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Pitchfork
03:11
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“Pitchfork”
It shouldn’t be this dark on my judgement day. I can hear you laughing from a mile away. I guess that I was sitting pretty on my death bed, honey. I should’ve made a more gracious go of my days.
No, it shouldn’t be this dark on my judgement day. I was carving your initials with a pitchfork, baby. Now I’m flying in the fire under andha-tamisra and praying to Christ in a whole new way.
Shouldn’t I be conscious on my judgment day? Is it predetermined fate or an eternal sleep? Was it my lack of faith or the 7 evil deeds? Will I be fed to the dogs when there’s no room for me?
Now it shouldn’t be this dark on my judgement day. I was carving your initials in the brimstone, honey. Now I’m flying in the fire under andha-tamisra, and I’ve been praying to Christ in a whole new way. I said I’ve been learning all my lessons in a whole new way.
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Silvio
05:00
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“Silvio"
You read me a spanish elegy. And the song of her ghost by Silvio Rodriguez wept lower, for our coupled souls, than it ever did before. “I can’t even stand the house anymore". I got too comfortable too fast. But I saw that coming before I stepped through your door. And here I am again singing songs for you on your floor. Those death black eyes viper through my blood, at the same time, wires of lighting hang me from my nightmares in tired, red, western light. But, hey, look at you. You’re my best friend. You’re my baby. You have no clue. And I even told you.
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Aquarius
04:13
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“Aquarius"
Two aching legs draped over an arm rest. Sapphire February, turn to me; a look I acquiesce violently eclipses. Must stay quiet. Every cycle, seemingly. Loud. Threatening. Phase for phase.
Frost instills along the sill all while we lay. A cold birth. Coming day.
Hope instills along my will all while we lay. A tried-and-true dying way.
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Hard Up
05:55
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"Hard Up”
A hapless life is all that I have left of this severed tale of hearts. I been hard up on my luck and run down every bar. And every choice that I made in 2 years of my life went to the pretty eyes that haunt me. Now I’m careless and I’m free lord I got nothin. Cuz you can’t see through my poison eyes. And you can’t hurt through my poison heart. And you can’t speak through my poison tongue. But you can poison me all you want. A letter and a reluctant promise was all that I could leave headin for the road. Cuz honey I just had to be back on my own. Now I float past the women like a blindfolded ghost cuz I always hold the rose. You can’t see through my poison eyes. You can’t hurt through my poison heart. And you can’t breathe through my poison lungs. But you can poison me all you want.
You took my hand and walked me through the fire that we set together. And I never knew how it felt to die till you took me there. I took your hand and walked you through the fire that we set together. And you never knew how it felt to die till I left you there. But was it for the better? Who took my hand and walked me through the fire that we set together?
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Mural
05:37
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“Mural”
It’s only fair I do you, so you do me. Babe I’ll do me, for you. I hemmed my broken spirit up next to yours. A mural weeping for the dull pain that’s grown between us. I held that rifle with a sternness you’ve seen before. We held back tears and pulled back more.
It’s only fair I die too. So I’ll do you. Babe, I’ll aim straight through you.
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