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100 years
01:54
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i woke up with black palms and i looked all around
and as i walked to the chapel i sunk into the ground
then i tried to drive north but the roads were in ruin
so i turned off my headlights to be burnt by the moon
the next town i came to had no families left
and i could not stay there, so i hitched to the west
i was trying to call you but the lines had all died
and when i looked out the window petals fell from the sky
i woke up again and the snow was all red
so i cut off my hair, baked my blood into bread
the room filled with steam so i opened the door
and the wind peeled the paint, stripped the wood from the floors
and i couldn't ask jesus, i could never look back
he looked too much like you with your palms painted black
and i was sure i would faint then, sure i would cry
when i heard of your new name, petals fell from the sky
then i woke up a third time and still knew it was wrong
because the dishes were done and my hair was too long
the blinds were tied up, i heard the atmosphere groan
and by the look of the clouds i knew that you had come home
you sat down beside me, fingers slanted and sharp
pushed me down to the floor, touched black palms in the dark
you ripped skin from my face and you opened my thighs
and you made sounds in my body while petals fell from the sky
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2. |
yellow rooms
01:12
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i came down, you were gone
high from bleach on the wall
the room shook i couldn't stand
yellow smoke stained my hands
you passed out, i stood still
cleaned the floor, took headache pills
i fell down, you stayed asleep:
dreaming while i drank bleach
a bottle of peroxide
seven root beers
forty-five kitchen chairs
what am i doing here?
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3. |
god's parking lot
01:42
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we spend time on couches in
lutheran church parking lots with
thin sunburnt eyelids and
faces all plastered in
smiles and shiny molars
(not worrying of food poisoning)
as we scarf down the treats
brought to us by grannies
now i know i'm not young but look at my kneecaps
they're torn up and bleeding like i tripped in the sandbox
i wish i was with you we'd be
laughing at the weather and
trying our hands at
guessing mens' shoe sizes
wanting to be sleeping
but okay with the air being
hotter than those girls with their
grade seven fresh bodies
now i know i'm not young but look at my underarms
i could not be this nervous if i'd ever felt lust before
i still know the rules to
marbles and pogs and i
like the expressions of preteens
as i beat them with plastic
you tell me i'm lewd and
i kiss your nude abdomen as
we lay in your bed in the
dampness of the summer
now i know i'm not young but look at my lips move
have you ever seen lies formed so quick and so golden?
now i know i'm not young but look how my tongue is tied
i can't even speak out loud these foul things that i've been feeling
please come and sit with me
on the couch in god's parking lot and
i'll move one seat over so we
don't have to touch at all
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4. |
carbon monoxide
01:20
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that stench, how it seeped, how it leaked to the street
it was wet and open wide, so rotting and sweet
that spit on my lips, tongue melting the slit
but i freaked: she didn't speak, her bones started to creak
i raised my head: she was dead, oh her eyes how they bled
in the car it was dark, the garage where we parked
the walls shook, blew soot, i don't know how long it took
the stench grew and then i knew that it'd kill me too
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5. |
my allergies
01:10
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my allergies, i can't breathe
my allergies, i can't breathe
and now i know that we can never be
because whenever we touch yeah i have to sneeze
my bad knee, you socked me
my bad knee, you socked me
and now i know that we can never be
because whenever we dance yeah i lock and freeze
my kidney, one only
my kidney, one only
and now i know that we can never be
because whenever we kiss yeah i start to bleed
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6. |
playing boy george
01:42
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and oh honey i can't escape the feeling
that this is our first time touching
and your hair is looking so fine, sir
that i can't concentrate on anything
i am standing in the washroom
trying to keep my dinner down
the radio is playing old boy george
and i wish something else was on
we are frying our dinner together
and all the brightness it is so alarming
and i try to burn each thing that i cook
so you will never call me pretty
and it used to be sixteen pills
and now i can look at the ceiling
and now i can look at your face
and not apologize for anything
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7. |
over the hill
01:50
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how do i know that i am growing older?
well it seems pretty clear to me:
my joints all hurt, i like antiques,
and it sometimes burns when i pee
i try not to think of the inevitable:
when i have to have james wipe my ass
but it's hard when i know i'm twenty-one years old
and that time is coming oh so fast
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landmammal Kitchener, Ontario
we died.
peter: shapes
kay: columbian boy
james: WHAAT
alexander: 1-2-3-4
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