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Molly N' Stew
03:16
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Longing Love Lounge
03:53
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LONGING LOVE LOUNGE
You’re looking down at my hand, I’m looking down your sleeve; for those words left floating that are now mere memories. They say timing isn’t everything as long as you can forget the clock, and fanged flyers are never as scary without their flock. But the scent always remains the same, as all the cozy night dreams in their beds lay.
I was never one who could abide by my own will imposed, and you have never been afraid to share what everyone knows. But now the unspoken world is sprawling out of it’s gentle bed; sweetly slipped thoughts become wimpered words instead. I’ll cut the line and plunge tastefully. No more bursting hearts discarded wastefully. Look into my eyes and one last embrace.
Let longing love lounge as deserted desires only disgrace.
Let longing love lounge as deserted desires only disgrace.
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Sometimes I Laugh To Cry
06:10
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SOMETIMES I LAUGH TO CRY
I went to the doctor man. I said, “Show me all that you feel you can’t command”. He said, “Son, there ain’t much to tell”.
I went to the money maker. I said, ”Tell me, how does that money make you”. He said, “To be honest, I ain’t doin’ that well. I ain’t doin’ that well”.
I wrote a letter to the poet’s pen. I asked all the questions of which I don’t understand. She said, “Truth can be found between the inside of your eyes and the outside of your lies”.
I sang a song to the lover’s laugh. I asked, “How do you feel to know I’m not comin’ back?” She said, “Sometimes I laugh to laugh, and sometimes I laugh to cry. Sometimes I laugh to cry.”
I stood in the front of the mirror and looked into my own eyes. I said, “What in the hell makes you think you are so wise? Sometimes your own thoughts don’t come in your own size.”
But my grin told me more than I ever knew. The only person you ever need to believe in is you, and though sometimes your words may seem false, sometimes so does the truth.
Sometimes so does the truth.
Sometimes so do you.
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A Lover's Duel
04:52
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A LOVER'S DUEL
I told you that I loved you, one million times. I told you that I loved you and you said I must be out of my mind. You said I must be out of my mind.
You said, "Maybe you’re just crazy", i said, "Maybe I am". You said, "Please, please don’t ever you leave me". I said, "I would, when I can". I said I would, when I can. I said I would, if I even can.
We played love like a carnival game, and now is when you shoot the apple off my head. “Trust me my love,” you proclaimed. “And put the sheet over your eyes,” you said. “Trust me my love, and put the goddamn sheet over your head”. As a lover’s duel is nothing without one lover dead.
A lover’s duel is nothing, without one lover dead.
So, I carved your name, Elizabeth, so deeply down into my skin. A final act of declaration with no regards to who wins or knows. But now I am leaving, maybe you’ll realize you have to go. Maybe you’ll realize you have to go.
(Maybe I’m just too lazy to go crazy anymore. Maybe I’m just too lazy to go crazy anymore. Maybe I’m just too lazy to go crazy anymore.)
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5. |
Lower Down Than Before
01:36
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6. |
Greens And Cornbread
04:24
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GREENS AND CORNBREAD
So I walked to your best friend’s backporch in the rain tonight; it was black as death. I used to never be afraid of the night. So I knocked on the door: one time, then once once more, and my mind flew with only the thought of you as our tongues entwined.
So you floated in my dreams just when I thought I was healed. Some say greens and cornbread, I say guilt’s the most filling meal. So I knocked on the door: one time, then once once more, and I couldn’t sleep, touching your best friend’s feet, now I don’t pray, I kneel.
So I made my own piece of art out in the back, under the moon. It sprung from inspiration, though I did wonder if you’d approve. So I knocked on the door: one time, then once once more, and there I paced, with all love erased, and there I finally grew.
So you floated in my dreams just when I thought I was healed. Some say greens and cornbread, I say guilt’s the most filling meal. Some say greens and cornbread, I say guilt’s the most filling meal.
Some say greens and cornbread, I say guilt’s the most filling meal.
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7. |
I Stayed Up All Week
05:12
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I STAYED UP ALL WEEK
I stayed up all night just to hear the click of the door as you walked in; I felt like a fat man (full of love) made thin.
I stayed up all night just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet.
Because you said, “Alot has happened since I’ve last labored your eyes”.
Yeah, you said, “Though, it is quite nice to see you too”.
I stayed up all week just to hear what your verdict said; I felt like a fresh bouquet of flowers stalling their impending death.
I stayed up all week just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet.
Because you said, “Maybe our time has passed”.
Yeah, you said, “Or maybe, just maybe, we could make it last”.
I stayed up all night just to watch the moon undress; I felt like a dictaphone trying to remember all the words you said.
I stayed up all night just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet.
Because you said I need to shower first.
Yeah, you said, “Questions are good, because now I’m sure”.
Yeah, you fell into my exhausted arms.
Yeah, you never once felt so warm -- as you do tonight.
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BRIGHT, BRIGHT, BRIGHT YELLOW
Our pardon was granted, and you devilishly say we can never just go back to who we were. All these seeds we planted, come crawling down like our laughter is the rain, but our quiet is the goddamn floor. But, we, we will never let the water seep through the cracks, like it’s just the blue, blue sky that we’ve always lacked. Yes, we, we would never trade our syntax just for a couple of laughs.
But, why, then why did you turn to those perilous skies, and let our eyes burn?
Chariots of green, I thought would ease my search, could ease my spleen. But they turned obscene, as they finally wheeled away my nerves to find the meaning. But, time, time will never tame my soul, as my will is composed of wheels only made to roll. Yes, time, time silently stares as I move on by, moments of hope only now seen as white.
But, why, then why did I turn to those perilous skies, and let our eyes burn?
There are things we will never know, and times of bright, bright, bright yellow.
Times where we’ve tried to grow, and only stubbed our thumbs.
Cataracts we didn’t know, and the sun of bright, bright, bright yellow.
To drench our skin, and to wrestle our fate, and clearly demonstrate all that can go wrong.
Cover all your eyes today, and all the color will be washed away.
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9. |
The Spiral Song
04:49
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THE SPIRAL SONG
Don’t you say a word, because all your have-nots just have me wanting more. Don’t you dare make a sound, because maybe if we were to leave in this silence then at least we can think it was profound, and not just another awkward moment that is slowly spiraling down.
I’ll forgive you that mistake. It’s just another one you promised you wouldn’t make. I’ll give you back your pain. It wasn’t quite my size as it was oozing out your lies, which you promised you would refrain. So, go ahead and try to keep them outside your world, but you should know, they’ll be back again.
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10. |
The Taste
05:48
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THE TASTE
Don’t you forget my face; my eyes so frail, faded black into space. Overt your eyes, seceding is just another form of compromise. You can forget the bite but you can’t forget the taste.
And now cradled in your womb, my hair lightly touching your neck, I won’t let go, I don’t give in. Melancholy moments rest underneath, below the covers, below both of our feet. I want you to know, I can’t forget, I could lay here forever; I like the taste of your sweat.
I passed you as the pride of man. I came with glowing eyes, I don’t understand. Bite my skin, cower underneath my touch, as exhonorated moments never amount to much.
And now cradled in your womb, my arms sprawled across your breasts. Lost in the undertow, I forget how to swim. Melancholy moments rest underneath, below the waves, below both of our feet. I want you to know, I can’t forget, I could lay here forever; I like the taste of your sweat.
I like the taste of your sweat as it is cascading down your neck. I like the taste of your sweat as it is streaming down my neck. I like the taste of your sweat as it is cascading down my neck. I like the taste of your sweat as it is streaming down your neck.
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WOW (OR DRUNK IN A BAR AT 6:30 ON A TUESDAY)
Exited from my intoxicated moment I reflect back and see all the moments, and the exits. I gasped and grasped around to catch it before, to pretend my pretend situation was, in fact, pretended. But it has never really been that elementary since elementary school.
I lost it on my voyage from picking my nose to wondering if someone knows. And, now, I am back at picking my nose again. I think I like it, though, to exist apart and within. To carve out my solitary moment on the skin of a beautiful, bustling, rustling, hustling hootenanny full of sin. Attempting to weave underneath your arms and place the nape of my neck on the crook of everyone’s shoulders; pleading,
“Hold me, hold me, hold me...make me whole”.
I drift again, and forget for a second, and there I am within my imaginary moments looking for imaginary moments. Somewhere in that fickle belly though I find what sustains me, what wipes out the stains in me. The times where I morph into the muttering, mistaken madman on the street and love it. Where my pen hits my pad with so much passion that my hand cramps from all of the love above it.
In an hour, though, I’ll sigh, thinking I lost myself because my soul got so high. I’ll leave my normal existence for these formal pricks and pens; thinking that I was crazy then, while all the while praying that I am crazy now. Trying to lose myself and forget the presence of the present somehow.
Weaving in and out of my knots of rope swings, while only hoping to multiply the moments where my mind goes blank, my body swells, and all I could think to mumble is “Wow”.
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12. |
Chocolate Lemonade
04:25
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CHOCOLATE LEMONADE
Walked through our house again, after midnight, feels like nothing’s gonna change. I grabbed your armor from our famous pillow fight, and there I was, once again. Where we shuffled on the floor, the lords of our domain which remains no more; at least our dreamer’s life is never poor. Tackled my knees just to prove gravity, and then I came all tumbling down. But it’s hard to compete, when your smile looks so sweet, and when your enemy is the spoils you found.
Walked through our house again, after midnight, and for the first time it looked so strange. Thought back to our dinner party and what was supposed to be a calm night, I don’t know why when your mother left, she looked so strained. But I guess that’s when it was proven about red, red, red wine, the space it takes frees all the thoughts in the back of your mind. I didn’t think she would leave. I thought she knew she was stingy, because you made mention of it all of the time.
Walked through our house again, after midnight, realizing all we’ve gained. Your preference for candy corn, though toeing the line, is nothing like my chocolate lemonade.
Your preference for candy corn, though toeing the line, is nothing like my chocolate lemonade.
Walked through your house again, after midnight, nothing’s ever gonna be the same. Walked through your house again, after midnight, nothing’s ever gonna be the same. Walked through your house again, after midnight, nothing’s ever gonna be the same.
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il gato Gainesville, Florida
IL GATO is a folk-rock band from Gainesville, Florida who had their start in San Francisco, California. Their newest album is titled "Tongues & Teeth".
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