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"I woke up from a dream, and you were waiting in a swirling pool of oak leaves"
You stared me in the eyes, until I started crying.
I can't deal with intimacy.
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Masturbation Station
08:08
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Match my stares, burn it down, eyes sting from the sweat.
Struggling to lock me in a side eye view.
Well, dream on boy. The ashes of the seminal
is what you'll need just to keep me from being booooooored
Breathe hard through the foreplay, scoff at the suckers reading Brecht
while quoting Bukowski under my hot breath.
Can I jerk a little harder, can you moan a little louder through your ego?
I'm tired but I brush the foreskin as I reference all the post-modern bullshit in your foreign film.
Am I flaccid? I didn't mean to. I swear I'm the same as you!
Hold you breath, close your eyes, reach out with your arms.
Feeling for the floor as you sludge through the cum
Don't you know when you try to be a monument,
it's a struggle just not to be such a boooooore.
Breathe hard through the foreplay, scoff at the suckers reading Brecht
while quoting Bukowski under my hot breath.
Can I jerk a little harder, can you moan a little louder through your ego?
I'm tired but I brush the foreskin as I reference all the post-modern bullshit in your foreign film.
Am I flaccid? I didn't mean to. I swear I'm the same as you!
Slow down babe, take it easy.
Do I have to be so interesting to keep your attention?
Can I say another joke? And we can skip the kissing
And go straight to the masturbating.
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Street Lamp
05:34
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You were waiting by the street lamp near my house I always adored.
I pray so soft with bleeding eyes, my breath falls on the concrete, hopes to die.
Your hair was pulled up past you neck to show the mark I left the night before.
I could see it in your eyes, could feel it in my knees, you look, it made me weak.
Strap me to the bed and drip the bleeding prayers of the saints onto my chest,
until I cross my bloodshot eyes, until I faint, until I die, until I finally have learned that I love you.
Punch me in the cheek until I can collect the dried blood between my teeth
And strap on my blue and pink polka dot corset, while telling me so softly, sweetly that I am a shit.
You stood above me straight and tall, like the light pole, you wait to watch me fall.
Your sadist bulb burned in my eyes, begging me to worship out of fear.
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Dumb Sex
05:35
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Boring the bar with your fragmented spite
The shade of your teeth makes the moon look white
Staring me down with you big, wide hips
Blowing smoke in my eyes with your dark lips
"Have you ever been to New Mexico?"
Did you ever think we could sink so low
Pull me in closer so you burn my finger tips
while trying to light the end of my distraction stick
While hiding beers between your legs underneath the seat
So I put all of my talking points on repeat
Have you ever sighed a cum? Disappointing spit.
When did I ever think I could sit through all of this.
Take another self-pity shit while you were vomiting now.
Satan owes a drink with me, Faulkner's made a fool of me now.
Now, we're on a roll. Cause I know, jazz plays on my toes when I'm not at home.
Taking a piss on the side of the street
Painting a portrait with the stream of me pee
Explaining my pointalism's unmatched by Matisse
You say stop, well self-righteous ain't so pretty
Have you ever tried to light a smoke while you take a pee
and being told that you have to leave
Cry under the mattress while trying to catch your neighbor's cat.
Light another cigarette, try to forget all of it now.
Oh no, oh can't you keep it to yourself.
Oh no, oh I can't keep it to myself.
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Homes as Spiderwebs
05:23
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I know it all was circumstance,
you told me "You can't build you home on clothespins"
The cats bled on a bed of lettuce
(Listen) "You can't build you home on clothespins"
Collette dreams of the next day's meal
(Please hear me) "You can't build you home on clothespins"
Pastisse dribbled down Cash's cheek
(no I can't) "You can't build you home on clothespins"
Blue water flowed between your breasts
(I'm not here) "You can't build you home on clothespins"
I sat on wheat in Italy
(Start whining) "You can't build you home on clothespins"
You put towels on the window
Pulled off the road, we have the time
Steam up the car, sunlight bleeds in
Now I feel it
Eight eyes could not focus at home
Dying gave me two eyes
I know it all was circumstance
You told me "You can't build you home on clothespins"
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The Freebiez San Antonio, Texas
"Drummer Dane Rousay and Montano successfully cover this spectrum, crossing the borders of pop and noise on their EP. But when in pop territory, the duo isn’t afraid to experiment." - Matt Stieb (SA Current)
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