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Pre-Law Song (mac mic)
01:50
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my legal studies take precedence [sic]
over your entanglements with the law
i am not your lawyer, i'm not a lawyer at all
i'm just a student trying to make sense of it all
everything i do, i do to impress you
every mouse i kill, i bring home to you
okay, fine, alright,
selling weed is not the way to go
if you play your cards right
you'll make a big haul selling Adderall
okay now let's cut the crap
come over here and touch me
everything i do, i do to impress you
every mouse i kill, i bring home to you
everything i do, i do to impress you
every mouse i kill, i bring home to you
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meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there meet met there meet me anywhere
i can't stand it here
give me sunlight, give me tall mountains
give me eucalyptus floating on the soft warm breeze
give me another hit
i'll do anything for it
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there meet met there meet me anywhere
the moon is out tonight
like a pale reminder bringing us to size
shining down on us from the sky
taking water from the ocean
and light from our eyes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there meet met there meet me anywhere
all my friends hate themselves
but i love them more than anyone else
i guess it's easy for people like them
to give me more than i want in return
whatever distance comes into our lives
we'll be together in the roadhouse in the sky
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there in 10 minutes
meet me there meet met there meet me anywhere
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when you sat down next to me
i swear i felt the moon stop above me
and pull me toward the sky
from the moment we lock eyes
i could feel the gravity
pulling me in all directions
and i was breaking
we walked home in the morning dark
the damp streets shining beneath our hands
we floated smiles through the air
in the impenetrable heat
and when your eyes caught mine
in the dark outside my apartment building
my body cracked into a million irreparable pieces
and i was breaking for you
your brown eyes begged me to tell you
all the ways that i would fail you
when i think of you in my mind [sic]
i never want to lose you
i never want to die
if you ever look at me with hate in your eyes i might die
if you ever think of me with malice in your heart
how i would i begin to start to move on?
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the asphalt-grey clouds tower ever higher
the air is heavy
and this earth is gonna lacerate the sky
and litter the streets with the bodies of the dead
and we make popcorn on your stove
and settle by the windows that look out front
to walnut grove
the wind whistles through the windowsill
you press your face against it
and smile into the breeze
and if the LORD could only smite me where i stand
i will never be this happy ever again
and the rain comes down and sheets
and the thunder crashes and rolls
and the streetlights flicker out
all up and down walnut grove
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my angry sushi chef husband
comes home smelling like vinegar
but i love him
my angry sushi chef husband
falls asleep on the couch
remote control dangling from his fingers
and a defrosted dinner
getting cold again in the microwave
my angry sushi chef husband
files his taxes
on april 14th
every year
my angry sushi chef husband
does not know how to use
microsoft powerpoint
my angry sushi chef husband
thinks the american news media
needs to tone down its conflict-driven rhetoric
and return the power of opinion
back to the individual citizen
my angry sushi chef husband
lets our son win at Call of Duty
40% of the time
my angry sushi chef husband
brings home a bouquet of cherokee rose
once or twice a month
and smiles into my neck
about the mugunghwa outside of the seoul city hall
and i love him
i love him
i love him
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shifting weather patterns overhead
bring in cold air from the north
along with his late-model
dark blue chevy impala
he frequents waffle house
and banters with the line cooks
as he reads through his notes about the girl
who went missing back in 2009
and that's how he passes his time
and his brown hair is so beautiful
and his blue eyes are so beautiful
he was born in the 70s [sic, i refuse to write "70's"]
and he says he likes punk rock
he likes to ride his bike
but he doesn't get the chance to do that a lot
and on nights when the sun sets just right
like a bubblegum popsicle melting in the sky
he drives his car to the lake
and sits to watch the world turn
and that's how he passes his time
and his brown hair is so beautiful
and his blue eyes are so beautiful
and his long dark overcoat is so beautiful
and the scar above his eyebrow is so beautiful
and the way he stacks his papers
in the backseat of his car is so beautiful
and his brown hair is so beautiful
and his blue eyes are so beautiful
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7. |
Go
03:41
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i'd been in bloomington for four years
and the dust had settled a bit too much around me
so i drove my body out to seattle and i drove the coast
i lived my life out on the highway
the pavement path to what i needed most
i didn't find it in fort bragg,
but for a minute there i thought i had
i didn't find it in san luis obispo
but if i hadn't looked, how would i know?
i just go
just go
i've climbed the mountains
and seen the cities from the hills
i've held on tightly to the good things in my life
and the good nights, especially the good nights
i've been all over and not yet found
a place to call my home
when the justice comes to find my smiling face
it'll miss me by a minute as i drive away
it won't find me in oklahoma
even if that's home to me
and it won't find me in california
i've got nowhere i'm supposed to be
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broken plates litter the floor
i thought that we had said
that we don't do this anymore
a lightbulb buzzes in the silence
suspended over your head
and when you finally speak
your voice is robotic and dead
i watch sweat bead on your cheeks
as you pry free your keys
throw your keychain back at me
you're not sleeping here tonight
the warm weather in keelung
is easier to tolerate
when you're not pressed
up against me all night
your memory keeps me bolting upright
waking up frightened
with a gasp on my lips
i see your face and my heart
drops into my guts
and my smile grows so large
i think my mouth might swallow me whole
"nothing can hurt me when you're by my side"
my words ring in the air
as blood pools before me
your whole body
shaking like a leaf
i'm looking at you
you're looking at me
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9. |
Historiography
03:07
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there was rain
there was wind
there was spring coming in
there was a feeling of approaching doom
and i was happy to see you
it was cold in your room, you were warm
and that's all i remember
and you arms were warm
and that's all i remember
later on near morning
we were talking about nothing
a little rain
a little wind
quiet cold cold air coming in
and you were warm
and that's all i remember
and you arms were warm
and that's all i remember
and your eyes were pretty
and that's all i remember
and your hands were soft
and that's all i remember
and the hall was well lit as i walked down it
and that's all i remember
and the rain was light and it felt soft on my face
and that's all i remember
and the car was quiet inside
and that's all i remember
and it was dark when the sunlight was coming
and that's all i remember
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10. |
Under Your Skin
02:55
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you called me in the morning and we met
at the jack brooks federal building and you drove
9 hours in the fine dark texas heat just to see me
i got into your car
ran my hand along the dashboard, dusty and dark
like the bookshelves on the old farm
in the safety of a cafe we talked
across an empty table
two birds at a pile of worms
crying over empty air
"will you come back to booneville?
i'd be so happy if you say you will."
photos from the wedding
a bag full of your clothes
the zine on vegan cooking
the last of my light
i'm seeing someone now
and he treats me right
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