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Imagine
04:46
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I am the split lip of your daughter’s.
I am the bruise on mother’s thigh.
I am the rent across this landscape. That ripped right through Pakistan.
That’s ripping through Afghanistan.
That’s going to rip that’s going to rip that’s going to rip through old Iran.
Chorus
Fill your fists full of stones occupy judges thrown imagine I killed John Lennon.
Fill your fists full of rocks lock my wrists in the stocks.
Imagine the stones are raining down from heaven, there is no heaven there is no heaven.
hea hea heaven, there aint no hea hea heaven, there aint no hea hea heaven there ain’t no Hea heaven.
I am the man who came in silence. I am the spread of his venereal disease.
I am the crowd that gathers quickly, so quickly.
Composed of judge, composed of jury. Composed of fear composed of fury.
Composing guilt, fabricate built.
Chorus
Fill your fists full of stones occupy judges thrown imagine I killed John Lennon.
Fill your fists full of rocks lock my wrists in the stocks.
Imagine the stones are raining down from heaven, there is no heaven there is no heaven.
hea hea heaven, there aint no hea hea hea heaven.
Bridge
It might be hard for you to resist. A picture black and white as this. Your childrens kindergarten teacher named Fred, sleeping with the local teacher named Ted. Imagine them up late at night. Fucking by the bedroom light. Reading boks by Nabokov. Dreaming bout your lolipop.
XTRO
Well there aint no them, there aint no us.
And there aint no me, there aint no you.
And you aint got no right, you aint got no wrong.
Cause there aint no black, there aint no white.
And there sure as hell aint no heaven, there aint no heaven.
I am the you, you are the we, we are the he, he is the she, she is the we
we are the banker baker profit maker. We are the teachers, we are the preachers, we are the baseball bleachers. We are steeple, we are the people, we are cold breath at night while two lovers fight. yeah hea yeah heah etc.
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2. |
Imperfect Man
02:20
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I want to tell you who I am. An imperfect man with pidgeon toed feet
dancing down cobbled stone streets.
I want to tell you where I’m at. Kicking up stones with these disfigured bones
I’m no Fred Astair. You couldn’t care less
Chorus
You couldn’t care less. You couldn’t care less no no.
about the man I might be one day or the wrds I might use to describe all the things
I was planning to do for you for you, oh oh for you for you.
I want to tear off all these clothes. These emperor’s robes, to show you these disfigurements
my inheritance alone.
I want to peel three layers of skin to reveal what’s within.
Have a look and tell me what you think.
Chorus
You couldn’t care less. You couldn’t care less no no.
about the man I might be one day or the wrds I might use to describe all the things
I was planning to do for you for you, oh oh for you for you.
Bridge
And at the end of the day with my bones on display.
And my skin folded thrice into lantern like kites.
Held in the air with your breath with your night.
But this latern like kite was lit with your might.
So tell me. What is left. Tell me what is left of me
Tell me what is left tell me what is left of me.
I want to spill out all these guts.
The if’s and’s and but’s.
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3. |
Jimmy
02:56
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Jimmy pushed a steel spike, skin deep, dull point, pushed inside.
Ulcerated brainwaves, cool breeze, calm seas.
Drawn with a need filled with promises hoax, bought with counterfeit hopes and
the rings of his beautiful wife. Yes he had one.
Pull that needle out of my dead body, over my dead body.
Jimmy was a brave man, broke nose, toothless invectives
spat across the broke tile green bile, warm embrace.
Drawn with a needle filled with three square meals, a bed without bugs
and a blanket to cover his wife. Yes he had one.
Drape that blanket over her dead body, over her dead body.
Chorus
But for the grace of your god
But for the grace of your god
But for the grace of your god
His god, her god
What god
Jimmy was a wee thing, yea long, from head to toe and Jimmy’s father swung first thought last
what thought. And just like a Russian Matrioshka doll the habits of the son emerge from fathers hands. Fingers and wrists conspire to make fists used to beat out ta rumpty tum tum.
Wife as a drum. Yes he had one. Wrapped around my dead body wrapped around my dead body.
Bridge
Jimmy’s mother died first leaving Jimmy to thirst while jimmy’s fathers meat hooks
hung little Jimmy hung little Jimmy by the scruff of his neck
Just like jimmy’s father’d done, just like jimmy’s father’s father’d done, Just like Jimmy’s father’s father’s father’d done, how bout yours, how bout yours, how bout yours.
Jimmy dug a fresh hole, quite deep, skin cells pushed aside and jimmy drug himself in, feet first
Last fuck last fight last rights. And Jimmy disappeared into his gaping wound. A room without sun thatched roof covers roots fed by the son who pruned his own shoots from his families pine beetle tree, quite rotten seed.
Yes he had some, planted in my mothers dead body. In my mothers dead body.
Jimmy was a great dad.
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4. |
Crayons
04:35
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Well, I drew you and you drew me now these
characature’s kissing causing paper cuts
Your battle ship blew cotton puff balls
Cardboard cannon’s killing lifeless grey construction paper airplane fight school
Chorus
And how a child grips that crayon too is how I wanted you to grab me too. x2
Don’t ask me to give up these childish things. I like the way the sing. These wild things
Let’s bury our hands beneath this play sand and dig around until our fingers meet.
And pry a hole in this box of sand and let our buried
hands affection feel sande effect on.
Bridge
Eroding the (h)ours
Dividing the (h)ours
Running out of (h)ours, yours and mine.
Well, I drew you and you drew me
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5. |
I Would Like You
04:42
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I would like you to hollow me
Fill up tin cans with my might have been’s
And label them men I would like to meet
I would like you to.
I would like you to.
I would like to make one last request
To reach your hand deep inside my chest
And pick out the bits you had left behind
I would like you to.
I would like you to.
Chorus:
And if these tin canned remmnants, filled with this tin man’s heart’s intent’s
clatter from shelving down on to the floor
Extinguish this songs desire and silence this tin pan choir singing these distant and threadbare melodies.
Don’t feed me intentions, my best of intentions, I’m full of intentions
and there’s so much to do.
I would like you to tear at me
Toothpick ligaments from teeth
and dissasociate my calf from my knee
and you from me
and you from me
Chorus
so much to do
so much to do
Xtro:
Wash our feet of x4
Wash our feet of clay x3
of clay x2
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6. |
Dear Ol' Daddy
03:41
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I’d like to thank you dear ol’ Daddy. I’d like to thank you very much.
I’d like to thank you dear ol’ Daddy. For the tickles and the touch.
I’d like to thank you dear ol’ Daddy. My perpective’s much improved
Had to leave this broken body to get this lofty birds eye view.
Chorus
But it is all... it’s right now. I’ve raised two kids of my own. On my own.
But it was hard sometimes, not to fill the shoes that you left behind.
I wish you’d walked a mile in my first pair of dress me up shoes.
I’d like to thank you dear ol’ Mother. You’ve really been a proper queen.
I’d like to thank you dear ol’ Mother Mother. For the cookies and the creams.
I’d like to thank you dear ol’ Mother. Thanks to you I got my first job.
And a special thanks to the keen edge of your calloused tongue.
Helped me learn to talk dirty to the johns.
Chorus
But it is all it’s right now. I’ve raised two kids of my own. On my own.
But it was hard sometimes, not to fill the shoes that you left behind.
I wish you’d walked a mile in my first pair of dress me up shoes.
Bridge
But now that you’re old, and too frail to scold.
Too crippled to hold onto those tales that you told.
Those tales that you told those tales those tales those tales
Those tales that you told those tales those tales those tales
Those tales that you told
Those tales that you told
Those tales that you told
I’d like to tell you dearest parents
About the child you threw away.
I’d like to tell you dearest parents.
In spite of you I am ok.
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7. |
Caught
03:45
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You caught me turning off the lights that spilt across this floor,
that filled electric lakes to float our paper boat. mmm hmmm
Each fold made should help to keep these vessels dry your eyes
Origami lies.
Chorus
You caught me punching out the daylights.
You caught me covering up the tracks I made.
You caught me bleeding off the sickness, peeling off your make up
You caught me bitting off the nails I used to mark your back
Hieroglyphic narratives that could be read, with contempt considering
my inconsistent hand,
hand in hand and hand, hand in hand and hand hand in hand and
Bridge
Winding and entwining knitting cob webbed sails, built with breathless tales
Reaching and beseeching just like a tired dog chases his tired tail tail tail
tail tail tail, tail tail tail tail tail tail.
I caught you asking care worn wrinkles if they’d act your age.
Scratching out graffiti you had not yet made.
Reaching for the smog at night to spite this starlit, to spite this starlit night.
Night after night
Chorus
You caught me punching out the daylights.
You caught me covering up the tracks I made.
You caught me bleeding off the sickness, peeling off your make up
You better wake up wake up wake up
You better wake up wake up wake up
You better wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
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8. |
Wounds
04:28
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Drop your petals to the ground. Falling down.
Shed the ornaments and crown. Falling down.
Chorus
Stow the broom. Clean the slate. Heal your wounds. X2
Watch the mud slide down your shin. Falling down.
Stories etched upon your skin. Falling down.
Chorus
Let the dress drop to your feet. Falling down.
By your hips our hands will meet. Falling down.
Chorus
Bridge
Peel the bark from round your bite. Clench you teeth around my breast.
Leave a mark upon my flesh and,
Heal my wounds
Heal my wounds
Heal my wounds
Heal my wounds
Xtro
Heal my wounds heal my wounds
Heal my wounds heal my wounds
Heal my wounds heal my wounds heal my wounds heal my wounds
Heal my wounds
Heal my wounds.
Heal my wounds.
Heal
Heal
Heal.
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9. |
Love Song For Virus
04:17
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I might die for you. If you ask me to.
Jump into the Serpentine. Drink a lot of turpentine.
If I’m asked to die for you. One request I have of you.
Would you for me. If I asked youpretty please.
You pretend your Socrates. And I’ll distill the Hemlock tree’s.
If I ask you to die. How can I be sure that you’ll comply.
Chorus
If it’s all the same to you. And there’s nothing better for you to do.
Run on ahead of me. And I’ll catch up. I’ll catch up. I’ll catch up.
I’m no Montague. And you’re no Capulet.
So let us not transcribe. These star crossed lovers suicide.
For, if I’m asked to die for you. You will be asked to die for me.
Chorus
If I might suggest. Something a little more in our best interest.
We both were born to die. So lets take our time.
Let’s take our time. Let’s take our time.
Let’s take our time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time time etc.
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