1. |
White Quilt Blanket
03:30
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Waking up with mosquitos in my bed
What if I were made of glass
Make your own hermaphrodite with clay
Cover me in my mother's white quilt
Home is where your heart is working well
Emptied out the country house
It's hot in here and everybody's sick
Mother comes and goes to have a smoke
What to do without a riverbed
God without a tongue inside his head
Marry me and move me through the room
Hospital where I can still get stoned-stoned-stoned
Take me to the doctor with the drug
She gets cured by giving love
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2. |
Ceiling Fan
04:47
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She's not listening to the ceiling fan, I
She's not listening to the ceiling fan, I
She's not listening when I plug it in to the wall
She's not happy with, she's not happy with the sound
I won't let her out, when my hair falls it's gone
Beautiful hallway
Is anybody home?
This could be anybody's home
When her lips come out watch her spin around
and fall
Swallow
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3. |
Two White Rooms
04:37
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No no no no no, don't come in
There's two kids trying to sleep in this bed
There's two white rooms, two white rooms to sleep in
Gonna sleep in your clothes and dream about you sleepin'
And we're going to sleep, sleep
And we're going to dream, dream
Hey hey hey hey hey, open the door
There was a mirror there but there's not one anymore
The lamp on the table falls and hits the carpet
The ceiling moves and hits the floor, hits the floor
And we're going to sleep, sleep
And we're going to dream, dream
Hey hey hey hey hey, clean my mess
Hey hey hey hey hey, wear my dress
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4. |
I'm Glad That
06:30
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I'm glad that you sound so softly sweet
I'm glad you make sounds, you sound nice I sound sick
I'm glad your house has air conditioning
I'm glad that your mom told you to keep your mouth clean
I'm glad that you don't have any pills you have to take
I'm glad that you got a mouth that can always eat
I'm glad that your house is painted a beautiful shade
I'm glad that your mouth gets fucked up when it rains
Up here, where it's wet on my back
Up here, no god talking' back, and I asked
Why is the church painted blue? What's it do?
Why does the rich man get the temple?
Why does the wanderer get the ship?
Why does the brain need water in it?
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5. |
Come Into My Hospital
04:48
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When the sun drips out like saliva from it's mouth
In the dark black hole the animal has dug its self
Will it use the things it has to make it's food?
It's too hot in this house since we all moved
There is no yard, there is no god, until you make one
In the chimney you believe to be your mind
There's a woman with a mouth but with no spine
She can bend and become broken even though she's broken your guitar
I take off my shirt and love what's hard
There is no yard, there is no god, until you make one
Come into my hospital and dance
There is nothing here to make me feel
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6. |
She's In The Trees
03:57
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I'll go into the woods, there might be raspberries
Things in the river crawl into my tin can
Hold them by their tails, crawdads whose ceilings are
The moment the water is air
She's in the trees, escape with your bicycle
Naked, a human is more so in grass
Wine is so beautiful, poured like a rain
It covers Ohio in open screen doors
Open your head, catch the mosquitos in
Things here that rot in the city air
There are no walls, your room is above you and
You become clean in the mud
Open the barn doors, concrete caressed your
Lover as you are complete
Throw away your shoes in a trash can of fantasies
You are romantic in your mother's green arms
Suck out the milk, spit out your cigarette
Walk your little sister back home
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7. |
Every Heart
02:44
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Garden full of roses so sweetly composed in
Poems that he wrote them that spoke through the holes in
Every ear that's contained in a mirror every time she's near
So why get high? I'm always stoned when she's home
Open in the window things come when the wind blows
Through me, they consume me, my body is moving
And every heart that moves falls apart, but mine is half way there
So why get high? I'm always stoned when she's home
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8. |
Hallucinate Her
04:25
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Concentrate, come back when you're insane
Fornicate on a river with grey men
Feel the burn, feel and make a little sound
Go to bed, you know you don't exist
I can feel, I can feel them in my room
Little bugs, crawl around inside the womb
Hallucinate Her, Hallucinator
Don't come in here, I don't feel good
My back hurts
Crawl around, crawl around 'till I feel dumb
Don't exist, they appear, I'm just stoned
Cold outside, sleep on the brown couch
Close your eyes, your blue eyes, they cum
Close your mouth, my mouth, my head hurt
Stand around, listening to her
Hallucinate Her, Hallucinator
Don't come in here, I don't feel good
My back hurts so bad, I don't mind
Go to school, you didn't get any sleep
Go to school, go to school when you wanna think
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9. |
I Don't Believe In Love
04:19
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I don't believe in love, all I believe in is you
We'll watch the baby, you make me crazy,
But I don't believe in love
Help me eat myself, I need help, I need help
I think I'd eat myself if I got hungry
Help me eat healthy, you make me feel sweet
but I don't believe in love
Make me green tea, hot soup while I bleed
Somewhere in my head, kiss me and I'm fed
Well I think you fill me up
Baby, your back hurts, the way you laugh hurts
Cause I don't want to lose your love
Help me, I'm hungry, I'm hurtin' badly
I think I need your love,
Cause you make me believe in love
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10. |
I Am In A Room
02:14
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I am in a room
She called me to the door
Dragged our couch through the hall
She could sing me a song
Climb out my window to the roof
I am in a room
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11. |
His Menagerie
07:36
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Beautiful garden, she planted flowers in their beds
One Sunday morning I told her everything they said
I'm goin' back there, I'm going back to take a test
Tell me you'll be there planting your fingers in my neck
Flowers I've taken, chewed up, and spit into the grey sand
Treat her like pollen, shake her from both of your three hands
Like a tree branch
Beautiful sister, know that you kissed her when she came
She climbs on your shoulder, sing while you hold her in
The same way
Know you don't love her, she's every other thing you hate
Sometimes you need her, only to make you feel okay
Beautiful garden give me a reason to keep growing' old and grey
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