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Anthropology
01:34
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You're cute
and I'm sad,
so the odds of me talking to you are low.
When you speak
I feel bad
thinking of all the parts of you I'll never know,
or maybe not so,
but tonight I'll just stare at my phone
while you stand in that corner,
content and alone.
Or maybe I'll just let it go,
and walk through this dense crowd of bros,
and ask you what it's like to study
anthropology.
Well, I guess we'll just have to see.
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2. |
Canadian Football
05:42
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You lay out the wilderness
while I stare down the evidence.
You reached out to grab my hand and I tore down the fatherland.
Tree lines fading all the time
from halos unprepared to climb.
They had me stutter out God's word,
but us, we read between the lines.
And is it shallow,
the things we've lost, the way we roam?
Perhaps we're hollow.
Well, that's just fine, we let it go.
Now I lay stagnant on the bed
while you light matches in your head.
We put them out, but truth be told, up here the water's always cold.
So, fill my pockets up with stones,
and we'll light fire to all we own.
I'll grab the knobs on sliding doors to rooms we've never been before.
And is it shallow,
the things we've lost, the way we roam?
Perhaps we're hollow.
Well, that's just fine, we let it go.
For all the callow bones we wasted;
for all the bite marks left to dry;
for all the skin impressed with white lines that they'd hide.
For all the rain outside the doorway;
for all the cigarettes inside;
for all the chemicals we couldn't help but try.
And is it shallow,
the things we've lost, the way we roam?
Perhaps we're hollow.
Well, that's just fine, we let it go.
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3. |
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We're all gonna die, this is true.
It's true for me and it's true for you,
but we could live a little longer if we put our minds to it.
The light rail runs from five to eleven.
I'll have your daughter home by seven.
If I play my cards right we'll get real high and ride the lightning,
but we can't ride all night.
The city needs the money from the DUIs
and the cameras they put on the freeway to catch us speeding.
April 1st 2002:
I was riding my bike to school,
and I was hit by a Chevrolet,
but no one believed me,
it was April Fools' Day.
December 25th, 2008
at 3:25am:
I am standing in the middle of a room full of sleeping men.
How did I get here?
I deserve to be loved.
How did I get here?
What made me need this money so much?
Who knows where we go when we die?
Who cares, I'm just glad to be alive.
Who knows where we go when we die?
Who cares, I'm just glad to be alive.
Who cares, I'm just glad to be alive.
Who cares, I'm just glad to be alive.
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4. |
Power Nap Rangers
05:09
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Sing me to sleep,
crawl past the dreams,
right to the marrow and sinew I hid underneath.
And my teeth,
falling from me, bloodied and free:
desperate for hunger and bitter for all they've not been.
And this body stares up at me
waiting to see
what tarot I'll deal after all that I've swallowed and seen.
But she says I just wanna be clean,
so I'll scrub till I bleed,
and choke out the phlegm in my throat from the smoke we both eat.
But I wake up and lift my own head.
Because I've been unconscious for days.
I can't be awake.
I fed my left side to the beasts of the wild and the strays.
Because you said hold on to this:
a kick to the wrist,
a fist to the face as the salty red liquid is quickly displaced.
Because the Bible just taught you to hate
the fucked up ideals
you left in your brain as you bite down on faith that you'll never quite taste.
I'll scream "Sorry it ended this way,"
but I'm not that sorry.
I'll watch my body, the blank stare I left on my face.
But today I won't get out of bed.
Slept for a week, just let it be.
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5. |
'You are?'
04:01
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We both climbed to the top,
but we're afraid of heights.
I feel like climbing is worse
when the bottom's in sight.
Don't let go.
Your palms are sweaty.
We both know
this ladder's heavy.
We smash lightbulbs like ice;
glass scattered on the ground.
You dreamed murder last night,
but I still need you around.
We made this home
away from home.
Untie your knots
and cut your ropes.
We both climbed to the top,
but we're afraid of heights.
I feel like climbing is worse
when the bottom's in sight.
Don't let go.
Your palms are sweaty.
We both know
this ladder's heavy.
Because I was made to let you down.
No, I was made to lift you out.
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6. |
Northcountry
03:46
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Yea, the bark learned to grow higher up on the trees.
Couldn't stand to hear me yelling at the birds and the bees.
But the branches came around, tried to calm me down,
but I scratched and kicked until I was free.
I was lost in the forest with my hands growing cold.
I couldn't feel my brain under all of that snow,
and the wind felt warm as I froze.
Yea, the wind felt warm as I froze.
I listened to her scream in different prose and different verse,
singing me to sleep, soft enough it didn't hurt.
Like a prick on my arm, yea, she smiled, said "Come along,"
so I yelled and ran until my legs didn't work.
Civilization, why did you bury me?
And constant stimulation: repeat, repeat, repeat.
It's neverending.
It's neverending.
What did Mercedes say to make me buy her cars?
Yea, she told me I'm a sellout, said you'll learn to love sports bars.
So, buy your Tracy Chapman because you won't get far.
Between here and the woods the road's got pothole and scars.
So, relax and lay back.
Take a load of those knees.
No one will know you're gone, not even the birds and the bees.
Said, "Don't worry, just listen.
Take your pills and remedies.
Forget about the road, the wind, the bark, and the trees."
But I want to remember.
Oh, I just want more.
I want to travel from the desert
to the western shore.
I want to see lions and elephants.
I want to drop from the sky.
I want to live out of tents.
I want to see love.
I want to see war.
I want to see hunger.
Oh, I just want more.
I want to feel the wind on the back of my eye.
I wan to hear the leaves whistle.
I want to watch the snow cry.
I want to watch the grass grow.
I want to plant my own seeds.
I want to go home.
I miss the birds and the bees. / I miss the Northcountry.
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7. |
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There are five delightful flavors in a lifesaver roll.
Yea, my grandma used to say I've got a sentimental skull.
Well, my grandma was a waitress,
my mom was a waitress,
and I am a waitress, too.
Yea, your daddy was a cop who punched you right in the head.
You said, "Fuck you, dad. I hate you."
and that's just what you meant.
Well, your dad was a cop,
I bet his dad was cop,
oh, but you're no cop, you see.
Yea, to me you are the Great Wall of China.
Yea, to me you are the Golden Gates of Hell.
Yea, to me you are are college camping trips and hockey.
To me you are all the lies that you tell.
Well, it's true that I still love you.
For how long, I never could tell.
But our lives are the same, both in shape and in length,
for when you die, I will die as well.
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8. |
29, 31
03:08
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October 29th:
I woke up this way again,
with my eyes in the tiles and my teeth hooked in the carpet.
My mouth was warm and dry;
my crow's feet were cold and feet.
I've got elephant ears, but what I hear I can't forget.
Oh, but I wouldn't read into it.
Oh, but I wouldn't read into it.
December 31st:
when you should have hung up on me.
I was watching the ball drop drunk and half asleep.
I remember that New Year Charlie Brown came on TV,
and I iced up the tub until I couldn't feel my feet.
Oh, but you didn't believe me.
Oh, but you didn't believe me.
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9. |
Squid Understanding
05:44
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You're a drive-by shooting in a quiet place.
You're a loved pet in a shallow grave.
There were children playing in busy streets,
but you insisted on following me.
I am my sister drying out on the lawn.
I am the palms of my father burned raw.
I am the stones that all my grandfathers gave,
but you are my mother's voice calling my name.
I bury boxsprings in the back of the yard.
I sleep in tunnels when the floors are too hard.
I left my favorite jacket on your bedroom floor,
and you couldn't help but to tear through the drawers.
You dream in day-glo from the rear of the car.
You climb trees just to stare at the stars.
You stood in silence as it started to rain,
but I still remember the taste of your name.
Have I told you how it sounded when my father used to say,
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
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