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Chode to Joy
02:22
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My face is a wasteland,
My eyes are swollen shut.
My head's in a whirlwind
and I know I can't stand up.
I'm living on dead sex,
I'm living on dead smiles.
I'm laughing at dead jokes.
There's no birds for miles.
Old Sawbones Time.
It's Old Sawbones Time.
Not yet thirty summers
And I've already had enough.
You've cracked my mind's ribs,
So now you can open me up.
I'm caught in a foreign film
with no action:
A beautiful thing
that never happened.
Old Sawbones Time.
It's Old Sawbones Time.
There's no birds for miles.
There's no birds for miles.
Not a sound not a sound not a sound.
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Goiter Child
03:13
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Across the sand,
across the sand...
I sighted you in the greasy water,
a soggy bag of face with mollusk eyes,
your weed-tongue gleaming.
Yeah, I could smell you across the shore...
You taught me to swim
without sinking down,
but now brother I've taught you how to drown.
I've taught you
how to be your sister's keeper.
You threw me down,
way down the stairs,
and I'm not sure I ever stopped falling.
And your eyes shine,
you stupid, violent men.
Across the sand...
You plead to me with dead eyes
and minnow mouth,
and I remember how I loved you.
I saw what you did
to your loving wife -
to every woman in your life.
I saw you
sink everyone
in the pull of your hate.
You were brave,
and kind and strong.
Do you even know what the fuck went wrong?
I couldn't stand the fucking thought
of you abusing your only son
And raising him to be a monster
who brutalizes everyone
just like you.
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