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Mechanical Hands
03:40
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I've got mechanical hands
I have been using them to build a fire
All the bones and the bolts and the sweat up in smoke with the wires
I've been away from my mom
I have been using the angels to call her
From the skulls on the edge of the brains to the dust on the water
I've got a memory of hospital bills
With the blood soaking pages, obscuring the numbers
And a vague premonition you’ll feel what you faked
You can ink what you say, but you want what you take
Oh I've got mechanical eyes
There is a fear of waking up in the night
I've got a fantasy of a disease
As a key, to the key, to the key, to the center
Of the meat from a mind you could put on a plate
You can ink what you say but you want what you take
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The Countess Calls
03:38
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Cake and wine
The breath
In the corners of hungry throats.
Rake the sky
The edge
Carves the wounds in a limping ghost
Moving almost.
Through the cold height of walls
One and the same
The countess calls
Always in vain
"Count them up and wheel it down"
"Count them up and wheel it down"...
Charge the boat
The waves
In the ears of that empty summer
Swim the moat
The breath
Eaching clumsily through the numbers
Moving almost.
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Left
01:58
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The wind it was rising / Your tone how it changed / The trees took their leaves off / The clouds rearranged / And somewhere beneath them I cried out in pain / "My heart is a mountain, my heart stays the same"
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Bones in the Backyard
01:18
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Like the end of the start / Bones in the backyard / There's a cre[a/e]k in the dark / Bones in the backyard / There's a hydra hiding / Why don't you come by tonight / You can sneak in the side door / I've been a little afraid / To put on a white dress.
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Broke the Plate
04:11
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I know it's wrong to be a person, with a person's hands
I know it's wrong to be a person, with a person's hands
To take up space, to displace sand in the hourglass
I know it's wrong to be a person, with a person's hands
I know it's wrong to be a person, with a person's hands
When I broke the plate
We both knew I had made
An unforgivable mistake
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Prisoner
02:19
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When I was taken prisoner / by my own sinews and my own veins / which wove themselves into a net / such that I could not decipher / where i ended and the world began / I dragged my cup over the bars, my love / but no one was there to hear me / at least that's what my body told me / are you here to disabuse me? / iron ring of twinkling keys? / When I was taken prisoner / by my own sinews and my own veins / which wove themselves into a net / such that I could not decipher / where I ended.
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My love is an all-consuming fire
Swallowing all of your branches
in mouths wide with desire
Do you think we should recruit shiny firetrucks to slow it down?
I tend to think the apples are falling regardless, and all of them down
When the flames curl up our spines
My love is an all-consuming fire
Tearing its way up the hedges
and swimming through the wires
Do you think we should trek up from the lake with a pail full of fears?
I'm of the belief our hands will forget our intentions and disappear
When the flames curl up our spines
And the voice that burns is mine
The voice that burns is mine
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