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here in penny land there is no sand
no planes or trains no boats or ceiling fans
no people to form a band
but my banjo comes in handy when penny land gets so
lonely from time to time
but still i’m glad im not on a dime
cuz the color of copper makes me scream with glee
after all there’s no place i’d rather be
on the face of a penny from 83
there’s a itty bitty house no one can see
at the tip of the nose of honest abe
there’s a tiny boy girl and she is he is me
well she drives a copper car and he goes real far
to the tail side cuz there’s room to park
and he works her shiny job at the lincoln memorial
making copper smoothies til his belly’s full
i’m a boy girl in a copper world
you’re a boy girl boy boy girl girl
no boy girl boy no girl
we all just girl girl boy girl girl
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ms. mayor
03:02
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plea for a dogman
03:45
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i feel i’m laying upon a plush bed of flowers when i feel your power take control of me
i could be your toy for hours matter fact i think about it in the shower choking on the steam
let the next episode play we won’t be watching anyway
ive been aching to be pushed around like this all god damn day
so grab me by the throat and take this stupid lustful haze away
you’re a dog man let me be your prey
i’m a little bunny won’t you look at me
i could bring you honey be your bumble bee
i know i look funny please just hear my plea
ill let you do anything you want to me
getting hot and heavy all alone and so i grab my phone and test you asking if you want to meet
find the fastest speedcore song i know and so i’ll send it over and i’ll beg for you to fuck me to the beat
throw me on the bed i promise i’m not going anywhere
tonight i’m meeting god i swear with shaking fistfuls of your hair
and when i see him i’ll stick out my hand and say man put her there
you made an angel
i can’t help but stare
i could be your bunny tangled in your sheets
wont you put it in me i wanna feel your heat
this music is so funky and you look so sweet
oh i’ll let you do anything you want to me
i’m a little bunny won’t you look at me
i could bring you honey be your bumble bee
i know i look funny please just hear my plea
ill let you do anything you want to me
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4. |
satan is my friend
02:44
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look below
the depths of everything you know
just pull it all apart and see
there’s nothing more to be
than yourself but you’re still going to hell
satans got your back
in the body of the big man up stairs
even if he ever really cared
he kicked your chair out from you
when you tied the rope around your neck
and you begged him
but satan’s got your back
wars will rage, starving by wage theft
don’t let the good ol boys corrupt your communist mindset
death to greed and so we bleed for what’s
right
just fight
til we die
in the name of satan
so
tell me now
which side do you wanna chose
the one who pulled the noose or the goat man who freed you
from an unfulfilling life of protestant expectations
when in the end we’re all bound for eternal damnation
and i have nothing more left to say
but you can pick any day
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close your eyes, then!
03:10
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good lady
01:35
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every sunday as i step into the holy house of god
i find a flickering fire deep inside my belly as the choir
sings i know my fate and how i urge the coming date
oh kingdom come
oh may the children play and may no harm come to them and
may the bears and foxes sneak right past my chicken pen
and as i lay my head to sleep oh lord my soul is yours to keep
in your light above
though i sometimes fear the beast will find me
drain me of my purity i recall conversations i’ve had with angels and ms mary
and i know that your glow will save me
i shall not retreat or taste defeat i shall
not succumb i know the fruit my body comes from
when it finally comes my turn to meet the end you’ll see
in the eyes of god i’m surely a good lady as i
do not swear and hide my hair from men who may try to tempt me
all the scripture i’ve read down by the old willow tree
im a
good lady good lady
pure lady
righteous and a true lady
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7. |
winona window
03:54
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i could turn your rags to riches
turn your hunger pains to fishes
mamas serving four courses tonight
my dear brother no longer views me as a parasite
they knew i was lying
riches point to thieves
all the cabs im driving
gold coins turn to grief
before i lose every thing i own
beaten up my blood will paint the snow
i want to show how far by love can go
though i have nothing i’ll preserve your glow
no longer eating grapes in the winter
i assure you dear you won’t be growing thinner
all that’s mine first is yours to take
not to give you all i have would be my gravest mistake
winona window
look out your window
ill build a window
look out your window
i build your window
knee deep in the snow
wherever we go
etc
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molly
02:47
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i guess that i should be just more like molly
let my journeys find me, make my coffee unsweet
cause when your life is full of maps and boundaries
thrill is taken out of everything
oh i should just be more like molly
and she don’t know where she wanna go
but she sure hopes and prays to god it doesn’t snow
cuz the pressure in her tires is always low
where the gauge i let her borrow went o she don’t know
but she really really really needs to get away
from baltimore so randomly she’s absent every other day
she’ll climb the tallest hills in west virginia come back down and say
when i die eternally upon that hill is where i’ll lay
i don’t want to stay at bay inside the city please oh surround me with pretty pretty
bovines fine wines
wildflowers bees bugs weeds and grains
before i start to go insane
and fulfill my duty as a woman
o i wanna b jus like molly
don’t know if i could
be a bit more like molly
dead into the morning
but she keeps on going
for when she sleeps she doesn’t even get a wink
runs only on caffeinated drinks
i don’t know if i could be molly
i wish that i could be just more like molly
find myself just drowning in corduroy to my feet
cuz she’s got twigs entangled in her curly hair
woven kittens plastered everywhere
oh i wish i could be like molly
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marry me tomorrow
02:12
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if i marry you tomorrow will you take me straight to bed
gently place my head
on your feather down heart
if you marry me tomorrow and we become newly weds
i’ll kiss you on your head
every day until we’re dead
cause the good lord said so
well dance this holy monogamous tango
i’m your property and you’re my provider
till we’re both eternally tired
so every night i’ll set the table and we’ll
bless our daily bread
oh i’ll make sure you’re fed
and stay well rested
drawing and erasing curtains for the light that will be shed
into our little nestly domicile
until i find you to be vile
and realize i don’t want to bear your child
let you hit me in the name of His gile
and drink until i’m covered in bile
and when you come home in the evening
you can take me to the shed
pump me full of lead
kiss the walls with red
when you realize what you’ve done you’ll stick the barrel to your head
and blow one last kiss for me
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one by one
04:36
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i’ll leash up the dogs and take them outside one by one
i’ll fumble with the buttons up my shirt now one by one
i’ll behead the bunnies in my basement one by one
i’ll prepare their bodies for my dinner one by one
i’ll return my overdue books one by one by one
i will say goodnight to my friends one by one by one
i will flip my eggs perfectly one by one by one
i’ll conquer the days of the week one by one by one
i will count my prayers one by one by one by one
i will punch in punch out one by one by one by one
i’ll blow out the candles one by one by one by one
i’ll save up my pennies one by one by one by one
the ants go marching one by one by one by one by one
i count the train cars one by one by one by one by one
i flip the pages one by one by one by one by one
i kiss your freckles one by one by one by one by one
the seconds one by one by one by one by one by one
the minutes one by one by one by one by one by one
the hours one by one by one by one by one by one
the decades one by one by one by one by one by one
oh one by one by one by one by one by one by one
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615 jasper st
03:36
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fibers of my old rug
tangled with a mess of melted candle wax
and im not responsible
for i keep my matches in a coat by
my front door
keep your core together
ill keep all my essential essences
oh god, whats happening to me
my veins have started unravelling
instead of the faint maps that travelled through my wrists
that taught me how to stop dragging my feet and
who held me when i was pried open like a leg from a crab
now there is nothing
but space for tombs
for brand new transit systems
and oh babe, it aint no lie
just bury me out by the tracks
so i can hear old number 9
as she goes rolling by
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12. |
11pm by the hudson river
02:59
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vestapilled
04:05
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14. |
g
02:12
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patrick
01:55
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will patrick be at work tomorrow
please tell me it’s so
if patrick won’t be there tomorrow
i don’t wanna go
oh i love my curly haired puppy dog best friend
get up in the morning hauling ass to go see him
if patrick ain’t even there tomorrow
i don’t wanna go
nobody in the world will greet me so lovely like my patrick does
i love him and he’s crazy bout me
we’re the best of buds
when it’s time to take a nap
he jumps right into my lap
and we start to drift away
just dream away the day
nobody in the world could even ever never know me
like my patrick does
who’s the best boy in the whole wide world
oh his name is patrick
cutest little nose and floppy woppy ears with curly hair so thick
and the reason i get up
is to go and see my pup
when i’m having a bad day
patty makes it all okay
if patrick won’t be there tomorrow
i don’t wanna go
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blue
05:06
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what is there to do if you’re under the age of 31 and starting a family with your high school sweetheart
i’ve wandered those streets all my life and cant find anything but transphobes who use my dead name as a paper board for darts
smith street diner closed down and they took out your house too ive watched everything that matters at all in this town just fall apart
a grim history of bigotry and massacre but they still consider it a hub for high culture and the performing arts
i don’t want to go home to greensboro ever again
i don’t want to go home to greensboro
ever again
i had nothing to gain
but twenty years of pain
i fully went insane
the triad is so fucking lame
and so i changed my name
gathered all my things
and then i took the train up north
never to return again
if i have to go back i’ll paint the fucking wall with my own brain no
i don’t want to go home to greensboro ever again
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18. |
fumbled winter
03:38
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under assault of summertime
will you wait
for me
the sweet kiss of springtime
will you wait
for mine
seasons are barriers and times
will get scarier
but wait i’ll wait
while i smother all sounds of life
i’ll amplify u
and i’ll justify you
your hairs silvering so pretty
and my white coat for you
will hold you through
the bitter gnashing of
teeth so cold
will it frighten you
can we make it through
and over the pond my layers so close to gone
will we crack right through
your lips turning blue
though your heat my harm me
your presence so warming
oh permafrost love so solidified
let’s wait here for wt least a little while
and when the daisies start to bloom
well push them from our icy tomb oh
before god melts me before i’m daisies
please kiss me and tell me i’m your winter baby
the days will get longer but i won’t get stronger
you know i’ll die again in the springtime
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19. |
no other
03:32
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20. |
field mouse rave
03:08
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22. |
happy birthday kimchi
01:24
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23. |
eleven eleven
04:03
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it was november of 1999
holy water swallowed me whole twice
yes twice i was baptized
but i’ve always been an abomination
don’t pay attention to the annotations
i focus on the core that will remained stationed
forever stoic and unchanging
and now i’m turning 23
the years have slipped away from me
i have to pummel stone my feet
and brush my cigarette stained teeth
feed and water my kimchi
she’s all ive got that’s close to me
go to work and never sleep
i’ve got to go bring home the green
the world is collapsing around me
and not a second left to think
now that i’m okay with living
can’t stand still in rising seas
cuz i never got my degree
but how important could that be
not one gyno have i seen
but how important could that be
i never got my degree how important could that be x4
say what you mean mean what you say
and he will thank you
i’m not that great i’m just okay
and i’ll stay that way
at the end of the tunnel there’s a brick wall waiting for me
so dish out the saucers and clean da grout
it’s almost time for tea
cause every year on eleven eleven
i get six feet closer to the heaven
i have rejected all my devil given life
i never ever thought by this point i’d still be alive
so i take what i can of every honey suckle drop
the pleasures come and go you know the pain will never stop
cause you know if it’s eleven eleven
here comes your face off with god
cause every year on eleven eleven
uncomfortably nearing even closer to the heaven that
holding me close satan warmly warned about
if i ever come face to face with god i will cry and shout
hell take the sangre out of me oh every fucking drop
the pleasures come and go he knows the pain will never stop
cause you know if it’s eleven eleven
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