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boy
03:38
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faceless boy in the brown dresser drawer
remember when you leave to close the bedroom door
coz i know you'll run away to the caves in your head
and as much as you scream, no one will know what you've said
but your burnt toasty smile will grin and collapse with me
and i'll hear your jazz as you blend with tea leaves
and i will wait for you
i will wait for you in the cold
but oh faceless boy in the brown dresser drawer
remember when you leave, i will love you more
coz your foreign exchange will leave you feeling alone
and as much as you scream, you'll never find your way home
and you'll never know
you'll never know how yellow you can be
how yellow you can be when you're gone
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2. |
wait
03:23
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my hands are themes without statements
a playwright crying
a jar closed too tightly
spilling and leaking
rhetoric and green
and i'm dangling my feet
in a skyline of trees
highways of branches
tied to my ankles
snare drums crash
my body twists
i repeat myself & still
nothing is solid
carnival sounds and peeled smiles afloat
i'm coming undone in your purple throat
stay
darling
won't you stay?
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3. |
for you
03:33
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boy, you're beautiful
you've got that rhythm in your smile
and you're the other half that
fits up against my ribcage
and i would chase down
the firewood armies
just to get back to your arms
i wanna let you know
i wanna let you know
boy, you're so beautiful
all in your tangles
and the folds of your body
a movement of music
your hands tremble lightly
in the stains of my shirt
my room's all a mess of maps
with green dotted lines
that reach out to the countries
of your hands
it might be predictable but i can't seem to sleep
without you
now as it starts to snow
this town's feeling weary and
no matter how far you are
i'll wait in solitude
and dance to the sound of you
calling my name in the hallways so empty
no one can take your place
and i'll wrap my hands in you
not needing words to tell you that i need you
or god, boy, i love you
and the greenery of your spine
and no matter how far away
the sheets of this bed will hold your embraces
and tell stories to the floorboards when i cannot sleep
it might seem objective
but your voice brings such comfort
and my arms need your body
so won't you come home to me
we'll believe that we're living
with more than just starched white shirts
the mood swings all violent
in the doorframes of airports
and canada's cold these days
but i've got your sweater, boy
until you come back
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4. |
untitled
04:25
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i awoke, your strings no longer lifting
dancing plaid pirouettes in your lion’s den
no guns no knives
i’m afraid that i am alive
stop grinning your teeth
coz the fire’s getting weaker
when my knees give out
the ghosts say god will save me
the fog drowns their song
and my throat leaves a howl
and i’m waiting
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5. |
folds (live)
03:54
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saturday
you let go
that bucket of flowers
and i slept
in the folds of your favourite shirt
and i slept
in the folds of your body
and where did it all go?
they came in blue
and took you away
it's funny how loud the silence is
it covered me like six hundred blankets of melting snow
and i slept
in the folds of your favourite shirt
and i slept
in the folds of your body
and where did it all go?
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6. |
pack up everything
02:15
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jordaan mason Toronto, Ontario
a confused human being singing songs about being a confused human being
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