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Pigeon Heart
02:55
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I got a pigeon heart, I got a pigeon heart made outta cheese,
it beats so hard, it falls apart w/incredible ease,
and we paint in the dark, and we paint by the light of our dreams,
and we take our dreams out dancin', on the branches of the trees
we're gonna leave,
we're gonna leave it all beneath
the empty streets, and the street lights overreach,
we're gonna bleed, we're gonna bleed out into the streets,
because we need, we need to feed it, we're near defeated
I got a stupid brain, I got a stupid brain I'm sick in the head-
I fall down dead, you pick me up an' I'm seein' red
an' I'm seein' red where I should be seein' you instead,
but there's so much red, in fronta my head -it makes me wish
that I were somewhere else instead
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Cascade Green
03:00
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can you be stranger than a fiction?
can you be stronger than addiction?
more intense than the attraction between the matches and the gas can?
you see sublime in the absurd, and meaning in the over-heard,
you hold the moment in your hand, can you be water to the dry land?
I can
you don't get it, naw, y'don't get it -you'll never get it right, but
don't sweat it, don't you fret, you're gonna get it
you're gonna get some
you use the method of a science,
with the aim of religion, to find out what it is,
and still know what it means
can you defy your reliance, and bare down on incision?
spill a scarlet tear on a cascade green!?
I don't get it, naw, I don't get it -I never get it right, but
I don't sweat it, I never fret, I'm gonna get it
sometimes
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Brotherhood of Mutants
03:00
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with the wet in your eyes, you got shot from the sky,
but you crashed in a lake and survived
now there's no way to explain that don't make you sound insane,
so you cut through the world in disguise
when the dreams that you had were all psychosexual,
telepathically induced by a depressed extraterrestrial,
don't it make you feel weird?
don't it make you feel special?
don't it make you feel like something more?
there's a light in the tunnel in the shadow of the tower,
so we follow where the torches shine
and the pain that you're feeling, it could go on forever,
so you try not to pay it any mind
when the dreams that you had disappear with the morning,
and your head caves in cause the wait is so boring
that you can't see the point or the beauty or the glory-
-they come up through the cracks in the floor!
to remind us that the story of our life is not behind us,
cause we still have tomorrow at the side of her highness,
and her shyness is only a veil
behind which all beauty is pale
there are teeth in the meat and the heart it still beats,
if you prick at it, does it not bleed?
it conceals, it concedes, still it feels incomplete,
and the need drives the deed to the beach--
-you don't see, you can't see,
or you don't wanna see
you're like me, underneath,
you're like me,
I don't see, I can't see,
or I don't wanna see,
I'm like thee, underneath,
I'm like thee
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Party Crashers
03:17
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when you led me to your bed with bare hands and cat medicine,
my powers were almost gone and my faculties worn thin,
but you saw through my scars to my secret world of meteors,
you dragged me back to shore
but the same could be said about the hole in your head,
it's a window propped open when y'sleep at the beach,
it's way out of reach, it's too close to ignore,
we don't know what it's for, we just know
what we use it for
so we'll be the party-crashers cause y'know we're not invited,
you see us at your door and you get frightened-
we just get excited
but we can't smell your fear because it's everywhere we go,
and we'll do it right here because
we wanna do it right here
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