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Goodbye Forever
02:59
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When all else fails like the daylight
And the sky hangs light a hot bruise
Roots are breaking through the pavement underneath you ooh
These things are hard to pick up where you left them
Harder still to let lie where they fall
Most nights I hear noise, sometimes it’s your voice
If I’m lucky I hear nothing at all
That’s not what I meant
When I said goodbye forever
Not what I meant
When I said goodbye forever
I love whatever planet you are anchored to
Whatever skeleton you hang from
I love all your little rituals
I love a little dedication
You’ve got all these killer instincts
I’ve got all my magic spells
And yet within the depths of empty rooms is where we spend ourselves
That’s not what I meant
When I said goodbye forever
Not what I meant
When I said goodbye forever
A building rises like an evil skeleton giant
And the sky can shine right through
And you go out to meet your failures
Wherever they may wait for you
But I know that your love will devastate them
Your love will terrify them
I know everybody quietly will learn to hate surprises
That’s alright, that’s all fine
Nobody I know gets to be their best self all the time
So don’t go changing
Don’t go growing
Don’t go leaving us alone again
You’d say “Myles I can drag you out from the water but nobody’s going to help you swim”
I see you becoming viscous, turning to liquid
Like all fluid things you are drawn to the moon
With water’s indifference and distance acrosswards
Like pillars of salt we dissolve into you
This is the ring that you’re going to sling me when I’m feeling overboard
Where the water is as smooth as a dance floor
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Fleck
01:35
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Must have bit hard a cut tongue to bleed
Flecking out red on hospital sheets
Tracing out lines of places you’ve been
Must have bit hard to cut tongue
Voices all quiet voices all speaking
Everythings silent you must have been dreaming
Blood’ll wash out the hospital sheets
Voices all quiet, voices all
Speak
I can hear hurt, the hurt in your voice
The whispered out words we buried in noise
Must have not thought or thought you’d no choice
I can hear hurt, the hurt in your
‘Cause love can be hard, be hard to believe
When I can feel hatred shaking through me
Reckless aching desperation’s easy to feel
But love can be hard to believe
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3. |
Hale-Bopp
02:34
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Haley Haley Haley
Show me solar patience
Brilliant humming searing
Strip fluorescent light
Haley under cheap shades
Bloodshot in the street I
Slip a couple killers I can sleep all night
Threats of lesser harbingers still hang above you
Rise like milky smoke into the dirty sky
Haley smash the windows
New birth through the pane glass
Where I drag behind me
A weak and vicious heart
Talking to your mother
Weep not little wound
Her, first to celebrate you
Down here in the dark
Terra, terra firma
Hurt like when I heard her
Try to shake the feeling
We should be apart
So burn your silhouette into the ground around you
I know I’ll be sexy now until I die
Sick now to your back teeth
Haley Haley Haley
We’re all pills and patience
We’re out on a high
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4. |
Canada Water
03:16
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Cruel, wild, cerulean winter came
What cocaine withered champions we count
What chastened wonder calls
We cannot wait, cannot wait, crawl!
Wade cold, wide Canada waters
Crashing wave crushes weightlessly
Coastlines wait
Come weather, come waste
'Cause who cares why
'Cause we could wed clad with civilian work clothes
Whosoever chose
What chaos, what cruelty
What cowards, we, could wrestle charity
We children were called warriors,
Criminals, what cult worshippers came
Waging cold wars
'Causе wars civil will come
Wounds can weep
We cannot wait, we cannot wait
We cannot wait, we cannot wait
We cannot wait
Crimes we created (we cannot wait)
Chaos was coagulating (we cannot wait)
Came wider cruelties (we cannot wait)
Crazed witless cowards (we cannot wait)
Cried with cavaliers (we cannot wait)
Cheap winter coats (we cannot wait)
Cold weather comes (we cannot wait)
Cell walls crack
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