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Mustard Gas Heart
02:41
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Morning will find you
Wherever you are
Mustard gas heart
Erases a hope too far
But all your dreams aren't falling through
An acid spot of sunlight next to you
I needed/need it to(o)
Forget about you
A second a day
Mustard gas heart
A yellow ageing lung stain
While everyone else will stay
You're counting seeds
The dirt is loose by the pepper tree
Where you made him laugh
At the foot of the stairs
The last one there
I was the last one there
I'll protest my innocence
And let the claymore fall
Not thinking what you're feeling
Or what you're saying
He sits upon a winged beast
Instructions to protect
Oh it's in my mind
I know he's fine
But I just can't forget
I know that I don't
Believe it enough
To make you see that
I would sever stars
And set them in their place
Around your shirt
And plant your flag in the ashen dirt
I knew that I would just get hurt
But I fell long and I fell hard
And now you've smiled into the dark
And I can sit and finally fix my
Mustard gas heart
I've got a mustard gas heart
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2. |
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Streaks of you in pink waves
As the sun reflects the water
Circling in deep space
For the house without a daughter
That's when the bronze cathedral
Flowers folding
Sours coastline air
The blue moon changes channels in despair
Ghost kid bring me closer
To whatever city calls you
I have many questions
Of the troubles that befall you
Tracing histories over
Tired rivers
Citrus in the air
The blue moon changes channels in despair
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3. |
Toiletship
02:10
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Phase 1: Reentry Love
The spit soup on the brew again
Phase 2: The Dying Star
Cassandra's phasing out
Who will tend the rafters
When we love you so much more?
The toiletship commander
Reads the blood runes on the floor
And fades out through the door
Leaving these steady instructions
Stones will fly through windows
As I watch the distant shore
And who will tell Cassandra
No one loves her anymore?
PERHAPS YOU!
The toiletship commander
Reads the blood runes on the floor
And who will tell Cassandra
No one loves her anymore?
Phase 1, over
Phase 2, over
I'm phasing out
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4. |
The Golden Age
03:12
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I find you artificial
I wait for you to break
I'm full of fight and multipled
Across the ark of space
And I fly into your arms
Without even thinking
That it's our golden age
I fade so quickly
You snatch me gently
The imperials on the hill
Will strand us
Leaving us without a trace
I hoped to give them
Something better
Than a hand of dust
And our fragile golden age
And it's our golden age
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I will send my torturers a postcard
And I will rip their faces off the billboards
But I can tell you now that I'm screaming
I'm not laughing
But it's a good day
And I will surf the tidal wave of tears
And I will bring you supper and you can bring my fears
But tomorrow won't be grim even though yesterday SUCKED
It's still a good day
Yeah it's a good day
Plastic emperor
Turn you money into gold
And everyone around you's
Already been bought and sold
And just because your voice
Won't survive until tomorrow
It's not fair!
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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