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In the river, in the flood
of emotion, lost my love
Drowned in sorrow and in blood
in the river, in the flood
As you melt into me
all that I think just falls from my mouth
and into my sheets
Will you talk me down
or open me up and let me spill out
In the river, in the flood
of emotion, lost my love
Here in a sense (strung out and senseless)
stuck in pretenses
God in your heart (in through the arm)
what is the harm
What is that old good age to go
Lovers lie with you, still you feel sad and alone
What is that old
What is that old
good age to go
In the river, in the flood
of emotion, lost my love
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Oh southern belle of threaded hair
you spun a feeling in the heavy air
but I can't tell if words were good
for all the whispers coming through the wood
lala
Your heart is well and free of grime
but still you're coughing corpses half the time
Those sickle cells come sharply down;
the only moment to be had is now
lala
Shaking and folding the shapes of old clothing
too torn and tangled to wear
Lucid dreams of a nice view, nightmares of white seeds inside you
Swollen with every despair
You say you might be on the rise
(I see the laughter ringing in your eyes)
But by the time you change your mind
I might change mine
lala
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Last night was a show of shit
remember six beers, that's about it
I got spins, I got mean
You got pissed, we split scenes
(I got mean)
Whoa mama, why does it seem
that everybody's fighting with the devil in me
Me and your girl hooked up in a bar
got real heavy, we went real far
You found out, you got mad
broke your fist on my head
Whoa mama, why does it seem
that everybody's fighting with the devil in me
Wake up in the morning, man, what a creep
not in my bed, out on the street
smelling like piss and vomit and rum
some of this shit's gotta be my own
Whoa mama, why does it seem
that everybody's fighting with the devil in me
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I see the black angels coming for me
great dark vultures up over the trees and
should I run, their fiery love will
burn my body away
Look there's a golden heart down in the mud
though once mine I can't see it at all there's
something wrong, all color's gone
my mind is slipping away
And the world is shades of gray
My limbs are shaking with wrath and with pain
the spirit jumped ship but the vessel remains
a lonely ghost floats for the coast
just to drown in the bay
And the world is shades of gray
In the anguish, in the despair
I'd stand with open arms
for some savior
savior to come
but my heart breaks
breaks with my bones
and that's all that I've got
so I lay down and die cursing God
And the world, it fades from gray, and then is gone
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5. |
Carpet Coats - Someday
05:11
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Someday I'll be yours
Will you wait, oh paramore
Skies of gold and clouds of chrome
Fill the void, take me home
Oh shining Babylon
Someday in your womb
Grows a boy, blue as the moon
Eyes of gold and teeth of chrome
All the void on his tongue
Oh shining Babylon
So bright
So bright
So bright
Bathed in the sunbeams and blood of the light
Bathed in the sunbeams and blood of the light
Bathed in the sunbeams and blood of the light
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Last night left me frozen-boned
and in the morning light I still felt wholy alone
with my head abuzz and my feet cut up
there's something in the blood that's wont to lead me home
It's alright
I'll be fine
I don't mind
I don't mind
It's alright
I'll be fine
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Last night left me hollow-toned
and in the morning bright I still felt all on my own
with my head abuzz and heart full of love
there's something in the blood that's wont to lead me home
It's alright
I'll be fine
I don't mind
I don't mind
It's alright
I'll be fine
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
And don't you don't you don't you
Don't you lie to me
I'm tired of feigned indifference
All I need is an honest exchange
Don't laugh at me
I'm tired of modes malicious
If they were to go what would remain
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Three cheers for that yankee sun
hip hip ha
three cheers for the one you love
you know the feeling you know it's got to be strong
say hey son where you goin
where you got to go now
you know you've got everything
everything you'll ever need in Ohio
but no, I don't
drive south 'til you see the pines
see the Georgia pines a' growing tall
drive south to ghetto marshland
i know it looks a little harsh but it will be a home
away from home
where we'll live long
'cuz life moves slow
moving through the sea of nettles
puddled up between the pines
i see women running wild
i resolve to make one mine
trap one in a darker corner
the look she gave ran up my spine
though i sought to be a trapper
I am snared by her dark eyes
I'm hypnotized
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Sure as the sunlight leaves me sneezing
You'll be leaving when summer comes
I'll try so hard to be happy here without you love
Sure as a rock would leave me leaking
I'll be feeling down south of the line
I'll try not to feed the river with this flesh of mine
When tired hands drag me to bed
When iron eyes lay me to rest
The only dream I'll see is you
safe and warm
with me again
Be good, stay young
young at heart though your head's been growing up
no worries, don't cry
I will be here for you until the day I die
or at least I'll try
to treat you right
for the rest
of my life
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In this sorry state
I will the flood
a twist of fate
and the river take me from this place
In this heavy air
the lucid dreams
the threaded hair
and the river rise to reach your name
Now the pines with hollow tones
The blue-moon boy with eyes of gold
and the river wash the world away
In this iron lung
The nettled sea
the yankee sun
and the river all rock me awake
Now the pines with hollow tones
The blue-moon boy with eyes of gold
and the river wash the world away
In the end of days
all angels black with fade from gray
our vessels empty but
we'll all shine on
turning from today
the river swells and takes me away
this time i'll find it
the heart to call a home
In the river, In the flood
of emotion, lost my love
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