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Burning City Gasoline
04:48
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hang me out on a clothing line
cut me open tell me what you find
my warm muscles my bones my spine
none of those are really mine
burning city gasoline
to feed a fire blazing memory
I'm running with the bulls
the matathon it drowns
way behind the starting line
I'm melting in a city swamp
a fly could grab my feet
and drag me off a cliff
if I don't get the fire in me
to burn down these mirror cages
lining up the street
scratching out my eyes
turning forward big levers
that move my limbs and churn me through
this aching temperament
there's really no escape
except inside and I've been down there
It's just squacking rats and boiling sludge
bite my tongue I know you will
eat it raw send me the bill
you're the knife and I'm your fill
sittin' pretty waiting for the kill
burning city gasoline
to feed a fire blazing memory
my foxhole is a mess
it's smoke wafts to the street
and creeps into the sidewalk cracks
as I starve here inside a glass jar
breathing in this dirt
wandering the mall
without a penny to my name
I steal a taste of fountain water
this can't be the place
I must be in a gap
a cloud of dust that's all my own
and when I walk it moves around me
Babylon is drowned
beneath a pool of mud
a lightning bolt strikes down my foxhole
all my shit is loose among the world
take a spot in the swarming hive
tumble forward try and stay alive
this is hardly getting by
walking 'round feeling three feet high
burning city gasoline
to feed a fire blazing memory
eating garbage looking clean
under a slow eruption so serene
the hammer strikes down everything
and I don't have a mind to shout or sing
burning city gasoline
to feed a fire blazing memory
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2. |
Trouble Must Love Me
05:16
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I've been fuming all this week
because my roommate's cat climbed on my bed and peed
he waited in the morning 'til I was at work
I swear I could have gone and squashed the little jerk
but when he brushes his ears up on my knee
and digs his head into my lap while I watch TV
it's like a lighter held up to my sugar heart
I try to hold my ground but I just fall apart
hearing little sparks that whisper roughly
drawn to something bleeding in my hands
flaming up the moment I go hungry
trouble must love me
it was quiet i was feeling calm
when a clump of bees flew right into my palm
and I felt every sting like searing drops of rain
I said to myself "this is necessary pain"
and like winds of greed they charge
all the money I saved up to live at large
so now I'm stung by crimes that will not go away
inside this building swarm is where I'm gonna stay
moving all the time to stay above me
sinking all my steps like in a dream
a quiet ghost forever in front of me
trouble must love me
requited by a fear that I am nothing
fast asleep and trampled on the stairs
it hugs me so tight my backbone is crumbling
trouble must love me
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Claude Dillinger
sleeping like a sky without a bird
clean like a cat
sleeping when he heard a crawling rat
and so he woke up
and he switched on a light
he saw the rodent staring
like a star in the night
Claude jumped to chase it
running out of his door
and down the stairs they all
were on his basement floor
just like a ghost
a presence that was
felt inside his home
but never close
to calming down the
nerve of his shadow
he saw the grave
in which he wanted to drown
and haunt the waters
of a flowing burial ground
sinking in the crawling
to feel light
Claude ran upstairs
frightened by the sight and unprepared
to face those rats
all swirling like a whirlpool so he sat
up in his kitchen
and he heard that the squeels
grew louder in his mind
until he knew it was real
that more and more
were joining up in the swell
they wanted Claude to join him
and they called to his soul
just like a ghost
a presence that was
felt inside his home
becoming close
to calming down the
nerve of his shadow
he saw the grave
in which he wanted to drown
and haunt the waters
of a flowing burial ground
sinking in the crawling
to feel light
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4. |
Storm of Knives
03:20
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I woke up in a storm of knives
throwing themselves through my skies
there's not enough coffee in the world
this morning's foggy and I'm maybe sure
the word you're looking for is lost
so quiet but you've always talked
in spite of what you have to say
3:28 and I'm awake in bed
pulling tangles in my jead
I've lost a marble tongue today
God make me never sleep again
humid smoke drips from my cold skin
a race against a ghost I'll never win
there's not enough guts in me to try
and break this sonic ground that makes me cry
you can't remember where you put yourself
are you behaving like someone else
sleeping might be free but dreaming isn't cheap
I've had some dreams that no one will find out
I still don't know what they're about
let's call it quits and go to sleep
I hope I never dream again
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5. |
I Think I'd Rather Cry
03:33
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Eric Wallgren Chicago, Illinois
noise pop/electronic singer-songwriter \\\\\
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