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[ mapplethorpe ]
00:40
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2. |
rawr
03:36
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Alright
I’m out, got dinner with a rock star
No doubt, mach seven in a cop car
Bitch now we are, nitch courtyard
Got a hundo making nickels in the boulevard
That’s where it starts
Had a whole damn year to get fucked and make art
Whole damn house to hole up and Descartes
Whole damn photograph of a new dark
Alright
I’m fresh, got minutes in the greenlight
Ba-dum tish, hot figures with a lean bite
Girls gotta fight, girl’s on sight
Got a hundo making Caramillo dynamite
Then I stop by
Had a whole damn year to hot chip and lie
Had a whole damn year to watch it all die
That’s alright, that’s alright
In the evening, but not too close to nighttime
I can sense in between wake and sleep, there’s something
Positively gold, but stronger than corundum
Will I touch it with my own hands?
When I grow up, I’ll be touching up that stone
Like, when I grow up, I’ll admit, I’m reaching
But picture me with my own place and run it by your eyes again
Imagine I could just up and say,
こっち見て rawr
Get me on my knees
Get me on my knees
Get me on my knees
Get me on my knees
Get out my way
Get out my way
Get out my
Get out my way
Get out my way
Get out my
Miss Lilith is a symbol
Ecclesiastical, superficial
To the side and through the middle
I’m something else, I’m something fickle
It’s appalachian texture
wrapped in reticent dress,
One mass cretaceous in gesture
Raster images fester
aptitude test me, lover arrest me
Floral sprays and blossoms
The human form in microcosm
Allemande and days of sodom
I’m something else, I’m something awesome
Round again, the runs rapid
Amber atom bomb packed
On blast, a baker of plaster
Raster images fester
aptitude test me, lover arrest me
In the evening, but not too close to nighttime
I can sense in between wake and sleep, there’s something
Positively gold, but stronger than corundum
Will I touch it with my own hands?
When I grow up, I’ll be touching up that stone
Like, when I grow up, I’ll admit, I’m reaching
But picture me with my own place and run it by your eyes again
Imagine I could just up and say,
こっち見て rawr
Get me on my knees
Get me on my knees
Get me on my knees
Get me on my knees
Get out my way
Get out my way
Get out my
Get out my way
Get out my way
Get out my
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3. |
centipede
02:56
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A centipede came to make the ground shake, she’s a
Earthquaker, Heartbreaker
She came with the bass to make the pits gape, she’s a
Hellraiser, a Lifetrader
New days begot the new tools
She said “Damn mommy, now what that shit do?”
She bangs on horizons, she takes in the sea, she’s a
Fire breather, a world eater
I said, a centipede came to make the ground shake, she’s a
Earthquaker, Heartbreaker
She came with the bass to make the pits gape, she’s a
Hellraiser, a Lifetrader
New days begot the new tools
She said “Damn mommy, now what that shit do?”
She bangs on horizons, she takes in the sea, she’s a
Fire breather, a world eater
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4. |
la lettre
05:03
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In my glass palace I can breathe
Caress the mid-sized pile of granite stones I placed beside me
In my glass palace I’m at peace
Glance across the garden air, the window shut, so help me.
I have the whole world on her back
Or at least that’s how it feels when breaking headlines are my soundtrack
I see my city turning black
We grew one palace for each patron of the new class
Je suis pianiste, pas poète. J’ai désolé
Do you know what I mean? I’ll admit, I can be difficult to understand
Is anybody out there? Will anybody harken to me
I’ll let anybody sit down, sit down, If you listen carefully
Now if I said,
“Pull the lace a little tighter, man”
Would you take me by the ankles with your spiderhands
And if I’m ever out of turn
Hold me down and tell me “Darling, not another word”
If I said
“I could do this for you anyday”
Would you vow to keep me docile and dependant on your say
And if I ever scream for more
Strike my body like your dad’s a fucking minotaur
The id’s forgotten how to swim
And if I dally, I fear something shall befall him
I lie in waiting, with a drink
Rose negligee, blue slippers, wine red drawers and jet black cufflinks
The ancient sky is white and bare
The light is plentiful, his blouse aflame, his skin fair
I hold my right paw in the air
I raise a padded thumb and tell the sun to get down from there
Je suis pianiste, pas poète. J’ai désolé
Do you know what I mean? I’ll admit, I can be difficult to understand
Is anybody out there? Will anybody harken to me
I’ll let anybody sit down, sit down, If you listen carefully
Now if I said,
“Pull the lace a little tighter, man”
Would you take me by the ankles with your spiderhands
And if I’m ever out of turn
Hold me down and tell me “Darling, not another word”
If I said
“I could do this for you anyday”
Would you vow to keep me docile and dependant on your say
And if I ever scream for more
Strike my body like your dad’s a fucking minotaur
Is anybody out there?
Is anybody out there?
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5. |
[ vincent ]
00:30
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6. |
beast // creature
05:31
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He came to me a beast, a mythical monstrosity I saw
Standing eminently aft, Adonis built of fur and claw
I’d say on that day, the sun itself begot him as a wolf
In a field of golden grain, body glistening in white
Inconceivable, his size, nor the brightness of his eyes
But O! From the mountains I could see
And new feelings came to me
I came to him a creature, a beaten brownish rodent at his feet
I gave a kiss, grotesquely splayed before his blinding effigy
I writhed, in waiting in the dirt, I waited for his word
I felt so weak, so disgusting as I wept upon his knees
I could sense the old contempt I had assumed this wolf would feel
But O, There! Came his paws, the wolf took hold and carried me away
The bread breaks, across my back so gently, between the cracks
I kneel with a saucerful of milk between my legs
I was starving, all my life for something I hadn’t ever known
Before I tasted what you served upon your fur
You came to me a beast, I came to you a creature
I asked you what it means, you promised me a leader
I don’t understand it either, I don’t understand it either
But when you called me yours, it felt real
Oh it felt real
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7. |
the railway
05:23
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Oh won’t you tell me a story tonight?
It seems your words will never run dry
I can’t understand where it’s all coming from
But it’s coming on… again.
Oh won’t you tell me what’s on your mind?
As in, the images you’ve writ
I can’t begin to parse what I’m feeling here
But I might join in.
Descriptions of our love
Descriptions of your body
Running through my head
I’m running when you call me your girl
Terrifying gold
The forest where I saw you
Daughter of the wolf
In seconds I would call you… dad
When the wolf tells stories to me, I’m always sure to volunteer my paw
He taught me patiently, to hold his old quill, and I caught on
Laughter, in the evening, passion at dawn, like writing songs
Belief, beyond
I can’t ever begin to know, or convey the bliss of our poetry, our words unread
The passages a cradle set, the stanzas broad walls, a house we bled
Your shimmer stains the desert floor, I follow your breath, Star of Bethlehem
I’m a child again.
Descriptions of our love
Descriptions of your body
Running through my head
I’m running when you call me your girl
Terrifying gold
The forest where I saw you
Daughter of the wolf
In seconds I would call you… dad
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8. |
our father
05:10
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Tonight, my father is coming home
As he does, when I’m troubled or hurt
He knows only softness, and peace
And it’s softness he shall serve
I know, our father is coming home
As he does, when the feeling is strong
He’s the bearer of Jesus and me
I know he won’t be long
When will father be coming home?
I’ve been good. If I hadn’t, he’d say.
Paws together, down on my knees
In silence I shall wait
When will father be coming home?
When will father be coming home?
Where is father?
Someone’s in here
Someone’s coming
Where am I?
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9. |
[ georgia ]
00:26
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10. |
lies
04:10
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I’ve been trapped in here for centuries
In this room, I’ve taken root
I’d resigned myself to die here
For this is all I'd ever known
You gave me something special, something sweet
You bore to me a wreath of happiness, of terrifying gold
I don’t know what you’ve done, but please
Don’t leave me here
I’m something truly rotten
I’m curdling inwards through the bone
But you knew this, I can feel it
You understood that I was broken, rancid
I’ll never let you do this
I’ll forfeit my standing in heaven to know
What it is, to be your daughter and your whore
Your image made my dreams come true
Take me out of here
Take me out of here
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11. |
time 2.0
01:30
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12. |
doggy
07:58
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Wait, I’ve been here before
Many times I’ve breached the house that I was born in
Sleep, familiar dreams
Wading deep within the creek that I was forged in
Still, it’s always the same
She’s still there, crying in black and white
Her ears are down
Her fur is matted to her face
With no one watching her, she waits
Her fur is matted to her face
With no one watching her, she waits
I wish I could see her
I wish I could hear her
I wish I could know her
I wish I could say something
I wish I could save her
I wish I could love her
I wish I could hold her
I wish I could say something
A dog came through the window, and carried her away
He came through the window, canines were bared, yet she wasn’t scared
Nothing hurt, nothing made a sound
The window peers out to somewhere safe
Within his arms, nothing had to change
I saw that old doggy carry me
Under God, I lie
No exaltation, soul of mine
He came through the window, fearsome and fair, yet he wasn’t there
The cage, nor her rescuer, neither was real
‘Twas merely a dream within a dream
His might, nor his parenthood, neither was real
That doggy ran away from me
My soul waits by the window, her tail still held up high
She waits for a sweetness, but all that she knows are the words of her home
Sweetness is, tenderness was
A word she had never been taught
Oh she yearns, oh she ever wants
A treasure beyond her paws
If I said
“Welcome home”, meet you at the door
Would you tell me that you love me, now and evermore
And if you ever saw my hurt
Hold me close and tell me “Darling, not another word”
If I said
“You only ever meant the world to me”
Would you kiss me on the head and listen carefully
Would you give me what I didn’t have
Would you lend to me the softness of a father’s hand
This comfort, this great easement when I think of you
I understand, it was no more than a kink to you
If you had seen me wounded, as I am in truth,
Would you have gotten on to someone new?
I only say this to an empty room
When you came to me, you only came to say you’re leaving soon
I can only look upon the blood I shed for us
I loved you more than anything, but all I ever said was
I’m sorry.
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13. |
[ robert ]
00:37
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14. |
i wish
05:12
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Oh, it seems the morning’s broke
Splendid and cold, I can see
There’s children at play, Spring is here!
The flowers are blooming
Fresh bounty of sun
I wish I could be there
Wish I’d never grown up
I have made my own bed
Soil and sod line my walls
It wasn’t your fault, I would know
I’m sorry I’m like this
Sorry I ever came
I wish I could love you, for you
But it might be too late
Oh, what a year it’s been
Long, yet so short
I’m still here, shattered and frigid, I wait
I wish you could help me
But that’s asking too much
I wish for a new dad
First one fucked up
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Patricia Taxxon Santa Cruz, California
Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.
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