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Herman's Dilemma
03:20
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Not for what I’ve done
Not for what he won’t do
Not for the things to come that fall onto Me then some
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
Ain’t no halo big enough to fit Your head
Failed to say those dogs haven’t ever been fed
Male in pain go tangle thoughts into a dread
Big dilemma
Herman would rather be dead
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
Ain’t no halo big enough to fit Your head
Failed to say those dogs haven’t ever been fed
Male in pain go tangle thoughts into the dread
Big dilemma
Herman would rather be dead
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
Passionately I adore You
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2. |
The Kid
03:44
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The Kid
Do You think that You might wanna
Do You think that You might ever wanna
Keep the kid
Brown skin for future breathe Me in
Who to worship, who to laugh at, and what to steal
And You are who?
The perfect perfume and every reject thought and point of view
That’s You
Hailing taxis, holding hands in back seats
Ten fingers and ten toes
Can You picture the perfect
Knows me, needs You, darling dark eyes see through
Lies of the perfect time to let Your guard go
To put it simply they must …
To worship, who to laugh at, and what to steal
And do You know
The perfect purview and every pointless thought and point of view
The people and the parties that make living what You do?
That’s You
That’s You
Do You wanna keep the kid?
I’d really like to keep the kid
Do You wanna keep the kid?
I’d really like to keep the kid
Do You wanna keep the kid?
I’d really like to keep the kid
Do You wanna keep the kid?
I’d really like to keep the kid
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3. |
Life Is Pain
05:35
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Deep in the nite we told Our secrets
Barely cool enough to hold
People in town they started shaking
You bent down to turn your nose
While I was
Needing a little bit, feeling a little less
Hey now before You go, can You sort My
Life is Pain
Life is Pain
Deep in the pocket right there is My friend
We like to stay up late and see who can step closer to the edge
Believing every single goddamn word We said
Everything’s good, nothing is bad
Tomorrow we’re through, how much do We have
To be
Needing a little bit, feeling a little less
Way back when I was cool I had to stand in line
Life is Pain
Life is Pain
Life is Pain
Needing a little bit, feeling a little less
Hey now before You go can You sort My
Life is Pain
Life is Pain
Life is Pain
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4. |
Peaches
04:44
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Peaches in a palace
Queens and pits and kings and pits that need the juice
Headed west to Alyce
I remember when She called Me cute
She don’t talk much anymore
Since that once I spent sleeping on Her floor
And She cried out for something that was higher than Me
Playing for skin
Laying within
Peaches will stay ripe ‘til they begin to move on
Peaches in a basket
Placed in the middle of a table reserved for a princess
Headed west to Alyce
Once I saw a photo of Her wearing a black dress
Built to last still will break
She’s calling higher than a place I get to know
A peach is Yours and Yours to taste
Alone
Playing for skin
Laying within
Peaches will stay ripe ‘til they begin to move on
Peaches in a palace, peaches in a casket
It’s all the same to move on
Alyce, if choice was simply laid at Your feet to go or stay
You’d move one
Ain’t nobody judging You for that
Time is at your back
So move on
Move on
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I guard my interests well
I’ve never really been good at sharing
And I’m prone to get spun when I spin a spell
And end up hurting myself
I built my walls up high
I tend to get tricky with My territory
And I’m prone to bare my teeth when My heartblood beats
And end up hurting You too
One day comes a woman who showed me what I would share for
Along with that woman came a woman who taught Me I need to care more
Head over heels, three ain’t company, it’s a pillar of support
Sipping Malört, oh my lord, sharing Our hearts, who would have thought
That Our faith and Our fiction intertwine
All in the name of Our love’s design?
Sharing what I got and what’s Hers is Mine
My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend
Our faith and Our fiction intertwine
All in the name of Our love’s design
Sharing what I got and what’s Hers is Mine
My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend
I’m not claiming to be a cured man
I still see the color green at times
I’d be lying if I said that I want to go back
To who I was before Them two sweet souls came and cleared the vines
One day I woke up, got out My bed to go see Her
And there They were, Her head in Her lap
So I smile and I breath, and I kiss Them both before I leave
‘Cause I know what They need is some one on one relief
Our faith and Our fiction intertwine
All in the name of Our love’s design
Sharing what I got and what’s Hers is Mine
My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend
Our faith and Our fiction intertwine
All in the name of Our love’s design
Sharing what I got and what’s Hers is Mine
My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend
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6. |
Where's Rock Bottom
06:05
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Leave the broken glass
Where’s rock bottom?
Hold Your emptiness
Where’s rock bottom?
Drop Your malady
Where’s rock bottom?
From the balcony
Where’s rock bottom?
I swore to You I’d follow through
I lied
I swore to You before You chose to die
You can see it from a mile away, but You still don’t know what to say
You figure what You want to say, but You may not get the chance to speak
You may get the chance to speak, but They may not listen
And if They listen
Would They really listen?
I swore I would die too
Stay forever still
Where’s rock bottom?
Traced against Your will
Where’s rock bottom?
Shapes that You are not
Where’s rock bottom
Or rather ones You were
Where’s rock bottom?
I swore to You I’d follow through
I lied
I swore to You before You chose to die
Show me where
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7. |
The Kid II
02:49
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How to know
Where to send the note
When home is too close to home
Hand fold to envelopes to send the message
I’ll stay for one
At least until Your story’s done
Then I’m naked on the next flight to wherever can fix me
How to float
In kitchen sinks on paper boats
And home is too close to home
Hands hit until You fold for real this time
I’ll stay for one
At least until Your story’s done
Then I’m naked on the next flight to wherever the next fix be
I’ll stay for one
If You call me Son
From that place you know
That never can be too far or too close
to home
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8. |
pm
03:37
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Twenty six
I’ve been chasing kicks and feelins
Becoming who I’m bound to be
All my life
They tell me I’ve been searching for something
That’s always been inside of me
And if I’d relax I’d see
But I’m not sure what that’s gotta do with You
As far as I can see
Isn’t far enough for me
Who am I
To question and ponder all that’s outside My control?
I struggle to feel whole
Suicide
I think about it constantly, and I’m so afraid I might
But I’m still afraid to die
But I’m not sure what that’s gotta do with You
As far as I can see
As far as I can see
Isn’t far enough for me
Unfortunately
Don’t deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death’s release
If You leave
I can’t promise I will be
The same man I am when You return
When You leave
A fool I’ll be waiting while knowing
You ain’t gonna return
As far as I can see
As far as I can see
Isn’t far enough for me
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9. |
Funny Lines (Of Time)
03:47
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We all went to a quinceañera
And played soccer with a rock all up and down the parking lot
While Our dreams came to
We snuck some beers out in Our pockets
And played soccer with a rock all up and down the parking lot
While the stars lit up the spaces where the cars and trucks were taking their room
And You would have wanted to play in Our simple game
But You stood a mile away in a picture frame
And You would have definitely had something to say
If time gave back what We put in, We’d waste it all the same
Where You are is where it is
Don’t complicate Your tenderness
With all Your funny lines of time
We all went to a fancy party
And did what We love to do; We joked around and played the fool
While the rest of You were just so fucking cool
We cried a couple happy tears
Then waited ‘til the coast was clear to pack it up and disappear
Then We made out like some bandits with the psychic holy tablets of Truth
You stood a mile away in a mass parade
And You would have definitely cracked a smile to say
If time gave back what We put in, We’d waste it all the same
This is nothing to get over or get under
Stay exactly where You are is where it is
Don’t complicate Your consciousness
With all Our funny lines of time
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