyes locked onto a target that picturesque boy from the camera girl you and i don’t have to play doneplayed enough it ain’t much to say can’t remember when’s the last time you stayed in what if i told you i knew it might can’t not draw but i drew it you’re not evenmixing the signals ‘cos girl you and i we ain’t got to play why you wanna wait to tell me so long we done played enough it ain’t much to say why you wanna wait totell me so long what a kick in the teeth that it’s down to genetics cuffing up with that boy ‘cos he’s so photogenic
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114 RIVERWAY
02:34
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a typical day i’ll work and i’ll play too maybe catcha d to fenway and green line it straight to you so long as the world can keep itself spinning and moving in the right direction there ain’t much i’d rather do ‘cos we’rethe real thing don’t care to know a different me ‘cos together’s as real as real we’re the real thing don’t care to know a different you babe together’s as real as realbut you ring me at work a worst case unfolding y’know this ain’t the call i asked for i white-knuckle grip the phone fall to my knees the world doesn’t seem to wannakeep spinning can’t fucking believe can’t fucking believe can’t fucking believe marie what’s it mean i pray i misheard you so please correct me ‘cos what i just heardcould skin me alive well don’t make me make me don’t make me make me don’t make me make me don’t make me make me don’t make me make (me)
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OCULTA
02:54
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one step away from pulling the plug you punish me and prove me right take up residence in the invisible sense and watch me like you think you don’t see me hiding away in plainestof sights the tumbleweeds among the muck disregard that i plainly know what you’re like pretending that you don’t give a fuck ignore the feed of rapture and gleebut log away the hours i spent the up-and-above of being in love run down by certain malcontent cunt hair away from cold-shouldering the shoulder that i lent to crythink that i don’t know that y’know what i’m like obsessing over what mortifies me scabbing and scarred yeah you’re guilty as charged of felony loitering sharpeningthe knife of working backwards through life pretending that i never existed hey i know you’re up ‘cos i seen you as such what about me like what the fuck can youjust say what and if you may give up the games swear i might do the same but that’s just me i said as much can you just say what until we’re made up can you justsay what
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SLATE GRAY LOCKUP
02:20
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focus on my breathing ‘cos it’s seeming that i have to it don’t feel automatic it’s like i gotta think about it perennially looking ‘round and knowing i won’t find you pining wasting rotting empty stomach ripe for knotting how’s it feel to know i’m writhing and it’s ceaseless immaterially speechless and i’m reaching for thereasons joyless dreamless sleepless
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OUTBREATH
08:00
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run the water down and drain it out feels overdue for a flushing spent some time alone just me and phone yeah and the times were disgusting wonder where you’re at no matter that you’ve not once asked how i’m living and when it starts to pile up i’ll call you up monologue by the ringingdream of inhaling your outbreath whenever you’re taking your next breath thirst for a taste of your outbreath until you’ve done taken your last breath when the past has come to pass and it’s laid to restless rest what’s not left to be addressed what’s done is never done dream of inhaling your outbreath whenever you’re taking your next breath when can we share the air again and get on back to present tense until we’re back to that and born again i’ll just go get fucked darling i’m fucked choking on an empty gasp gaping mouth all left aghast feeling what i’m choking on that you’ve gone and run along stop wasting precious time get back to that need of mine filling up my lungs
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Sean Eldon Chicago, Illinois
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