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Home Finally Home
05:20
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im drawn to the time when your song
finally became young
i comb through the list that i christen
the place where i’m home
finally home
everyone i know
everyone i see
ragged and fractured
forever under 30
watched over from high
by the tears and words in hi-fi
and the dances of the burns
we need to cry
faced with a fear and a darkness
we now discover
a literature recited all heads ignited
and were home
finally home
all the tears of you
and all the tears of me
grows a river garden
full of chicory
well never say goodbye
theyll never make us try
theyll just accept that we cannot see
eye to eye
the girl
it feasts on the girl
spits out the brown curls
then it asks
just where are its children
im drawn to the tone of your song
how its so strong
you know just who i like
and what takes me home
finally home
in every little twist
and every little turn
a voice that greatly crackles
and a throat that burns
it quivers on a note
and then it really chokes
and i choke along
because im right there with it
im right there with it
im right there with it
im right there with it
the girl
it feasts on the girl
spits out the brown curls
then it asks
just where are its children
the girl
it hides from its world
it barricades the sides
of the underside of its bed
the girl
it feasts on the girl
and as the tape unfurls
hears the homemade voice of her heart again
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i dont need any villians
ive had enough for multiple movies
i dont care for the disapproving
and for anyone condemning
if i could repent
im sure they would have made me
cause i have you next to me
you still my shaking body and you tell me to breathe
you remind me that i dont need
no hateful voices that i feed
unless i feel like being evil
just for fun
but sometimes i wish the world loved me as much as you do
i dont care about the hecklers
the vigilantes dont get to me
i know that if we show them fear
it draws them in like rabid maddened deer
and echo low voices writhing in the ear
its institutional
the sacreligion of our constitutional
under systematic poisoning we do not see
the length of time that weve been here
and what powers once were held
what righteous power
sometimes i wish the world loved me as much as they used to
i know my happiness is out there
i want to eat it again
i want us to dream of living well
against all odds and what they peddle
making us seem invasive
to their marketplaces
you look up the so called avant dimension
and you crank up the protocol of haunt protection
i see the brakes that you pull to halt the engine
but its only when i make it there that i see the danger
that was imminent
i dont need anybody’s scorn
im proofing myself against the cruellest rejection
time and money may be spent
on loving you and hating rent
but rent is falling out of favor
and, at least for me, you could never
sometimes i wish the world loved me
as much as i love you
as much as i love you
as much as i love you
sometimes i wish the world loved me
as much as you do
i know you do
thats a big thing to know
i know you do
i know you do
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3. |
Try New Things
04:17
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were all afraid to try new things
the cops in our brain arrest our entire body
shows us nice shapes and non-intrusive colors
and pleasing design
were afraid to assault the eye
run for the hills, for its the challenges of life
of mindful expansion
of sight to the blind
of love to all forsaken such as my friends and i
of love to all forsaken such as my friends and i
we are afraid to try new things
to dip our toes in the soup we assume is lava
we are way too young and thats our curse toward the familiar
for if we were immortal, nothing would scare us at all
run for the hills, for its the obscured and foreign
the different perspectives
and the ones that were erased
the words of all who left us for the sand and the space
the findings of their journals, of the lines that remain on their face
we are afraid to try new things
poisoned in the heart and driven mad by shame
our helpless learned and our frivolousness rampant
when all good is lost we look for someone beneath us to blame
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the phantom turns xer cloak away
cant escape the
crowd of adoring faces
all the pining eyes, the catcalls of genuine innocent infatuation
youll really fall in love with ME, will you?
with your clamouring fingers
your frightening screams
youll really fall in love with ME, will you?
do you really trust Only what
you can see
of me
fall in love with ME, will you?
is it plummeting standards
embarrassing innocence
what makes your heart say ME?
the phantom hides deeper behind the stage
crawling under
into a secret underground cave
crawling somewhere closed off and far away
but as if fredrick avery directs xer life
they all show up again
already at the end
youll really fall in love with ME, will you?
with your clamouring fingers
your frightening screams
youll really fall in love with ME, will you?
do you really trust Only what
you can see
of me
fall in love with ME, will you?
is it plummeting standards
embarrassing innocence
what makes your heart say ME?
i could scare you so bad
i could unleash a demon
or worse an opinion
that ruins your mind
forever
i dont want to ruin no minds forever
i dont want to ruin no minds forever
no worse than mine
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5. |
Looks Like Me
05:44
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everybody looks like me
but then there are those girls who are thin and pretty
cocks so big and waists so slender
making everyone else feel like pretenders
everybody looks like me
but nobody looks like jenn or brittney
but only jenn and brittney get to be
the suite life, the twin homecoming queens
i trekked across a marshmellow moon
the surface smooth would move in waves
it sunk below my feet and then
rippled across this short horizon
and then i tripped and flew over
a deep ridge where the ground seemed to renew
it was just as smooth but it was
bone hard
and in its center a jewel
and strange engravings
and marks along the side towards a patch of thick dark grass
i felt these prairies blow in a soft wind
like there was a dust devil approaching
and then my eyes were opened
and the mirror above me
showed me a channel i did not want to see
i shaved my face again
this fucking face again
i shaved this face again
this fucking face
everybody looks like me
everybody i think wants to be too
forsooth
perchance to take a dive into my
arms of weaving
bunny fluff
no perceptional stuff
only this voice is just enough
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6. |
Strike The Pyrite Vein
04:44
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cause girls like her they dont just die
no i just refuse to believe that they just die
girls that do fly so high
say its good to cry
standing naked in a naked sky
this girl she got so high
she could reach through the glass
smash thru like a superfemme quatermass
she could make a bee line
to the living divine
we all know shes divine
but maybe the world at last would see the divine
dancing on dreamline
red head as a peace sign
freckles in the night sky
girls like her just dont die
no they just dont die
someone gotta make us die
to even really try, but theyll make us
and theyll come you
they will come for me
lock us in a prison
and then set us free
cause we girls we just dont die
they have to make us die
the cruelty of hands
will work the wire
that will tighten around us
only then do we die
once a time we died where the cruelty of hands had to just lie still
to make us die
its always the hands
we forever stay alive
otherwise
nobody just dies
she wanted to reach so high
up to the moon she would climb
and she was more determined than the world she left behind
but i know shed use the world as a springboard to get there
climbing on the willing loving hands of the girls fair
that she all inspired to climb just as high
even to try
she was meant to dance on the moon and sky
she would just not die
never would she just die
she had way to much to do
she never would have fallen from so high
was the cruelty of hands in the building
in a room underneath the roof where she was standing
the hands always come from many arms
meaning to do harm
to a far reaching spectrum of us
it could have been anyone
whether paid or just for fun
the ruling was unusually swift and innocent
a life lived fighting the climb of respect
and never getting much in perspective
no one ever wants us having respect
not in any industry or profession
in a scape of sound that is so bound tight
by the stubbornness of hypnotism in plato’s light
they’ve found a cave theyll never leave
and they forced her to stay in the oil
of every pearls un insides
never said her name
never gave her any spotlight
never any respect
never gleaned from her insight
and we know that like her they dont just die
no i just refuse to believe that they die
girls that do fly so high
say its good to cry
standing naked in a naked sky
this girl damn she got so high
and i live in a sophie sigh
she lived the long of it in a sophie sigh
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8. |
We Feast On The Girl
03:59
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i dont have a strained relation
to my voice
but i dont love either
most days
my voice in terms imagined
that i use
has animation
on ones at best
on call a great sensation
dreams a voice
what dreamy cadence and rolling
and sizzling of stronger pipes
do smoke the words enchanted
through a face
of similar tight webbing
the spiders in my eyes
and they feast on my girl
they feast on the girl
we feast on the girl
the girl
it feasts on my girl
on all of the me that is girl
and we
we feast on the girl
her shapes we must keep interred
for they are so succulent
not of this world
feed for the fire and the herd in us
girl
we feast on the girl
her emotions so tender they cut so perfect
i need the meat
to fill my need
for meat
full of tear salt
we need the girl
need the dream
but we dont need
the girl
for we hate the girls meat
the girl
it feasts on my girl
on all of the me that is girl
and we
we feast on the girl
for none can deny the delicacy of the
girl
we slash and set fire to the girl
we beat and we tear apart the girl
our emotions so pronounced for the girl
so tender they cut themselves for the girl
i need the meat
to fill my need
for meat
full of tear salt
we need the girl
need the dream
but we dont need
the girl
for we hate the girls meat
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your girlfriends not dead
shes off the e-train
away from you
without you
i see you rock back and forth
looking out hoping to see her
to hear her
screaming just get away
now your breaking my concentration
for she is a
say i know
i know
i know
i know shes out there
she went to the candy realm
aiming to harvest the sour straw reeds from the malt shake pond
and shell prance thru the popcorn poppies back into your arms again
at least now and then
she went to the basement
to cuddle the rats there
away from you
without you
say i know
i know
i know
i know shes out there
your girlfriends not dead
shes off on an adventure
away from you
without you
bashing yr head in the dirt
cause it all makes yr neck churn
your face burn
screaming i know shes out there
i know shes out there
my strand of her waterfall hair, still glowing
i know
i know
i know
i know shes out there
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10. |
I Hate The Mountain
05:57
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clear skies in december
clear head for a first
clarity to remember
the ways you treat me the worst
making off with the cats pajamas
leaving the cat skinned bald and violent around here
im happy that youre home again and yet i
shed a secret tear
and i hate the mountain you make
between us
why should i climb
to such exhausting heights
just to look down the scree
and see you
fixating your gaze
upon the river ablaze
with your heart that for days
has ignored me
and its back to the light
above the mountains you pile up
without me
notice me again
cut down the mountain please notice me again
i hate the mountain please notice me again
clear skies in december
wind chill cuts the bone
u all surround me daily
yet i somehow still feel
stupidly alone
brown eyes burning embers
draw me back by drowning
and i cant swim but i rescue you
and the whole time youre just frowning
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they cease to speak
youre addressing them
shouting their name
and the longer it rings
the more sinister grows
the slow skillness they keep
they look half perturbed
like they dont know your problem but still you are screaming
and maybe i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
that they had to forget
in order to live
youre just a name
an occurrence in the air
as the first insect lands
a few of its friends
and then more and more
swarming in tremendous
dissonant noise
they swallow both of your
motionless faces
and the rest of your vessels
and then begin growing
in massive leaps
forward in size
in fast emotion
scurrying
chattering
and as the noise climaxes
they blink to nothing
leaving you no longer there
and maybe i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
that they had to forget
in order to live
that youre just a name
a plain gestalt gust in the wind
sticks and stones
may break my bones
but words will shatter us all
just some photos they dumped in your lap years ago
you only now understand most of the humor behind them
maybe all this time
quite little there was
except for the journey
of verse that would always be
carried by one
one as a comet
who furiously burned through
and out of the same ground again
again again
and maybe i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
that they had to forget
in order to live
youre just a name
that rings nothing of nowhere
and youre left with a name
that ought to ring similarly
you had a dream
that you met them
and that they were
friendly to you
only because theyd never
know you by your face
and they approached you not knowing
but you recognized immediately
and stood there gobsmacked at them talking calm at you
and you waited through
the day for something
to reoccur
but nothing did
your nerves were shot
you left politely
and maybe i dont seem to understand
i dont seem to understand
idont seem to understand
that they had to forget
in order to live
and maybe they just spoke kindly cause
theyre not a demon you know
sticks and stones
may break your bones
but words seem to move you like water
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12. |
Hun
05:25
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im so proud of you hun
i love you so much i wish you could see it
its all so relentless
sonar waves of sound imploding on us all
i wish i could be there to comfort you
why must we be so far apart
why must we be so poor as well
im so proud of you hun
i love you so much you dont even know
will we lose ourselves in a clear sky
will we ever feel home
we walk so long in pitch dark caves
fumbling, feeling for our way out
and no one offers us a light
and no one else can find each other
if i could be there
and you know god dammit i would be if i could
id cuddle up with you
so you could scream in my shoulder
id sing softly to you till you fell asleep
make you breakfast in the morning
be with you as long as youd need me
we possess gentle eyes of madness
for in the calm blue of our sea
an oil fire rages in the center
an omenous chaos, a rose thorn in life
im so proud of you hun
you did nothing wrong at all
you ask me just why im proud of you
youre here. thats it. youre just here
everything tightens and everything chokes us
everything suffocates us so hard
and yet you still draw breath enough to talk to me
im so proud of you hun
every week someone loses this fight
but not you
and not me
what do we hold out for? i guess cest la vie
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hold my beer son
ill show you how the breaking is done
im sorry i made you run away
where’s my evidence
to prove me right all along
im sorry i made you run away
in god’s country
you’re only a bastard demon’s daughter
and if i die you better be content with yourself
you aren’t allowed to grieve or anything else
you better be happy
you better dance
a naked dance round my burning body
im sorry i made you into somebody that people run away from
the streets ate me alive
and all you got
was the bits they couldn't stomach deep inside
the streets keep me up all night
and what I got
were the cougars who made me into a real wife
the streets ate me alive
and all you got
was a serpent of a servant in your eyes
the heat wave casts me sly
and all you got
broken sanctuary desecreated by
your sheets ate me alive
an all you got
was a crucifixing daydream that made you unwind
i knew you meant good things to my life
but all you got
was a promise of a maybe suicide
i couldnt keep your soul too bright
and all you got
triggered memory of when your safety died
your voice just passes me by
and all I got
just the turpentine that echoed from behind
what was good in me expired
and all you got
just another stack of money lit on fire
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Dani Lee Pearce Denver, Colorado
nb trans songwriter orignally from the west coast
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