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For an audience of tangled sheets,
a saturated knotted blue,
you ask me to crawl on the ceiling.
And tell everyone else you didn’t.
I dream of genital blur.
I dream of endless legs.
A pity party or a utopia?
Maybe Malibu, maybe Beowulf.
I’m dreaming of a future,
I’m sending up the glance,
where you see me in the cafe
draped in happy and romance.
Imagine it in boy!
Imagine it in girl!
Imagine it: just skin and muscle, sweet material,
tender.
Your progress halts,
your exaltations, esteems:
a life built on guilty promises/fulfillment of dreams.
Cult of productivity!
Your network sewn by the seams,
you’re starving for a future no one can guarantee.
No, no!
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Bury Your Heart
03:37
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bury your heart in the center of the basement
bury it next to your good looks and your bad habits
Don’t wanna run away, I wanna scream
(and I) never know what your smile means
bold sunny speeches
carousing sweetly
you’re glad to meet me
deplete my sense of dignity
intoxicate by charm
rewire old alarms
(Chorus)
I want a new home
sturdy foundation
cold concrete basement
i want a new home
cracks in the casing
so self-effacing
i want a new home
i want a new home
i want a place to sleep, sing, dream, and kill, and eat
a solemn soil heap where my heart can rest and beat and bleed
new home
new home
new home
(Chorus)
do the duck and weave
your oxford long sleeve
you wanna dig me up
you wanna blood rush
veins in your forehead
blue networks burst lush
(Chorus)
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How it Swells
03:58
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Okay
I'm thinning
Letting the coffee and me and the sofa vanish into air
Everybody
As a fragment
Adding up adding up adding up into a body of
Dissolve
Decompression
Hold my head hold my head hold my head until I tell you that
I can think
Unpin my hands from their resting place
Pull them forward, no social grace
Make me want it and feel it, make it real in my mind / help me want it and break it and crack the perfect design / when the borders erode in the fullness of time
Yeah, you’re feeling on your own
No inner pressure makes you turn away, turn away, turn
No inner pressure makes you turn away, turn away, turn
Okay
I’m still in here
Nothing breaks nothing bursts nothing explodes into ribboning light
Yeah me
An imminent failure
Poised to enjoy all my toys and then you show me that
I see you
You see me
For a second, we join hands
You make me want it and feel it, make it real in my mind / help me want it and break it and crack the perfect design / when the borders erode in the fullness of time
Yeah you're feeling on your own
No inner pressure makes you turn away, turn away, turn
No inner pressure makes you turn away, turn away, turn
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Prayer Starter
01:49
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You Talk
04:03
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Brush your hands against my cheek.
A network of apologies.
Go!
You talk to my reflection.
You talk.
Do they speak to you? What do they say?
Ask you questions? How’s your day?
Or maybe a strange one like “what do I weigh?”.
It’s 198 pounds, ha!
You ask my reflection all sorts of questions I’d rather not answer. Do you see me? Do you see me?
My reflec-, my reflec-, my reflec-, my reflec-, my reflec-, my reflec-, my reflec-
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Sleeper Hit
03:33
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A sleeper hit,
A summer night,
A perfect song.
A sleeper hit,
A summer night,
A cliff to jump.
Chillwave, beachside glow, and pixie cuts. Pixies vinyl singles and indie buzz. Climbing up a ladder of which the rungs keep falling off. I’m climbing up a ladder!
Climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing
Climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing
Falling, falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling, falling
Catch a wave, wave a flag, realize sweet babe we ain’t never gonna part. Realize, sweet babe, we will always fall apart.
It all just sounds perfectly right, it all just sounds mumbling whispers.
(Chorus)
We all have allergic reactions, we all lack self-awareness. We all look ugly from far away.
Jangly indie rock guitar!
Jangly indie rock guitar!
Jangly indie rock guitar!
Jangly indie rock guitar!
Static and noise filters! Hey…
I’m obsessed with myself.
(Chorus)
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Firm Your Aging Neck
02:59
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This growth is inevitable
The pain is severe
Grit creaky chompers all day
And through my golden years
My golden years
Grit in your ears
From dynamic fears
Spoken by wasteful young men
Wasted, always so down
You can fix it
Break it for me
Habitual cleansing
Or your version of happy
Which can become mine
A better version of me
Eyes on red fingers
And you confess back
There’s no use chewing like that
All my stares have been wasted
My smile now hardened
In my bolder years
Yeah
White tanning scars
Buried deep in my shirt
And people forget
And people are excited by my
Hardened smile
Soft smile, cold water
Vitamins every day
Soft smile every day
Soft smile, cold water
Vitamins all of the fucking time
Chorus
But warts grow in clusters
Teeth tear at finger flesh
Because I am hurt in this moment
I am wasteful again
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10. |
Lips
01:37
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My lips! (It’s getting on my hands)
My teeth! (It’s all over the place)
My eyes! (You rule my country)
My cheeks! (Like you can’t see my face)
What did you say?
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the Florists Minneapolis, Minnesota
your local post-punk friends. bring your tap shoes. the Florists are jo kellen, jared hemming, and luke michaels. we love you very much.
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