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you had a dream about loss
within the fruit there are worms
yet still a vow to dare goodnight
you had a dream about love
could it be you were the one
who is waiting patiently for me
to disregard caution
to feign deafness to wisdom
could it be you were the one
who is waiting insanely for me
to bind your limbs stoutly
to feign deafness to protest
you ask unhurried by doom
the shot only bursts forth heat
bequeath a sigh if i would listen
you ask unhurried by love
could it be you were the one
who is waiting patiently for me
to stare blindly at forethought
to disregard caution
could it be you were the one
who is waiting insanely for me
to tweak your cheeks unsweetly
to insist on concession
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where does it hurt?
without fuss, set my finger there
to touch it touch it touch it touch it
93 pounds, fetish guilt
grip the swans neck
and twist it twist it twist it twist it
who there is, who is not bored by this fate?
discolored at the bite of a pear
cut love me
cut love me into your breast
crush a pastry into your breast
wipe your hole clean, lover's blood
to have learned nothing
stitch it stitch it stitch it stitch it
tell me you are bad, busy witch
passive as a toilet
eat it eat it eat it eat it
who there is, who is not bored by this flaw?
discolored by the bite of an ox
slit make me
slit make me into your breast
and crush an ashtray into your breast
oh Mouchette can you hear?
can you hear the axe fall?
Jesse, ah ah ah...
in lust you can hear the axe fall
OH!
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oh there is no right
there is no wrong
the way we live
there is only wrong
so radical
destroyed for nothing
and i don't care
i don't care anymore
remarkable
pulsating creature
into his calves
the poison flows
when it is wonderous
it makes us whole
force a hammer and a nail
through his skull
journey to the end of the night
am i alright
do i look alright?
a car has killed you
and your corpse
has de-discouraged us
to never never never never
look up the scorpion in our chests
cuts the word to scar
powerlessness
journey to the end of the night
am i alright
do i look alright?
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young runaway
upstanding man
the spring you seek is not for them
to stroke his cheek
and thus repair the error
of his creator
you always complain no one's good
well here you are let them see
tommy and dan
you can't hold hands
down your street
who cares you're gay
but it's your age
no friend oh
a wretched life to sit through
his sister cries "you'll go to hell"
you're unsure if he's legal
it's more
tommy and dan
you can't hold hands
down your street
who cares you're gay
but it's your age
no friend oh
tommy hits those apartments up
they cannot love anything
you hear a sign
is this what you meant
when you wrote your sister
a chance you take
is they derride your wicked heart
i'm by your side
they don't understand what you do
so what for nor do you
tommy and dan
you can't hold hands
down your street
who cares you're gay
but it's your age
no friend oh
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confess, tied to a stretcher
no longer animal
red white and blue, choking on peace
your suicide, his politics
nay misery
my country needs this freedom
to contradict your humanness
meow meow meow meow
la la
now we are safe
now we are safe
you'll never know how you've made us safe
and your son grows to kill us all
we say thank you complicity
your daughter grows to kill us all
and we say thanks to ease our shame
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Pressure pushing down on me
Pushing down on you - no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts some people on the streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on the people
People on the streets
Chippin' around
Kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
People on the streets
People on the streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher, higher, higher
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Insanity laughs under pressure - we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love?
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves un...
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Why would mother say such things?
Why add tongue to a kiss goodnight?
Force me to know The Want.
No one needs to know.
Be free.
Laugh at your son.
A child is nothing without hate.
Be certain he feels
his love is trash.
Be the premier to shriek out
"Hail Bigots!",
"Hang him",
"Hold me mommy,
Face down in your filth."
Why would you tell me how many times
that my father made you cream?
Rest now.
Be free'
Be free, be free, be free, be free, be free
A child is no one without pain.
As you pray, head down,
That I find a censurous love.
"Push me mommy,"
Eyes ablaze into hell
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If you say my dancing is effeminate
I will never dance again
And if you say my logic is irreversible
then things will always be the same
Master of the bump
and master of the hustle
But i not i'm not your
only sweetheart
And if you note
I'm smacking of a savagery
Know its essential to my masculinity
and if you say my dancing is effeminate
i will never dance again
Master of the bum
and master of the smurf
But i'm not your timeless one and only
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never had I seen a woman falling down
to the grass court
gingko across her face, yellowed by
a child and a boyfriend
calling so hard to its father, "bury me in the sawdust!"
deepen the dread, gotten rid of by this self immolation
AGAIN!
the dust that hides the sweetness of the pyre
feel you turn into tears and ashes inside my lungs
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Perseus holds the head of Medusa
oh what i would give to be her
my hands cannot hold steady
when you reach out to me
Jaimie boy oh if you could tell
would you ever be taken as i am
that i looked to you every night
you did not seem to notice
god had made your sweetheart wrong
born to suffer, born only to die
a dog will rut its way into harm
when one lets off the leash
to reveal what i once was
just for once, just for once
in this she is not unique
to have lied to a lover
if for want of a pure touch
to be common, to be seen as i am
salute your rage, a hammer
beat upon me, crumble me as powder
wipe me off of your uniform
it's the same blood that you loved
i don't think that you are a fool
but you cannot deny me as a woman
oh ensign, i was your woman
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foul deeds, indeed, do bring prosperity
we may not know our age, we just fought
the rifle is heavy beyond compassion
so new in destruction
your teeth will be forgotten
war for cricket children
place her foot on the log and chop it off
brown brown makes it light
your idea of dying is gone
your idea of killing is printed on the body
evil is with you all of the time
evil is with you all of the time
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of a life that's allotted to be yours
a trifle
oh take it from me
that tonight is closed
hot pepper hot pepper
hot pepper look at me i am alone
hot pepper hot pepper
i'm single i have no friends in my new city
hot pepper i'm alone
without dignity for you to consider
hot pepper hot pepper
look at me
to babble
too big for
your likes exposed
the idol grants you this lie that is ours
hot pepper hot pepper
hot pepper look at me i am alone
hot pepper hot pepper
no friends in my new city
hot pepper vanity
without consequence for you to trip over
hot pepper hot pepper
hot pepper hot pepper
look at me
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oh you could have been a diamond
a flicker in the campfire
but what shall you do now
nothing, nothing, you will do nothing
or you could've been the 13 of spades
destroyer of the jerk-off of hearts
well you know where should you go
nowhere nowhere, you won't be anywhere else
i am right, vigorous (oh yeah!!!)
you are wrong, pig-orous (oh yeah!!!)
holy F holy U holy CK
O-S-H-A-W-A
oh you could've been a Modoc
the last free indians in washington
500 or 600 girls like you
spilling their Percocet out on the lava flow
white nerd what have you learned?
white nerd you let us down
oh you could've more anti-yourself
so astoundingly unsilent
but make-up over your pimples
will blow us freshhhhhh away
la la la la la la
i am unwrong, vigorous (meow!!!)
you are unright, pig-orous (woof!!! woof!!!)
black nerd we let you down
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is this the first time
you've known regard?
two weeks not enough to unnotice
why are we like this?
cut at whats already cut
the littlest of stones
no one visits this
solitude and death for you,
gayle lynn
1948
unloved infant girl
the loneliest of graves for you,
gayle lynn
does your dadies grief
excuse the stain
that you have
as well watched we died [?]
terry and cathleen
1948
unloved infant
the loneliest of graves for you,
gayle lynn
the littlest of stones
no one visits this
solitude and death for you,
gayle lynn
hear this every day
keep them safe forever
youve heard this one before
keep them safe forever
you hear this all the time
please please look after them
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