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Softest Strike
03:45
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“the softest strike” (sanden)
mittens startin’ to pack snow in hand
compress the world in a ball of ice
from the night’s snowfall
the morning yawn just cracks
light feeds back to a target with her long brown hair
brushed coyly back
but scooped up with the snow was a rock
a secret payload
turn to face the sky
lust unknown to a heartbeat deep inside
her soft swelling breast
trajectory complete buckling knees
rock and ice blood and snow love and hate
through the air hurtle past children’s stares
a secret payload
when the softest strike it’s still violent
when the weakest put up a fight it’s labeled a nuisance
when the softest strike it’s still violent
when the weakest put up a fight it’s labeled dirty
it’s labeled dirty
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2. |
Instant Coffee, Pt. 2
02:28
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“instant coffee pt. 2” (sanden)
karma karma c’mon
we want it
karma karma c’mon
we want it
karma karma c’mon
it comes instantly
it’ll come it’ll come now here it comes
karma karma c’mon
we want it
karma karma c’mon
we brought it on
karma karma karma c’mon
it’s perversity
it’ll come it’ll come now here it comes
it gets worse
dit dah dit dah dit
dah dit dah dit dit dah
dit dah dit dah dit dah dit dah dit dah
hello pushed up against the glass
with the wires against my face
like a train never arriving always departing
c’mon hello
five days five nights now without sleep
but the bright lights just mean nothing
compared to the violence of sex as sickness
karma karma c’mon
we shot it
karma karma c’mon
we brought it on
karma karma c’mon
it’s perversity
we come we come
like roman thugs
like jack booted thugs
we are jack booted thugs
holy fuck he’s still breathing
we are jack booted thugs
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3. |
Suffer (No More Pain)
04:35
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“suffer (no more pain)” (sanden)
you suffer it’s in the way you smirk
you’re lonely
but that’s not the reason it hurts
you could kill with a smile
so feeble
we suffer aw the dealings of fools
we’re trapped in a troubled pool
we’re dead wrapped in a newspaper
you smile as leave me
ah no more pain
no more suffering
i’m under and I’m still going down
the yellow line is departing now
i stumble under the weight
please wait
ah no more pain
no more suffering
ah no more war
no more
we suffer alone
we’re never at home
they sealed the door when they changed the locks
i won’t pretend
i won’t lie
i won’t pretend that we won’t die
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4. |
Flowers and Elephants
02:48
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“flowers & elephants” (odie)
i have lived in the city
and i was born in a country where my mom was born
when it wasn't torn apart by a war
so what the hell's going on now?
i thought i've wanted this here all along
but when your skin is gone you bleed like anyone
or some other tentative camp zama resident
but it's all irrelevant to flowers & elephants
now we are millions of soldiers
in a city or country and geared for a fight
the ilk of ink is incredible in candle light
they cannot speak when it's you they're talking to
they cannot see when it's you they're looking for
while me and all of the hundred fifty thousand
men and women with our children and our cousins
we see through your president and all his sycophants but it's all irrelevant to flowers & elephants
some with a feel and some with a glow
some with a sumo grunt i know
tsunamis predicted by plants and animals
our time is quickly approaching
soon high tide will gently be kissing
la luna na na flowers & elephants,
unborn babies flowers & elephants
and pebbles that fall from the sky
down to the big oak tree
the one with the special branch you bow down to pay homage to
no thing is nothing and nothing is everything
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5. |
Sun in the Sky
06:31
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“sun in the sky” (sanden)
i know it’s mean
i know it’s me
i know it’s mean
i know it’s me
i know the upper edge of your mind
is the sun in the sky
i heard the broken hymn than you’re singing
floating on high
i felt so damn bad love drips and gathers in the sand
but now my eyes have seen just what my hand has done
i’m starting to feel a little bit uneasy
this wake is making me queesy
does anybody got a little pill?
just keep your eyes on the horizon
i know it’s mean
i know it’s mean
i know it’s me
i know it’s me
i felt your fever as my heart leapt
it swelled like the tide
i said “my eyes open”
you said “you’re joking you got a sleep walker’s stride”
i know the upper edge of your mind is the sun in the sky
i heard the broken hymn than you’re singing
floating on high
i saw the grackles gather at sundown
a wonderful tribe
just then your whispers brush me like kisses
making me smile
the sky and the ocean my music your music
fused open wide
i saw the upper edge of your mind
nepalese high
i felt so damn bad love drips and gathers in the sand
but now my eyes have seen just what my hand has done
the sky and the ocean
that little thought that you’re trying to hide
are combining
cut and dried
starry-eyed
i’m rowing closer
rarified
the crew are nepalese high
it’s true it’s bonafide
you wanna know why?
cuz when i’m sleepwalking with you
i’m only half awake
i’m only half me when i’m half of you
feel the song of the sea
jutting through
sing with me please sing
c’mon
c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
c’mon
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6. |
Identity Theft
03:44
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“identity theft” (reyes)
i just can’t be shocked anymore
i’m insulated down to the core
all the loose wires
once stripped and frayed
are all soldered down now
not a single stray hair left out of place
they took good care to give me a new face
identity theft
all that they left was hardly a trace
memories stored a closet of props
wiped perfectly clean
like sparkling counter tops
just waiting for death
to offer his hand
a bullet of hairdoos
just another sure sign we’re not meant to stay
they took good aim
they know what it takes
identity theft
all that they left is so paper thin
i can see right through my own skin
don’t them take you away
i promised them everything
if you could stay
if you could stay
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