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Impossible Urge
02:11
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2. |
Slow Drag
01:54
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The boy is dragging his heels again
He's sulking and he knows it
And it doesn't change a thing
But oh no, they see you again
And oh no, they remember
Sometimes you feel near invisible,
That your career of introspection
Eats with the ants on the apple core
A feast
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3. |
No Friction
02:43
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4. |
Spider Fight
01:54
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5. |
Up Against It
03:03
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She reeks of complicity
She adores the tension that ruins me
She is all theory and wasted on everyone
If I thought time would make you mine
Then I'd not stir or breathe a word
She droops from botched opportunities
And comes to me when I'm tired and out of it
She is native to the mistake
That hangs like a fat lip from my intentions
If I thought time would make you mine
Then I'd concede that it's not me
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6. |
Shock/Wave
01:38
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I launched a big old tremor
Up and racing
Through my woman's architecture
Beams and girders echoing
A remark I made without even thinking
Most of that afternoon went by like
Ketchup sliding down a window pane
Slower than blood
But faster than I would've thought
Would've wished
Would've ever imagined
Sometimes I'm as flattered by your mercy
As I'm sure I'll never learn
Who it is you think you help
Every time you fail to punish me
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7. |
Tercel
02:10
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Summer left a gob of slime
On my Toyota Tercel
As it ebbed from the road
Into the sweater that she lost
And all the gas stations
Between here and where she used to live
Are cysts that wobble in December storms
On lovers in the snow
I know a shortcut to anywhere other than here
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8. |
Lobster Claw
02:18
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9. |
Your Eyes Are Manta Rays
02:22
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Your hands are hairless spiders
All over my neck
Making dinner of me
Trailing catastrophe
Like snail scum across the skin
Your eyes are manta rays
Swooping in the dark
Guzzling the bits of me
That flake off too easily
You've a belly full of molt
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10. |
Bongo Drum
02:24
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Me under water
Apology swept against
The flank off sunken tugboats
Showered in new reef and drowned
And lowered into the mud
Gone forever
Gone like you
I slide like puke
Down the side of the toilet called self-respect
A body treated this poorly is sure to collapse
Beneath another unforeseen promise
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11. |
Kismet Conqueror
02:55
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The sweetest thing I ever heard you say
Is turning in my stomach like bad fish
Fins and all
Slinging chum at kismet just to see
What kind of new disasters I can attract
Though it's your turn to feel bad
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12. |
Wrecking Ball
01:05
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Her WHAT'S UP? is a wrecking ball
That levels each unsolicited stare
That makes room for new wounds
That monitors my evolution
That blows me back on my feet again
That sparks another swift retreat
That tangles all my manly guts
That guarantees I can't relax
That bangs on me with fleeting hope
That fortifies the same old shit
That looks splendid from a million miles away
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13. |
Car
01:42
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Your lips would taste like a well-spent afternoon
It's not a lie, not a lie
I knew right away from the way you got on the escalator to Filene's
And I don't think that I'm going to feel much better than this
It's the way you walk, baby
It's the way you make all the little things lovely
You've got a car
And I can't wait to get in it
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