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You want more dicks in the lyrics?
Go write your own song faggot!
You want something to make you feel it?
Go write your own song faggot!
I wrote this faggot song
So you could sing along
And be a faggot too
And if it doesn't work for you, then:
Go write your own song faggot!
Go write your own song faggot!!
Go write your own song faggot!!!
Go write your own song!!!!
You're not being a faggot
The way I want you to be a faggot
You're not being a faggot
The way I want you to be a faggot
I'm not being a faggot
The way you want me to be a faggot
I'm not being a faggot
The way you want me to be a faggot
The way you want me to be a faggot
The way you want me to be a faggot
The way you want me to be a faggot
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llap&jo
01:46
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Rings on our cocks, not on our fingers
A promise to stay even after the winter
You coo in my ear: "let's live long and prosper;
I’ll stitch you up and pull out the splinters"
Boy you've got us tugging til an end that never comes
I let you in
You let me in
We make a home wherever we go
All I want is to be quiet in your arms
I don't care if we ever cum
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nothing to be sorry for
02:51
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We can't just go telling everyone who we are
Find me in the backyard: pants down, cock hard, ass out
Saying please please
Make this body feel anything but sweat sick with worry
Saying sorry when there’s nothing to be sorry for
We can’t swim so we dive in
Don’t tell them what we did
Some love is long lived
Some is just fists full of fading flowers
Waiting for better
Another constellation on the loom
And you’re in the other room
Saying “shut up with that stoner wisdom
Just say what you really mean”
What if we're all just walking hurt
Pockets full of hometown dirt
Heads full of dreams of sweat sweet
Pockets empty, no more worry
No more saying sorry when there's nothing to be sorry for
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good boy
03:46
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A stuck fuck
Our bodies didn't dare to reach an ending
You cut up little seeds and plant them neat
Every evening we play easy to get hard
Using words we learned from an old videotape
You were a good boy, I was a fire escape
Putting my hand inside a hand inside a hole inside a handkerchief
We all carry something to wipe our noses clean
So we get messy
You undress me
We go tumbling into places we were told not to go
Without a map of the road
You lean in close and say: “let's get lost together baby”
Yeah and you're right
My past isn't up to you
All we have is right now and right now I'm looking at the moon and swooning
Swinging
Getting drunk on this great feeling
That look in your eyes
It makes me want to die
A thousand times
But instead of saying that
I'll kiss your forehead
And take off my clothes again
Put all my words away and stay out of my head
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Some creation myth
His accounting for size
We folly between
Porn and pepto
Top and bottom
But nothing migrates past July
The sky stark and windless
The bed barely moves
I have bad dreams
That we are fighting
All of the time
But when I wake up I
Have a hard-on
And we're not fighting
And everything is fine
I have bad dreams
That we are fighting
All of the time
But when I wake up I
Have a hard-on
And we're not fighting
And everything is fine
Might my hair going gray
Have something to scratch
Skipping sleep for some overblown dream
Instead of waking up after he's left the house
Hey now I'm hard again
His again
Thinking about it later
My pockets filled with wedding grass and sleeping pills
I have bad dreams
That we are fighting
All of the time
But when I wake up I
Have a hard-on
And we're not fighting
And everything is fine
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New friend, old ache growing loud again
A cloud of strange smoke passes by
And all we have is time
Words were your enemy
So what the hell were you doing with me?
Grabbed some rope and pulled me close, said:
"We're stuck stuck stuck together"
When we kissed it was some bliss
But it broke us each differently
Because maybe
We'd both rather be fucked up than loved
Come closer
Let me put my hands in places that they shouldn't be
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Why is desire like this?
Come closer
Say the things I wanna hear that you don't even mean
Don't leave don't leave don't leave
Why is desire like this?
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buttfuck sonnet
02:49
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We segregate our cum from connection
Just an erection alone in a cage
Or a hole open, pick the part you want to play
A costume for each scene as we set the stage
I'm not the main character
But I have the right clothes for the occasion (which is none)
Some vaseline for the psychology
Of who we become in the dark, fumbling
When you're a freak, they let you know it
So you sing a great chorus
Of hating yourself for being yourself
And open wide while you do it
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
When every word used to describe it is just crass
So I say fuck and we fuck and we fuck
When all I really want is to be as close to you as I can be without even touching
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That knot of not knowing
Wool pulled over my eyes as you hunt for scraps in the night
There's nothing I can do to stop you
You've got guns to clean
Weapons you don't need
And you're pointing them at me, saying
"I feel so safe with you, I feel soooooo safe with you"
You’re a wasp, not a bee, I see it clearly now
She tried to warn me about this kind of thing, I didn’t listen
I soaked myself in sugar, put my blood on display for all to see
I want to say I love you in the light, not in dark, can we?
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never enough
03:21
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Some sleep is being awake instead
Being clawed at by strange men
Who don’t care if I live or die
As long as I can make them cum
Home is a place that you run away from
My legs were behind my head when we met, what did you expect?
Maybe it’s easier to be filled and then filled again than be full and content
Sure we could swim in gold flowers and waste every hour together, it's effortless
But I love you, for me, is a sorrow, you see, like a riverbed
You can’t argue with that
Believe me some things never get clean
We leave traces on everything
It's never enough so we keep searching
It's never enough so I keep searching
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There will never be a song about this feeling
I'm trying but I can't write it
Some things can't be made into anything
You can't sort them into sense
They just become meaningless
Some escape from the facts of it
Which is that I too have been a shit
There's no pointing fingers
And though I spent many nights with a needle and thread and a song that I sang alone in my head and I patched up my clothes and wove ways I could hope I could not
Fix myself
Through you
I could not fix myself through you
But if I turn it into some story
If I spell out all the things I felt
And someone asks me about it ten years later
What the fuck am I supposed to say?
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jordaan mason Toronto, Ontario
a confused human being singing songs about being a confused human being
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