Post by intentionallyleftblank on Sept 6, 2011 6:55:14 GMT -5
Snakes, Our Ground
I cannot think of anything to think about
I search the folds of my brain
I stretch myself towards my destination
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
See where the wind blows me
See where the earth throws me
See where the fire draws me
See where the water calls me
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the tree-twists and the gas
You watched me go insane
(They chased me down, they ate my insides out)
And you loved me just the same
(They chased me down, they ate my insides out)
And only I can tame
(They are burying me now, there is dirt in my dead mouth)
The growing beasts in my brain
Is this normal?
Where does this animal begin?
Is this normal?
What’s this running through my skin?
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the tree-twists and the gas
I melted and
Watched your mouth moving
The Thinnest of Maps
It's midday in the town
All the people drive around
With the cars that they afford
With the gold in their drawers
You need money to get you by
You need anything to get you high
You don't eat or sleep or talk
And you've been drinking around the clock
Pills and boats and suns
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Bays and grains of sand
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I found you in between
My skin and the sheets
Tonight I'm selling clothes
Tonight I'm coming home
Pills and boats and suns
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Bays and grains of sand
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
The thinnest
The thinnest
Pills and boats and suns
I'm selling clothes
I'm coming home
(What child here has crossed this road?)
And bays and grains of sand
You're selling clothes
I'm sailing home
(What rich girl as fucked for gold?)
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
Threads and vines and glass
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Pills and boats and suns
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
The Clearing
I woke in the snow with my face on the pavement
And icicles hanging off most of my clothes
Ten picket fences for ten perfect houses
With green little gardens lined up in a row
I walked past the gardens and into the trees
And I found myself rather lost
And I picked a nice clearing
I dropped to my knees
I said I will get home at any cost
But they found me in the snow
Icicles on all my clothes
Surrounded in the splinters
Of ten picket fences for ten perfect houses
They're shattered and scattered all across the road
I stand and I look at the wreckage around me
I whistle and turn
I start walking home
And it's back through the gardens
And through the same trees
To the clearing I passed out in before
And I threw up my hands to admit my defeat
When the chemicals erupted once more
And the clearing grew and began to bend
And all the sun light started pouring in
And you walked up
All bathed in light
And you stripped me naked
You held me tight
But they found me in the snow
Icicles on all my clothes
Surrounded in the splinters
Cowboy Mountain
We made our ways to the top
Our feet were pressed and worn out by the rocks
Mountain and moon and the creeping fog
We drummed on ourselves and watched
I want
I want this to be yours
I want
I want this to be yours
Swelling love for all of you
Swelling love for all of you
We went back the next night
Our apparitions were all present
And displayed in the light
They laughed at my body
And they flew in tight
And we made this their burial site
(Everybody!)
We want
We want this to be yours
We want
We want this to be yours
Swelling love for all of you
Swelling love for all of you
And the ghosts fall in behind me
Ghostly rows of ghostly feet
I'm in control and then seem to know
And we march ourselves back towards the street
Swelling love for all of you
Swelling love for all of you
Atoms Smash
The sequence found but pushed away
I’ll love nothing more
Drink plant eat drink, take my time
Drink plant eat drink, take my time
A stage set for the plague of primates
In the sky, on the wind, in the soil
I’m waiting for my cloud bank
To rain and rain and rain on the world
Atoms smash
Seeds hit ground
The craters birth new plants
They swallow my friends
A single seed crashes into me
I’m lifted by my trashing strings
What am I? What have I combined?
What am I? What have I combined?
I’m a spiral, I think quickly
I expand, my strings grow wings and hands
I expand, my strings grow wings and hands
I’m a spiral, I’m spiraling
Atoms smash
Seeds hit ground
The craters birth new plants
The scream and spiral towards deep-space dark mass
They swallow my friends
They swallow my friends
Stop!
This must be hell
A universe grows in my self
Oh, I will let it grow
It will stretch my strings
And in that pitch-black brightness, I become everything
Atoms smash
Seeds hit ground
The craters birth new plants
The scream and spiral towards
Deep space dark mass
They swallow my friends
They swallow my friends
Atoms smash
They swallow my friends
Atoms smash
They swallow all of them
I cannot think of anything to think about
I search the folds of my brain
I stretch myself towards my destination
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
See where the wind blows me
See where the earth throws me
See where the fire draws me
See where the water calls me
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the tree-twists and the gas
You watched me go insane
(They chased me down, they ate my insides out)
And you loved me just the same
(They chased me down, they ate my insides out)
And only I can tame
(They are burying me now, there is dirt in my dead mouth)
The growing beasts in my brain
Is this normal?
Where does this animal begin?
Is this normal?
What’s this running through my skin?
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the tree-twists and the gas
I melted and
Watched your mouth moving
The Thinnest of Maps
It's midday in the town
All the people drive around
With the cars that they afford
With the gold in their drawers
You need money to get you by
You need anything to get you high
You don't eat or sleep or talk
And you've been drinking around the clock
Pills and boats and suns
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Bays and grains of sand
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I found you in between
My skin and the sheets
Tonight I'm selling clothes
Tonight I'm coming home
Pills and boats and suns
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Bays and grains of sand
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
The thinnest
The thinnest
Pills and boats and suns
I'm selling clothes
I'm coming home
(What child here has crossed this road?)
And bays and grains of sand
You're selling clothes
I'm sailing home
(What rich girl as fucked for gold?)
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
The thinnest
The thinnest of maps
Threads and vines and glass
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Pills and boats and suns
You're selling clothes
I'm coming home
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
The Clearing
I woke in the snow with my face on the pavement
And icicles hanging off most of my clothes
Ten picket fences for ten perfect houses
With green little gardens lined up in a row
I walked past the gardens and into the trees
And I found myself rather lost
And I picked a nice clearing
I dropped to my knees
I said I will get home at any cost
But they found me in the snow
Icicles on all my clothes
Surrounded in the splinters
Of ten picket fences for ten perfect houses
They're shattered and scattered all across the road
I stand and I look at the wreckage around me
I whistle and turn
I start walking home
And it's back through the gardens
And through the same trees
To the clearing I passed out in before
And I threw up my hands to admit my defeat
When the chemicals erupted once more
And the clearing grew and began to bend
And all the sun light started pouring in
And you walked up
All bathed in light
And you stripped me naked
You held me tight
But they found me in the snow
Icicles on all my clothes
Surrounded in the splinters
Cowboy Mountain
We made our ways to the top
Our feet were pressed and worn out by the rocks
Mountain and moon and the creeping fog
We drummed on ourselves and watched
I want
I want this to be yours
I want
I want this to be yours
Swelling love for all of you
Swelling love for all of you
We went back the next night
Our apparitions were all present
And displayed in the light
They laughed at my body
And they flew in tight
And we made this their burial site
(Everybody!)
We want
We want this to be yours
We want
We want this to be yours
Swelling love for all of you
Swelling love for all of you
And the ghosts fall in behind me
Ghostly rows of ghostly feet
I'm in control and then seem to know
And we march ourselves back towards the street
Swelling love for all of you
Swelling love for all of you
Atoms Smash
The sequence found but pushed away
I’ll love nothing more
Drink plant eat drink, take my time
Drink plant eat drink, take my time
A stage set for the plague of primates
In the sky, on the wind, in the soil
I’m waiting for my cloud bank
To rain and rain and rain on the world
Atoms smash
Seeds hit ground
The craters birth new plants
They swallow my friends
A single seed crashes into me
I’m lifted by my trashing strings
What am I? What have I combined?
What am I? What have I combined?
I’m a spiral, I think quickly
I expand, my strings grow wings and hands
I expand, my strings grow wings and hands
I’m a spiral, I’m spiraling
Atoms smash
Seeds hit ground
The craters birth new plants
The scream and spiral towards deep-space dark mass
They swallow my friends
They swallow my friends
Stop!
This must be hell
A universe grows in my self
Oh, I will let it grow
It will stretch my strings
And in that pitch-black brightness, I become everything
Atoms smash
Seeds hit ground
The craters birth new plants
The scream and spiral towards
Deep space dark mass
They swallow my friends
They swallow my friends
Atoms smash
They swallow my friends
Atoms smash
They swallow all of them
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