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Rubble Man
04:43
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Protons
Protein bonds to blame you on
Muons
Death comes in swan songs
Faded light from stars long gone moves on
Shining down in sky blue
Baby eyes and vitamins
You move through my blood
From one sin offered time and time again
Gets under my skin wrapped around my dying body
Come fold your teeth inside me, rubble man
Draw rabid blood and drink till you are full on me
Come fold your teeth inside me, rubble man
Draw rabid blood and drink till you are full
Random life created by the light to shine
Resonating with my cosmic body
Heat and light and newborn sight
And the devil covered up my eyes with myelin sheaths and moon pies
Come fold your teeth inside me, rubble man
Draw rabid blood and drink till you are full on me
Come fold your teeth inside me, rubble man
Draw rabid blood and drink till you are full
And the devil opened up my eyes with white blood cells and mayflies
Come fold your teeth inside me, rubble man
Draw rabid blood and drink till you are full on me
Come fold your teeth inside me, rubble man
Draw rabid blood and drink till you are full
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Good Day
06:22
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A scar
A lost coin toss stamped across and running the length of you
Mocks intelligent design
Still, we divide these two by two
I’m left maintaining a paper plaything
Intoning spells involving particles that crash and then collapse
All around, versions of events go blinking past us, while…
We’re just rehearsing some attractive force carrier morality play
Some superstition
A black magic vision
A dark spot with an irregular shape
Undo the weak force, undo the strong force
What’s left over will decay
Without the moon, without the tides, life evolves another way
That forbade me to beg you to stay your hand, you suicide king
But I’m fine, really
On a good day, the best you can hope for is that I won’t ignore you
Or wound you any more than you’ve already been today
On a good day, the best I appear to be still reads like childish and petty
To the untrained, plebeian eye
But I’m fine, really
On a good day
New possibilities, intentions, shifts
There’s a delay
One more division, one more collision, repels us towards another end game
Where we don’t have to vie for attention or affection
Or whatever it is they equate these things to these days
But I’m fine, really
On a good day, I might set aside obsessions
So not to blame you for every mistake I ever made myself
And leave you wondering where you went wrong today
On a good day, the universe could split apart a million different ways
And still be the same, or close enough to call it a win
And that’s a good day
I wanted to beg you to stay your hand
But then I felt you shove me to the pavement
But I’m fine, really
On a good day, I might not have talked myself into a quarter turn of the head the other way
And chalked up another loss today
On a good day, I might not have invented countless possible other realities to distract myself
So that I could be okay
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3. |
Complicated Allies
06:07
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I’ve never seen you mind how you get what you’re inclined
Machinations from behind
The scenes we circle back in kind
Every now and then remind you in not-so-subtle ways that’s not how this works
But I just held up you to a part of the sky
Simple-minded queen
Not as smart as you seem
Secretive and mean
Deceptive and unclean
Shouting like a spoiled child into the void, but that’s not how this works
That’s not how this works
But I just held up you to a part of the sky
Yes, I just held up you to a part of the sky
They call you an angel from afar, but it’s farther to you than where you are
When you’re glued to me, we go round and round and round
The devil is written onto my stars
Not enough makeup to hide these scars
When you’re glued to me, we go round and round and round
We only have this game
I win because the rules change
Toss you a bone or two from time to time, but that’s not how this works
That’s not how this works
But I just held up you to a part of the sky
Yes, I just held up you to a part of the sky
They call you an angel from afar, but it’s farther to you than where you are
When you’re glued to me, we go round and round and round
The devil is written onto my stars
Not enough makeup to hide these scars
When you’re glued to me, we go round and round and round
You’re not strong enough to spar
Not smart enough to play these cards
When you’re glued to me, we go round and round and round
We’ll accidentally make it right for one another each time we fight
When you’re glued to me, we go round and round and round
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You smell like batteries in a hard rain
Oh, the blame gets flung on you all the same
You smell like death in the heart of Cain
Ride that fame
It gets flung on you all the same
In the capitol heat, dignified and elite
Done up to the nines in their Sunday best and colonial crest
You smell like batteries in a hard rain
You smell like flavors that cloud the brain
You smell like flavors that cloud the brain
Feel no pain
Examine you
Come in shame
You smell like tar with a hint of cocaine
There’s a game
It’s called I Know Your Real Name
You smell like exit signs and drains
Don’t complain
There’s ozone coming on the rain
Raise your lever and light the flame
There’s a game
It’s called I Know Your Real Name
In the capitol heat, dignified and elite
Done up to the nines in their Sunday best and colonial crest
You smell like batteries in a hard rain
You smell like flavors that cloud the brain
You smell like batteries in a hard rain
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