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Dirt
03:19
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Lyrics:
we all grow and we all die
and i think i’m gonna be buried alive
lungs filled with dirt and my veins ain’t got no air
but i ain’t never gonna make it out alive
what does it mean to be stuck here
too tired to live and too scared to die
maybe every day is a small death
don’t know if i’ll make it out alive
so maybe they’ll bury me
in my bedsheets and dirty dishes
and maybe time’s wasted
and seeds frosted
and gemination's unkempt
untimely displacement
roots frozen
and my body lost in a moldy stagnation
but goddamn it
i’ll spit dirt and dig
veins blossom and braid
twisted and unattainable
bones gnarled into branches
and hearts hidden from the eye
so maybe they’ll bury me
in my bedsheets and dirty dishes
and maybe time’s wasted
and seeds frosted
and gemination's unkempt
untimely displacement
root’s frozen
and my body's lost in a moldy stagnation
but goddamn it
i’ll spit dirt and dig
oh
oh
oh
maybe they’ll bury me
in my bedsheets and dirty dishes
and maybe time’s wasted
and seeds frosted
and gemination's unkempt
untimely displacement
root’s frozen
and my body's lost in a moldy stagnation
but goddamn it
i’ll spit dirt and dig
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2. |
Basil
02:59
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Lyrics:
Wish I could live in a garden
Although I have a red thumb
There’d be a swing on a tree in the garden
And a stream so cold my toes would get numb
I’d be so happy in my garden
No one would ever call me dumb
We’d all be kind inside my garden
We’d just sing and laugh until the morning comes
But I don’t live in a garden
I live on a computer screen
I’m all alone inside my home
Where no one can hear me scream
But I dream that you would come and swing with me
Underneath the blooming cherry tree
To talk about what we wanna see
What we wanna do, what we wanna be
I have no riches to offer you
No diamonds, or rubies, or sapphires blue
But darling I would give you my hand
If you just buy me a basil plant
And basil cures depression
At least I read that online once
To make a quick confession
I still believe I’m just a dunce, you see
But I’d feel a little better if you got some basil for me
There’s so much basil in my garden
In the garden I made up
I could raze a billion every day
And there’d still be more than enough
But I’ll never live in a garden
I have a crippling fear of dirt
I live here in the real world
And in the real world you get hurt
I blurt out won’t you come and swing with me
Underneath my made up cherry tree
To sing or talk or just hold hands
Either way I’d understand
I’m afraid that I’d have nothing to say
But I’ll keep talking anyway
And darling I would give you my hand
If you just buy me a basil plant
And basil cures depression
At least I read that online once
And to make a quick confession
I still believe I’m just a dunce, you see
But I’d feel a little better if you got some basil for me
And how to cure depression
I've looked that up online once or twice
But I think you're so nice
So won't you come and swing with me?
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3. |
On the Playground
04:00
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Lyrics:
I was never good at monkey bars
I was never good at runnin’
I was never good at being loved back
But I still thought you were so stunnin’
I thought you were like an angel from up high
And I was just a canary in a coalmine
All I ever wanted was somebody to love me
I wished on every single shooting star up above me
But when we played house I played the stairs
And you walked all over my spine
And I said hey, at least I’m included
You didn’t have to be so kind
But now I have your footprints on my back
They hurt when I’m having an asthma attack
But I’m sure that you had your reasons for pushing me down
On the playground
I was never good at seeking you out
But I was even worse at hiding
I was never good at getting angry
So I never got the hang of fighting
I thought you could give me some purpose
But you hurt me, don’t think it was on purpose
All I ever wanted was somebody to like me
To think that I was funny and to not wanna fight me
But when we played house I played the stairs
And you walked all over my spine
And I said hey, at least I’m included
You didn’t have to be so kind
But now I have your footprints on my back
They hurt when I’m having a panic attack
But I’m sure that you had your reasons for pushing me down
On the playground
I am sorry for being so annoying
So saccharine and cloying
I am sorry for crying and for telling
For singing and rebelling
Now when we play house I ask to be the stairs
And I offer you my spine
And you say hey, that’s so considerate
How are you so kind?
Cause now I crave your footprints on my back
Walk on me or I’ll have a heart attack
And I forgive all your reasons for pushing me down
On the playground
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4. |
Belly Ache
04:30
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Lyrics:
it starts like this in a room so heavy
in a living room that feels like it don’t welcome me
my boots are tied in
my legs are crossed
this is what being alive costs
i got this melody in my mind that keeps me up at night
i have this urge to love her
but she don’t treat me right
my boots are tied in
my legs are crossed
this is what being alive costs
but i got this silly little belly ache
that i think is movin’ to my brain
i wanna tell ya
tell ya the truth, babe
i got this silly little belly ache
and i know is movin’ to my brain
wish i tell ya
tell ya the truth, babe
you’re an angel from a higher world
but i’m feelin’ like i won’t be enough
you got me stutterin’ every time you walk
and i’m starin’ at your lips every time you talk
and this is where it starts
i got this feelin’ that you come with more than i know
but that’s okay ’cause i’m sure that i just want you to know
that i’m in
i’m in i’m in i’m in for the long run
you have a heart that fills me like a balloon
and i would float for miles just to hear a tune that sounds
that sounds sounds sounds like you
but i got this silly little belly ache
that i swear is moving to my brain
i have tell ya
tell ya the truth babe
but i got this silly little belly ache
and it’s settin’ up in my brain
i will tell ya
tell ya the truth babe
you’re an angel from a higher world
but i’m feelin’ like i won’t be enough
you got me stutterin’ every time you walk
and i’m starin’ at your lips every time you talk
and this is where it
oh
oh
oh
oh
baby i got this silly little belly ache
and baby it’s migratin’ into a very gratin’ migraine
’cause baby my brain has a little belly ache
so the roses will bloom
every time i’m with you
and the sun and the moon
it makes up all that you are
’cause i do
want to
love you
this belly ache has conquered my brain
but not much more than you
’cause i just feel like the roses will bloom
every time i’m with you
look at the sun and the moon girl
it makes up all that you are
’cause i do
want to
love you
this belly ache has conquered my brain
but not much more than you
no
no more than you
you know that nothing’s more than
more than you
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5. |
Candyland
03:06
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Lyrics:
i am lost in sweet shadows
i am lost in the molasses dark
i am lost in a world of my creation
i am lost in peppermint bark
i am on an island on the ocean in my head
i am traveling with the monster under my bed
the mountains are made of sugar and i think so is the sand
i think that i am lost in candyland
candyland candyland
i don’t wanna go home
cause in candyland candyland
i am on my own
i wander through the streets at night
i wonder why there is no light
there are gingerbread houses full of gingerbread men
they have no faces to smile at me but i smile to them
candyland candyland
everything here moves slow
i am scared in candyland
but i don’t want to go
i find a chocolate castle that overlooks the wood
the doors lock behind me as i knew they would
call it a prison or call it a fantasy
there’s plenty here to eat and it’s all for me
candyland candyland
there’s no one real around
in candyland candyland
so should i eat my crown
candyland candyland
i languish on my throne
i am here in candyland
and i am all alone
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6. |
Rosaline
03:07
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Lyrics:
Rosaline, what is it like to be all alone on a Sunday afternoon
When you ordered tea for two?
Rosaline, what is it like to be by yourself
When he puts you on the shelf? (oh woah)
And the crow caws and scares away the birds of paradise.
And Rosaline’s eyes are fire and her smile is ice.
So Rosaline why
Don’t you just fly away?
Rosaline, what is it like to never be enough (You'll never be enough)
And when you call him on his bluff
He runs away? (You made him run away you made him run, run)
Rosaline, what is it like to be easily replaced
By a prettier face, cause that’s all you are? (You think you're pretty, oh what a pity, baby)
And the crow caws and scares away the birds of paradise.
And Rosaline’s eyes are fire, her smile is ice.
So Rosaline why
Don’t you just fly away?
And he said “the all-seeing sun
never saw her match since the world begun”
But she was the maiden moon
And he was gone too soon
When he left for the sun.
So Rosaline, what is it like to have survived
When all the rest of them have died? (woah oh)
And the crow caws and scares away the birds of paradise.
And Rosaline’s eyes are fire and her smile is ice.
So Rosaline why
Don’t you just fly away?
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7. |
Ladybird
03:37
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Lyrics:
Ladybird, ladybird fly away home
Your library's on fire and your books will all burn
The invaders and zealots set it aflame
The fire is spreading and can’t be contained
And my lungs are filling with smoke
My mother had no cure for the word of sorrow and sin
And my father had no vast library for me to seek refuge in:
I sipt sickness and spit sugar instead
Books don’t grow on trees but fires sure do
They’re a dime a dozen; here’s a dollar just for you
And a loaf of burning bread
So ladybird, ladybird fly away home
Your city is on fire and your buildings will burn
The glue and the whisky set it aflame
The fire is spreading and can’t be contained
And my throat is closing from smoke
My mother’s limbs were made of wood and she cried tears of rain
Burning up her body to wash away my pain
Sometimes she was too late
Dolls don’t grow on trees but fires sure do
You’ll see them in your dreams and when you come to
Such shall be our fate
So ladybird, ladybird fly away home
Your planet is on fire and your forests will burn
The greed and the glory set it aflame
The fire is spreading and can’t be contained
And I’m allergic to smoke
So ladybird, ladybird fly away home
Your house is on fire and your children will burn
The invaders and zealots set it aflame
The fire is spreading and can’t be contained
But I’m used to breathing smoke
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8. |
My Mama Taught Me
00:57
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Lyrics:
My mama taught me good table manners.
My mama taught me to be kind.
My mama taught me to be respectful, but
My mama taught me to speak my mind.
Oh, I’m sittin’ pretty at your dinner table:
Better play nice.
Can’t mind my Ps and Qs with the ones holding my shackles but I’m
Sure gonna try to.
Two, a-one, two three four.
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9. |
Dinner with the Devil
02:48
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Lyrics:
The first course, of course, has to be your pride:
Swallow it until you feel good inside.
Next is the bodies of your sisters and your brothers
Garnished with the tears of your father and your mother.
Don’t talk too much and keep your elbows off the table.
Smile twice as much as you thought that you were able
In order to survive.
If you wanna stay alive
You have to stoop to his level
When you’re having dinner with the devil.
We preach love (love love love love love and life)
We teach life
But polite conversations don't end nobody’s strife.
We preach life (life)
We teach love (and love)
He says to turn the other cheek, she says I gotta push and shove
They say I gotta mind my manners (be polite)
Be glad I’m sittin’ here at all (be grateful, be glad)
And maybe they’ll accept me
They’ll love me and respect me
Or maybe they’ll bring forth my fall
So smile and watch your mouth
Before everything goes south
Try to believe his lies
(Cause you know that all he does is lie)
In order to survive
If you wanna stay alive
You have to stoop to his level
When you’re having dinner with the devil
Who set the table
And who will sit down
We do all we are able
But they own this town
They feed and entertain us but that’s just on the surface.
All we do is for the devil cause we’re his bread and circus
In order to survive
If you wanna stay alive (alive alive)
You have to stoop to his level
When you’re having dinner with the devil
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10. |
Canary
04:24
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Lyrics:
I’m little and I’m yellow-bellied.
Dark-eyed, never quiet.
At least my hair is soft and feathery
And all this soul I have- you couldn’t buy it.
I saw a Subaru commercial yesterday
And I cried.
’Cause there was a dog who grew old and it was implied
That he died.
Two hundred feet
Deep in the dark,
Carrying a spark to see:
I’m the first one sensin’ it
Cause I’m just a little sensitive.
I’m a canary in a coalmine.
I wanna fly away, fly away.
But there’s no air in this coalmine
But I will sing today, sing today.
But my throat is tight my voice is dying
And I’m scared of the dark.
Wish I could be with my friends, flying.
Wish I could sing like a lark.
But I’m sick all the goddamn time,
And that’s fine.
It’s just my wings feel heavy and my brain’s not mine,
But that’s fine.
Two hundred feet
Deep underground.
The silence sounds deafening:
I’m the first one sensin’ it
Cause I’m so damn sensitive.
I’m a canary in a coalmine.
I wanna fly away, fly away.
But there’s no air in this coalmine
But I will sing today, sing today.
Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Two hundred feet
Deep in the dark,
And I’m the spark you’re carrying:
I’m the first one sensin’ it:
Sometimes it pays to be sensitive.
I’m a canary in a coalmine.
I wanna fly away, fly away.
There’s no air, I’m leaving this coalmine
And I will sing today, sing today
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11. |
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Lyrics:
My words are made of sugar
But my tongue is made of lead
All clumsy and peculiar
Are the honied words I said
My words melt in the morning
Cause in the morning it rains
The water strips away the sugar
Til just peculiar remains
My mama said to do unto others
As you’d have them do for you
But I’ve been told I’m kind of needy
So there’s a lot for me to do
And I could pretend there’s a glamorous application for kindness
And i could pretend that you get what you give
And i could pretend that i will be recognized
And i’m not just pouring syrup in a sieve
It rains every morning
And almost every night
Yet I never see it coming
And I never get it right
My mama said to do unto others
As you’d have them do for you
But sometimes it feels like the others
Don’t give so much as I do
And I could pretend there’s a pragmatic application for kindness
And i could pretend that you get what you give
And i could pretend that i will be rewarded
And i’m not just pouring syrup in a sieve
Does it do anything
The syrup that I pour
It always seems to disappear
But I give more and more
But one time I made you smile
And that’s worth more than can be said
Birthday cards get thrown away
That doesn’t mean they don’t get read
But at least there is a practical application for kindness
And i don’t need to get what i give
Sometimes i think it’d be nice to be rewarded
But I like pouring syrup in a sieve
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12. |
Rosaline
03:08
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Rosaline, what is it like to be all alone on a Sunday afternoon when you ordered tea for two?
Rosaline, what is it like to be by yourself when he puts you on the shelf? (oh woah)
And the crow caws and scares away the birds of paradise.
And Rosaline’s eyes are fire and her smile is ice.
So Rosaline why don’t you just fly away?
Rosaline, what is it like to never be enough and when you call him on his bluff he runs away?
Rosaline, what is it like to be easily replaced by a prettier face, cause that’s all you are.
And the crow caws and scares away the birds of paradise.
And Rosaline’s eyes are fire, her smile is ice.
So Rosaline why don’t you just fly away?
And he said “the all-seeing sun never saw her match since the world begun”
But she was the maiden moon and he was gone too soon when he left for the sun.
So Rosaline, what is like to have survived when all the rest of them have died? (woah oh)
And the crow caws and scares away the birds of paradise.
And Rosaline’s eyes are fire and her smile is ice.
So Rosaline why don’t you just fly away?
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