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dippin
01:39
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I'll dip my dick in cinnamon so you can taste it with your teeth
And with your tongue and tonsils
your throat will burn and feel the heat of nothing, of nothing
The spiders in my bed- have made their way into my mouth
So they control what goes in and what comes out
And my emotions are at the mercy of my best of friends
and I don't think I can handle that
But I'm a spider man, an amazing spider man
I'll dip my brain in medicine so that you can stand to be with me
I'll dip my brain in medicine so that I won't think the things I think
I'll dip my brain in medicine so this kind of stuff won't get to me
I'll dip my brain in medicine so I can finally get some sleep
And let those spiders out
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always leaving
01:12
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today i wrote a song, and i guess that it's about you,
or how i never understood what dancing meant until i met you.
in a winter college town you proved
that we could move in ways so un-ingenuine.
then: on the crowded floor, a little down, ten people over,
was like standing on the violent ocean shore.
i said "you know it'd be the same,"
and i said "boy don't be naive.
even if i stuck around, but you know i'm always leaving.
so today i wrote this song,
but somehow i know it's not about you,
as much as wanting to belong, or have something to connect to.
and how impermanence came wholly into question,
when you challenged my perception
that to go back and forth is such a noble task.
you shook the sea without so much as leaving tracks,
and gave motion a whole new meaning,
one i'd try to learn if i wasn't always leaving.
but you know i'm always leaving.
credits
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june on the west coast
03:19
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I spent a week drinking the sunlight of winnetka, california
Where they understand the weight of human hearts
You see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
With the fear that it eventually departs.
And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
Where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
And if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
Then its there I will plant these seeds and make my home
I spent a day dreaming of dying in mesa, arizona
Where all the green of life had turned to ash
And I felt I was on fire, with the things I could have told you
I just assumed that you eventually would ask
And I wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
And all those months I just wanted to sleep
And though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part
My heart has thawed and continues to beat
I visited my brother on the outskirts of olympia
Where the forest and the water become one
And we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of, that
Perfect peaceful street where we came from
And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
As I sat inside my room so long ago
And it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told by a
Car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
And I went to san diego
The birthplace of the summer
And watched the ocean dance under the moon
And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something's got to happen soon
Because I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
And as I walked along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I really need
With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
They make me pure
They make me pure
I long to be with you [x2]
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distance
01:51
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Folding love letters and carefully placing them in a box underneath my bed. When I drink I read over them. I'm much stronger than I was when I knew her, see here, see here, doesn't mean we should have never met, doesn't mean we should have never met. We had a lot of awful shit go down, never love again you swore. I said things ill probably go to hell for. We both felt really young. But anyway that was a long time ago, so see here, see here, doesn't mean I can't wish her the best, I hope she gets that job in Ireland.
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