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the north pole
00:29
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(eleven point three: all blood swallowed goes north)
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2. |
bedtime
03:34
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fall asleep with littlewhitelies
bury them in my bed. say: it's ok
because everybody's looking (yeah everybody does it)
peel away the bedsweat get down on yr knees
take one tablet (7.5mg) at bedtime daily
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3. |
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your arms are the length of the river(ican'tswimthelengthoftheriver)
my ordinary mouth tries to make sound
(all the great lakes in my belly not a song to sing)
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4. |
buzz/bleach
03:18
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and what dog you! you walk from my spit(how dare you)
we hang from the trees like we bark for the leaves
to strip from this mouth, i have found the curtains
to make this room good to make this life better and good
let's go and fill our faces with blood
and sore backs my campfire body
we blaze our orifices with train wrecks only
and sleep our nights as bearded ladies
there are peels in the place i have saved you
your insects from your sleeping the bed through
and it takes only tears of the flesh fruit
you are buzzed from the bleach of the bedroom
(you can eat all my skin, if you want to)
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5. |
i call them; they come
01:19
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(a time for rest)
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6. |
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we were built to scare
(the birds away)
(the shit out of you)
what did you say i'm made of
(is that what they're calling skin now)
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7. |
sings again: the snow
02:06
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there's nowhere to put any faith
under
these
white
blankets
sometimes i walk around with a ghost i have no idea where his body goes and we're waiting limp on lawns for lungs and your language lost is gone and gone round about the wrecks for rails i found you sleeping in the corn field and your mother sings again the snow sometimes she walks around with a ghost (blood we call it now fills up the mattress)
what did i tell you about
leaving
the bathroom light
on
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8. |
visual training
04:01
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welding
weather
being
bones
i've got shelter
please, come home
(all this wood no one to fill it)
burn down the churches
(i have your secrets __ believe me you can't
__________________ keep anything from me)
you must be patient
believe in nothing it is so much easier
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9. |
canary, some song
02:07
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protect them
your lungs
for! for? for!
sing, sing
we all have
words! words? words!
your house is made of
wood, wood
we slide the forest
with with
paper! paper? paper!
you are all the sand i am
waiting for.
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10. |
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(turn down the furnace)
no one notices the bark between
doorways(the skin peeled between)
rooms we sleep sound in
but do we sleep sound when
we make no sound in
who: in the garden?
perform yr violence
let's get it done with(by blood,
____________________________ do you mean mine)
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11. |
wooden bells: ring!
04:23
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wander halls
of hospitals
& birthday! birthday!
don't give water
don't get wood for
we bring lakes to
bodies of water
i have made this shelter
i don't mind (no really i don't mind at all it's not a problem)
wooden bells: ring (i_______ don't_______ mind_______)
seatbelt right
& birthday! birthday!
you say don't cause flood
bring what you dreamt
i am not yours and
i don't mind
(i already
pulled out all
my own hair there
is nothing left
to do)
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jordaan mason Toronto, Ontario
a confused human being singing songs about being a confused human being
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