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paint song
02:53
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let’s watch some pulp fictions together
while we shuffle our deck of cards
and we’ll become more dazed and confused
we gazed at the color blue
don’t cry just yet
our run across the fading bridge has just started
i see the moon
sleeping her baby children goodnight
the moon’s fingers, they slipped
and the children fell to wherever is nowhere
don’t die just yet
the paint brush still has to mix and twist our heads
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i gaze upon the empty chair by the fire
oh, how I miss a certain someone that doesn’t even exist
i watch the mice walk into the walls
i just wish that I was small enough to fit through that door
the house that milo built was made of sticks and a blanket
but everything, it all just soaked in the rain
oh, and how milo wishes he was aliferous
but there was no air for his wings to flap in
his exulansis made him stop breathing out
because the little mice didn’t know how to speak
milo’s blanket of a roof flew away in the storm
and he felt the breeze and cold rain against his skin
there hid a small case in the corner of his home
it was covered by the water from the clouds
a tiny little trumpet had water all up in its horn
and its tears blended in with the rain drops
my dearest wishes are that you are upon the horizon
but i don’t think i can see past the hills
oh, milo he was just a burdened saint
but every single saint has always had a past
but i’m sitting here
i'm standing right over the edge
the house that milo built
wasn’t stable enough for shelter
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3. |
voyager neptune
02:04
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my dry pink hands
burn in the cold winter breeze
could i let my soul out of my body
and let him be free
my dry tears glands
they seem they’re not working
my hands amputate from my bleeding wrists
and my fingers crawl and go lurking
the earth is moving faster
than how long it takes me to process it
my heart is sprinting from my worries
i remember when nature put me at ease
my legs cannot stand up and move around
for hours I stare at the drying paint as i sit
the floating heads are moaning of despair
they do nothing but laugh and tease
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4. |
untitled christmas song
01:36
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there sits a tiny christmas tree
on a tiny little desk in a white, empty room
there’s no leaves, it’s only a dead bush
but if it’s decorated, then you can call it whatever you want
the man who owned that tiny christmas tree
was convinced that his family was with him around the fire
but the doctors told him otherwise
they’re just blind or delusional
it’s just a normal christmas for him
in a normal looking living room
i enjoyed my christmas dinner
but they said that there wasn’t anything there
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home sweet home
i’ll sacrifice my life for this realm
home sweet home
i was never welcome in the real world
home sweet home
i’ll rip out my teeth one by one
home sweet home
i want them to worship me
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moon-phased neptune Calgary, Alberta
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