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mlth
02:27
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I place your hands around my throat
the only throat I have been given
It’s hard to put this thing to words
Which tempts me now to risk them all
Come and sleep inside my home,
The only home that I can give you
When Jove was grown he skinned his goat
This was well, it was her honor
there’s a blemish on my heart
like a dave Matthews band sticker on a car
whatever sweet things you attach to me are not of me
you’ll take them with you when you go
Smooth of flank, caressed, hard-ridden
when jove was grown he cut her throat
Her horns broke off and overflowed
he took only what he was given
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ear
01:17
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I’d write upon the air
and wrap my handwriting around your head
a crown of looping y’s and g’s
that would invite me to draw near
breathe upon your temple and into your perfect ear
I could send a wordless sound
into your mysterious center
warm and dark,
where it would melt pure, uncomprehended
fearlessly received,
it would be the thing whose name I scarce dare speak,
a forever.
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orion
02:46
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I must say I’m not prepared to lose you
Ask me again tomorrow
I don’t know when you thought
I’d give into you
Ask me again tomorrow
what if you go to the mountain
and it shrinks away from you?
I daresay I’m not prepared to lose to you
Try me again tomorrow
All this time within your sight,
It was me on the horizon
all while you thought I was too nice
It was me you should’ve kept your eye on
I must say I’m not prepared to lose you
Ask me again tomorrow
I don’t known when you thought I’d give into you
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4. |
cream of tartar
03:32
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if I try a little harder
then I can fly this thing a little farther
Just around the bend a sweet reminder
Of paradise and why I even bother
it’s not a way that you can say you have not been before
having your heart torn out and then going back for more
throwing good time after bad, that’s what you think I’m doing
but it can’t go wrong tonight, I know because
I am drawing curtains and assuming the position
I’ll make of me that needful thing
I’ll make of me that needful thing
desire is a cruel master
It eats the proud alive and loves a martyr
and I don’t know which is harder
The waiting or the knowing what comes after
it’s not a way that you can say you have not been before
having your heart torn out and then going back for more
throwing good time after bad, that’s what you think I’m doing
but it can’t go wrong tonight, I know because
I am drawing curtains and assuming the position
I’ll make of me that needful thing
I’ll make of me that needful thing
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5. |
cerises
02:21
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what I’ll be is a basket of cherries
un tout petit x sur la poitrine de chacune,
Welling with a thick dark humor
what I’ll eat is a basket of cherries
avaler même les noyaux, les noyer
Dans mon gésier, où pousse un cerisier
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sha la la la
02:40
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I don’t want to be cruel to you
‘cause I’m out of the habit
you’re a piece of work too you know
see how often you get your way?
Not about to be outdone
In terms of keeping my counsel
I’ve already thought it out
Ten or twelve steps along the way
da da da da dum, da da da da da da da dum
mmm sha la la ha oooo
I know how to be good to you
And I’ve made it a habit
I can be stubborn too you know
So go on and get out of my way
It’s very hard to define
But you know when you see it
I’m not afraid anymore
What’s mine is yours,
So don’t let it get away
da da da da dum, da da da da da da da dum
mmm sha la la ha oooo
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hold music
01:03
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I’ve been going steady with a whirlpool for weeks
a hundred miles an hour going round and round without no relief
throw me a rope and I will tie it in a bow around my waist
like a present or a sign to say, “cut along the dotted line, babe”
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cat soul sky
01:55
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my cat stares into my soul, she is calling me out
as a witch I always should know what I am about
from my earliest failures at flight,
skinned knees are my preferred method of blood sacrifice
will it work? There’s only one way that I can find out
sable, a friendlier-than-black-but-weaker-too sky
I fell to the dismissive shoulder roll of a guy
from the way the quartz glints tonight
I can tell I have two choices, I can clean up or fight
as for the moon, she says she would never shrink for a guy
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ubeendone
02:50
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you’ve been done wrong,
you’ve been done wrong,
you’ve been done wrong,
but that don’t give you the right
to pass it along
it’s a mighty hard nut to crack if you try it alone
but that’s all o’ your business and none of my own
I would make you coffee every single day
if I thought for a minute you’d be more inclined to stay
but there I go again, begging doesn’t look good on me
if you look back again, that’ll be something to see
one piece of the puzzle I may never find
why do I hang on so just to be left behind?
But there I go again, making it all ‘bout me
if I for once blink first that’ll be something to see
you’ve been done wrong,
you’ve been done wrong,
you’ve been done wrong,
but that don’t give you the right
(na na na na na na)
to pass it along
it’s a mighty hard nut to crack if you try it alone
but that’s none of my business and all of your own
someday we’ll be happy, someday we’ll be blue
someday we’ll be wise as those we think that we outdrew
and if I know you then, I hope you also know me
if I am more myself, that’ll be someone to be
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10. |
a pelle
03:23
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it’s like all I’ve got are these little shovels
and all I know how to do is dig
but these are some tiny salt cellar shovels
I’ve gotta make the hole deep ‘cause I can’t make it big around
I know it’s on account of these little shovels
that I never get anything done
when every flat surface is a hole waiting to happen
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
he said okay well if you’re gonna shovel
Then why don’t you get yourself some real shovels
And really make a go of it, give it your best heave-ho
But I don’t want to be unfaithful to my always-faithful little shovels
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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crown
04:05
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compliments, pearls thrown to miss piggy to distract her while you flee
are you cutting the rainbow connection while you dance in circles with me?
what’s the point in the world being ending if I’ll never be what you need?
where the hell did you learn that trick if you didn’t learn it from lou reed?
put it on me
more
remember that you can’t take it back again
put it on me
more
I’m starting to feel like myself again
Please don’t wait
Until it’s too late
To put the crown on my head
One of these days I might stand so tall that you can’t reach the top of me
compliments, half-truths made bitter by the second shoe that always drops
makes me like the spots I see when the dancing in circles stops
what’s the point in meeting your next lover if you never can meet yourself?
you can shine your dancing shoes if you really think that will help you get away
put it on me
more
remember that you can’t take it back again
put it on me
more
I’m starting to feel like myself again
put it on me
more
remember that you can’t take it back again
put it on me
more
I’m starting to feel like myself again
Please don’t wait
Until it’s too late
To put the crown on my head
One of these days I might stand so tall that you can’t reach the top of me
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12. |
onglet
02:14
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j’ai renversé ta tasse de café sur mon lit aussitôt que t’es parti
comme si pour diviner quel continent te me volera
je dirais groenland et l’archipel arctique-canadien
un matelas taché de sang et du café, une metaphore pas inappropriée
même s’il vaut mieux ne pas noter ses metaphores comme je le fais,
étant gauchère je suis prédisposée à tout gâcher
voilà, c’est plus la peine de parler autour d’un amour que tu ne ressens pas
depuis mille neuf-cent soixante-dix-huit, un homme de Lafayette, Louisianne qui s’appelle Richard Gibson a collectionné toutes ses coupures d’ongle dans un pot, qu’il affiche chez lui comme un trésor
ce qui nous separe d’un tel personnage n’est pas un gout pour le vraiment degeulasse, mais la devotion qu’il faut pour s’attaquer à une tâche qui n’aura jamais fin, qui n’aura jamais fin, n’aura jamais fin
tu vois, c’est plus ma faute : impénétrable, tu arriveras intact à la porte de la prochaine femme
voilà, c’est plus la peine de parler autour d’un amour qui restera dans son pot, et n’aura jamais fin n’aura jamais fin n’aura jamais fin n’aura jamais fin
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13. |
herod antipas
03:01
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you’d have turned to ash and blown away by now
if it was true what they say
about loving oneself before one can know the love of another
thanks to the miracles of 21st-century civilization
you’re never as alone as you might guess
in the bible you were an agent of herod antipas
jesus caught some flack for dining in your questionable company
he told those who would judge you that
he has come to call not the righteous but rather sinners to repentance
a story you’ve heard too much too believe: irrespective of merit,
two souls board a creaky gravitron and emerge wholly blended
when she feeds you all her favorite foods, plays you her favorite records
she is saying I require no privacy from you
you’d have turned to ash and blown away by now
if you ever were gonna
a story you’ve heard too much too believe: repentance
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