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The Idea Is Like Grass
03:04
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Strange Gods
04:40
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Strange Gods in strange cities
Making love
All by themselves
Heartbeats behind their shoulders
And flashing screens
Inside their hands
No smoke now rises off the buildings
But it can be seen twisting through the land
Strange Gods in strange dwellings
Taking drugs
To ease their long lives
Sad Gods out on the sidewalk
Hoping to be fierce and wild
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3. |
Sierra
04:43
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Sierra
You used to ride with me to school
When you were in your prime
Anxious look upon your face
That I thought was my own
Sierra
You would hide behind the couch
But we knew to find you there
On the cold, hard concrete floor
In the summer window sun
Sierra
Half-barking in your sleep
Chasing whoknows through the yard
You were a love of life
You were a childhood
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Death Fog In Your Eyes
04:21
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Death Fog in your eyes:
Meets you like the dream ghost of a friend on the beach where he died;
Death Fog in your eyes:
Meets you when all is quiet and light and only loss is left alive
Death Fog
Won't miss you when You is gone
Death Fog in your eyes:
Makes you wish you'd strived a little more
But you know that you will miss it when it is gone
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11:11
03:56
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6. |
Barges
05:14
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Is it really like this now?
Distance growing from the inside to the out
Barges in the sky
In the river barges floating floating floating off to die
Has it always been this way?
No breeze left to make your branches sway
Barges washed up on the shore
Like a lot of things I preferred the way they were before
And is it really so wrong and crazy to be hung up on some words?
Is it really so wrong and crazy to be caught up in other worlds?
It'll never stay the same
If the mind is gone the body will be sane
Barges in straight lines
In the river barges cutting cutting cutting their own time
And is it really so wrong and crazy to be hung up on some words?
Is it really so wrong and crazy to be caught up in other worlds?
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Nature Fetish
02:11
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Once you get outside
Once the fur falls from your chest and
Once the mountains all smell like piss and
Nothing's even crying
When the air in your face reminds you of old lovers' breasts and
You know there's not a clean place left
You are small again
In the end you say,
"Is this beauty or just fear of death"
You are small again
In the end you say,
"Is this beauty or just fear of death"
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9. |
Love
03:10
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