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Swamp Teeth
02:27
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On the slow come down my voice is mumbled. In a dead wave dream I am humbled to be the one, your loving sun. Bending light beneath the trees near the moss scratching bark absorbing softly underneath. Spitting solvents cracking skin. I hope to surface on a melanin trip. Echo this ageing, suspend my mind and we carry on with rite and pyre. While vision is shadowed, dress me up. Put me down tonight, am I in vogue?
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Karen Cooper
03:43
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My lungs burn from running, grab hold of me. You are afraid of dying, when you ask me…Your teeth in skin, the sweet serotonin. You’re already in, my sweet serotonin. Feeling it crawling in, sweet serotonin. I am already gone. Eating the words from my mouth, drain out the bright. Keep craving the high, with drops of life. Can you feel the burn blossom inside.
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Chenille
02:05
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While you sleep. Its 5 am in my head is on crooked. Why do you want to hurt me, so softly?
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Papillon
04:12
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I brake on a plate under your eyes with expectance. I dilate, we never wanted progress. The landscape, talk like you remember everything. Let the colour blind to be re-discovered. Remember me decades later and make me a footnote in a child’s memory. Draw me on and on and on. Follow my pain. Why would you ever want to harm little old me? I can’t help my self from breaking free. You tear me up as I drop to your feet and I can feel myself getting warm with the concrete.
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Outfield
05:34
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Full moon deadbeat follow me. I like to keep the night on me. Full moon deadbeat swallow me. Little sleepwalk cloud with shade, sombrely awaiting day. Trailing monoliths, observing us under heavenly fracture. You can’t come and find me, half shaped dark matter. You can’t come and see me, outfield.
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Green
03:32
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I want to wake up now and drown my face. I want to feel so bad in a normal state. I want to hold my head an feel ashamed. No one else will know it’s all a waste. I don’t care I am almost there. I want to hide in a more green land. I want that sweet cheap thrill, no sympathy. I want to be hated, let me rot away. I want to poison my self esteem but what I really want is all eyes to be on me. I’ll wait for a better place.
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