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Four Burnt Petals
02:49
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Four live petals held to the flame
A caged iridescence in my camera frame
Four dead kisses turning to black
Lord knows I could never go back
Four burnt petals, spitted and wet
No fire could make me forget
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Mong Kok
02:38
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I don’t think in words, I think in smells
Like a dog’s nose goes the wind blows
And holds a candle to my flame
The smells of asia like a chinese freight train
Quatrain lotuses holy ghosting us
Toasting us, boasting every tiny fucking fragrance
Making the most of our unaccustomed noses
There’s art in the air and Gucci/Prada sore throats
Choking all the motorboat home floating heavy street whores
Itching their fake fur coats
What can we do but take in the smells?
The cat-piss durians, the people hurrying
Seven years in a dark chinese office
What more could they offer us?
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Lion's Dance
02:41
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Take your shirt and rip it off and hunger like a bull
Move your feet and shake your hips and do a little twirl
Throw a note up in the air and hope it finds a girl
Catch a catch and light a torch at the lantern festival
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Canarsie
01:02
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Holding Pattern
04:41
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In the 29th century will their still be love?
On a walkway in the sky, on a trail up above
Will you feel this way?
Will I dare to stray?
In a circus ring will you jump into my arms?
From a trapeze in the sky, will you make my blood run warm?
Oh, will I be yours?
A bottle on your shores
In empty space will you throw me in a box?
Floating in the sky through an endless field of rocks
Will you keep me there?
Not a hole to stare
Is it getting clear that we cannot conquer all?
Floating through the orbit there’s no interstellar war
Conquer me
Hold my feet
Let me go
I want a closer glimpse of the neverending glow
Will you throw me into the sun?
Could you be the one?
Who could be the one?
To be the one
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The Colour of Words
03:27
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A whispered blue through parted lips
The sound that drips out from their tips
Splattered paint out from your scream
A yellow color turning green
Those words you said
As my sheets turned red
An orange moan that fills the page
Those maroon words that turn to beige
Spoken without time to think
A purple phrase, a crashing pink
A hundred different shades of grey
That fill me through the sounds you play
Scattered bits of gold that rung
Strumming from your silver tongue
Those words you said
As my sheets turned red
Mixing colors in bed
When you yell my name through a megaphone, megaphone
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7. |
Paris Syndrome
01:10
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Asteroids
02:23
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Levaquin
03:44
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I’m feeling old, I caught a cold
An illness from a plume of smoke
That billows to my eye
That bellows to the night
A toxic haze, routine malaise
Don’t tell me that it’s just a phase
I’m choking on my life
Missed notes and minor cries
Oh
I don’t know what I’m waiting for
I’m trying to remember when
I wasn’t always on the mend
This plague is now my oldest friend
Just kill it all and start again
Levaquin, oh levaquin
Put it in my veins and let me go
I’m trying to remember when
Girls were girls and men were men
The days of life were free to spend
No sickness that we had to tend
Levaquin, oh levaquin
Running through my veins, don’t let me go
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Silk Road
03:48
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Eyes like silk
Hands like stone
Sentimental filth
With a deep sharp tone
Face like glass
Oh never groan
What’s past is past
Please come to pass
Oh just come to pass
Yes come to pass
It will not last
It will leave too fast
It will all be passed
And what’s passed is passed
Yes what’s passed is past
What’s past is past
But those eyes like silk
And that quiet moan
No you cannot fill
Life with sticks and stones
Lies with sticks and stones
And those quiet moans
Never broke a bone
Only sleeps alone
On that weary road
With a past to tow
And those aching toes
But you can’t say no
No you can’t say no
No you can’t say no
You can’t say
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Atsuyaki Soft
01:49
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Which fear would you rather face tonight?
Which wrong will you hold up to the light?
A cold hand or a kiss from the pipe?
Lie awake in love with the fight
Which fear would you rather face tonight?
Lie awake in love with the fight
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12. |
Final Boss
03:58
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Anyway you slice it up it doesn't really matter
A man on his hoss went to face the final boss
Anyway you drink it up it doesn't even matter
It all goes down the same
Anyway you slice it up it doesn't really matter
The color red seared in my head
A bottle of wine and a loose tape dispenser
Coffee in my veins
Put it in my veins
I said put it in my veins
The goal
The cost
The gain
The loss
Anyway you slice it up it doesn't really matter
A jar of honey for some money
When the final boss tries to tell you what you lack
Attack
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13. |
Radio Girl
03:10
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Little girl she wanted to know
Just where the music came from
She cracked open the radio
But couldn’t find a thing
And little girl she turned the knobs
Just to tune into the station
To drown out her quiet sobs
To find some motivation
And little girl she grew up tall
Well not so tall, a little small
But songs were dripping off her skin
If I could just tune in
Just tune in
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