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Brides in a Bath
03:20
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[the ghost in the tub sings haunting melodies
"pull me underwater, hold me down
pull me underwater til i drown."
a bittersweet release]
you dig cloudy graves, already changed your name
"pull me underwater, hold me down
hold me in the clouds and watch me drown."
elope and start again.
the last time was a mess.
she's bleeding on the floor, suffer little whore.
"pull me underwater, hold me down
hold me under, soak my satin gown."
a whisper through the door.
the girl in your bed, grips your useless neck.
"pull me underwater once again,
pull me underwater, hold my hand."
she'll sooner steal your breath.
the last time was a mess.
the last time was the best.
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Seven Sisters
03:42
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seven sisters sought a change
flew away to heaven in a silver aeroplane
someone shot the moon and missed
i think they must've hit the youngest sis.
six were left to start anew
three for me and three for you
let's send em off to hollywood
where they can all go on to be celebrities
as they're meant to be.
chelsea sings and heather stars
in nudist films and model cars
lisa swings and sara counts her cash
and jude writes books about veronica
the one we love the most
the one with the eyes
that speak both young and old
a punchdrunk face-lift set in stone
with her dial set to AMC, she had a dream
about going down on history.
heaven saw all heather's flaws
and gave chelsea a southern drawl
lisa's fat and sara can't do math
and jude went blind and plays harmonica
for veronica
the star of all stars
she's passed out in the sink
with her mind still set on history
i saw her face lit on a movie screen
it was dead, and pale, and seventeen
i took her back to the plane
it started to rain, she told me not to leave
"we are one in the same!"
oh! love, you've grown dull with age
your tasteless tongue shall never speak again.
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Pagan Holiday
03:59
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we were out walking in the park when you said,
"remember that night when i spoke with the dead?"
forgive me i'm lost, cos i've no idea what you meant.
pagan holidays have created this mess.
you won't quit your moaning, youre drunk, youre obsessed
when grievance is bliss, and everything you say
makes me laugh.
it's funny how your words make me laugh.
forget all the banshees that crawl on your skin.
they don't have it in them, they're silent again.
their prostitute songs have been sewn shut
inside their lips.
set all the fires and watch them devour
twenty-some years now, just in an hour
when hands become fists, and everything you say
turns me on.
it's crazy how your words turn me on.
stop telling yourself you've had enough of this
excuse me if there's someone else that i miss
someone who grins from cheek to cheek
without ever faking it just to fit in.
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New Year's First Light
03:30
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passed out on the floor in a puddle of vomit
the vodka runs free through your veins
biased opinions now wrapped up in ice
freezing their racist remarks
silly silhouettes grace the walls where we sit
and honesty falls through the floor
silence remains on the grin on your face
toothless and beautifully wry.
for once in my life, i've never felt so far from home.
drunken lullabies sung at new year's first light
calms you and eases your nerves
a photograph album of daybreak each year
documents stars on the page
and sister i salute you for making the grade
for teaching us all to behave
for fitting the blocks in a pattern that works
and throwing your dress to the floor.
for once in my life, i've never felt so far from home.
for once in my life, i've never felt so much release.
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Hidengoseek
06:35
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your image is based on a scene
of colors that you've never seen
and books that you won't ever read
a face in a crowded room full of stars.
your words are all pulled from a speech
from poets you won't ever meet
and puppets now cut from their strings
you're on the surface, and i'm underneath.
your statue now lies in the street
trampled, indifferent, and covered in leaves.
your silhouette melts from the screen
and static your silent enemy.
they pulled the machine from your mouth
and wiped all the stains from your brow
you're framed in a catalogue now
but nobody cares, they've burned all your shrouds.
safe from my white lies
you'll be alright, nice try
goodnight, sleep tight.
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