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as one (algorhythm)
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we were lying in bed loving each other to death, your head upon the pillow, you said "why must we be apart, and why not a single mind and heart eternally? i'm not saying it's wrong because i know it's right. i guess if we were spheres of light perhaps you could collide with me, but then it will never be, my love, goodnight"
i guess i'm holding up because i mean it doesn't suck and like would you believe some people are intimidated by me? like just considering i'm dying and also penniless. like some art school shits i saw the other day nearly pissed themselves when i jumped from my balcony but now i've run out of clever things to say
as a child slept through storms in a magic park. when i turned 10, daddy said "marky i think you've learned to love the dark." now i still do and i'm working too, i think i missed my train. where is that little boy yet he remains
(make some noise)
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So now I've learned all of the reasons to exist
And plus I've spent a hot minute corroborating it
No, I will never wish harm upon my health
Still I would like the universe to leave me somber by myself
I'll breathe fire to cut down all the trees
Use 'em to build a sanctuary home, a noble house for me
Is all this lazy love necessary?
Sorry friends
I'm a jerk
Do good work
I won't pick up the phone
These days there's not as much skunk smoke in my breath
And I've stayed quiet since my eighth grade dynamite death
But still I think I know exactly what you mean
It's just that I've been petrified of people ever since I was thirteen
And I am four years older than that now
And I still haven't died yet and it's a wonder to me how God really seems to want us all to stay alive
But I don't know if God is real, I really can't make up my mind
My soul will sleep in incandescent fever songs
I'll play the guitar and my idea of God can sometimes sing along and if I can't live off of that on its own
Goodbye God
I'm not here
I'm not home
I won't pick up the phone
But still this putrid purity, though it plagues me, is my own
Now I have very real life skills
I don't know how I'll go about adult functions like paying bills
I never learned how to read a map, but as long as I make music is it arbitrary to know all that crap?
See my eternity sadness expand and as soon as I commence its collapse, I can be a moral man
And though it isn't wise to walk off misery,
I'll walk it off
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(this is a PSA:
ahhhhhh)
what do you care if i'm impatient? and still for your consideration:
the ghosts haunt her so she can't sleep
the wounds are chrome and carved real deep
never at peace, a droll sensation, she longs for semi-dream sedation
oh, but everybody cuts their hair
in a strange way, she doesn't care
feeling like i'm feeling like a burden and i still can't stand up right
kept getting ill, hallucinations provide sufficient excavations, so though she threw up an awful lot, she couldn't feel where she'd been shot
outside of the jewish congregation, a rock symbolic on occasion of everything that only sits and seldom ever gives a shit
oh how i wish i could be
feeling like i'm feeling like a burden and i still can't stand up right
(for now i'm running from the demons of demerit and getting lost in the heart of the hospital and lighting up at the sight of my frustration and being told i'm)
*COTARD*
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everyone got some
01:44
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son in silver face kissing suckling pig
daddy in a cloak peering from his rig
still irreverence remains tired tame refuse, a cultural motif invented to obscure the truth and in a minute i will no longer write songs and in a minute i will write another one
i haven't had sex since when i was born
back in '62, everyone got some
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Matt Ellin New York, New York
Singer-songwriter, guitarist, bassist, Theophobia member, performer
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