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Noelle
02:52
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Noelle, Noelle
things haven't been well
my bones are crushed in winter's red smear
Noelle, Noelle
Our roll in the snow
My hold on your back, nail splinter, nail tear
when you ostrich backward,
I see myself
I submit, I forget, I will not tell
Noelle, Noelle
things haven't been well
I told you to love me when we shared our fears
Noelle, Noelle
our roll in the rabbit hole
My fistful of hair, cut loose, cut here
when you ostrich backward,
I see myself
I submit, I forget, I will not tell
go look at Ginger, she's snapping
perversion of hell
I just bit Brigitte, now back to my cell
Noelle, Noelle
you awoke to the bell
my bones are older and winter disappears
Noelle, Noelle
things haven't been well
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2. |
Latex
02:49
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secret wishes for basements
fire off the teenage resentment
parents paying high dollar for true existence
never mattered to them
they never wanted kids
Tom's allergic to latex
Patty stopped ovulating at breakfast
Florence inherited a genetic disease
Baker promised to accept her pleas
They all just wanted a dream
but they were promised a future and not a dream
so I make up these stories
cause my life has run out of things
things to carry to parties or
things to lead to other things
never mattered to me
I never wanted kids
I just stick to my latex
and stick to my sorry breakup routine
I think I inherited a genetic disease
promised my lovers that I was clean
They all just wanted a dream
but they were promised a future and not a dream
I just wanted a dream
but I was promised a future and not a dream
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3. |
Domovoi
03:03
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she bought a house
filled it with pets
I played the mouse where the trap is upset
she got a job
I got what's left
a town not big enough for monogamy's dress
and she slept in late
curtains drawn
cartoons of conspiracy's shawl
she went around telling her friends
she's not sleeping well
she's been dreaming of hell
the ghosts of her house live under her bed
they'll come up for her air sooner or later
she said she called the priest
he blamed it on
electrical fiends
when the Domovoi fights to be witnessed by the light
I take apart the angels, pick apart the night
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4. |
Somnambulist
02:32
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beauty in the boa's stitch
mint whispers say, "this isn't kitsch"
swedish jabs in a sauna sitch
green painted nails
the foam, the fit
I got you alone now
here's my pitch
dream stand still so I can draw it
oh I don't know it
it was some somnambulist
sleepwalking to her death
beauty in the boa's stitch
mint whispers say, "this isn't kitsch"
swedish jabs in a sauna sitch
green painted nails
the foam, the fit
I got you alone now
here's my pitch
dream stand still so I can draw it
a tanktop redhead
it's all gone and I'm pissed
mascara eyes when she was lit
oh I don't know it
it was some somnambulist
sleepwalking to her death
I picked this for my queen
you know me
endlessly sketching you, the dream
The somnambulist
sleepwalking to her death
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5. |
Adam's Needle
03:20
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when we meet
we meet one hundred people
eyes like spiders
portent of evil
one porthole into freedom's seed
or buried fast to dig down for Babel
when we meet
we meet to touch the feeble
limbs like fires
undulating steeples
one potion into obsession's lead
or drowning fast to seize ground and towel
I don't know where I'll be
I could've been in India, teething
Ain't no home in past life's regrets
when we meet
we meet for Adam's needle
apple-like iris
portent of evil
one's knowledge into sustenance
or flying fast to break rib of fowl
when we meet
we meet for every equal
birthing briar
our work is nearly lethal
one easel for the birthing chore
spiraling down to smooth hand or mouth
I don't know where I'll be
I could've been in India, teething
Ain't no home in past life's regrets
dont let this go
just tell me no
if you don't want to
don't let it roam
just let me know
if you don't want to meet
I don't know where I'll be
I could've been in India, teething
Ain't no home in past life's regrets
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6. |
Kindler
03:30
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I guess I'll haunt your house
a stranger sprawled out on your couch
can I sleep off my past?
stomached when we met
five to cut the swell, off-set
handouts in the dark
white shorts are lifting legs
drunken Orson Welles' bet
for conversation starts
or patterns in your art
an enemy of state
the means for you and me
and I don't know where I'll sleep
but you let me fold hands
when yours felt just like sand
Kindling me
beckoning with black fingers
I will try it on
hat with feather awn
an enemy of state
the means for you and me
and I don't know where I'll sleep
but you let me fold hands
when yours felt just like sand
an enemy of state
the means for you and me
and I don't know where I'll sleep
but you let me fold hands
when yours felt just like foreign sand
I noticed you looking
towards my side of the couch
a foreign land battle
your legs armed to back out
I noticed you looking
towards my side of the couch
I noticed your eyes burn
from the salt sea of our slouch
I guess I'll haunt your house
a stranger sprawled out on your couch
can I sleep off my past?
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7. |
War Ship
04:25
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you're just like a war ship
trembling along
head held high to worship those who
continue to condone
your tactics
maybe I'm just like a missile
you deploy at dawn
I destroy your target, oh but
conveniently I'm gone
I'm gone
red instead
cold wars are warmer everyday
but I don't play
you're just like a country
claiming new land
you will brave the hellions and then
teach them all to bend
to your status
maybe I'm just like civilians
threatening to move
I'll make goals and fail them and then
you will show me rules
to drown in your coups
red instead
cold wars are warmer everyday
but I don't play
You once said
I can't see you that way
But I don't play
worship the warship
before it destroys
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8. |
Canopy
04:52
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in a room whiter than comfortable
we smiled knowing the truth
in a word i knew the miracle
of permission to let it all go
in a booth you sifted through the sin
payed off debt to grandchildren
in a day you left it up to us
to figure up the math to love
it's only the rain, the rain I've feigned
to avoid a heaven I knew you'd blame
hey aren't the kids playing up the hall?
are there enough toys?
are the rooms too small?
we've lived with roommates
waiting to die
we smiled through memories
a life to hide
in a word I knew that it was best
if you left quickly, inhibitions met
our favorite scholar
with wide-eyed grin
he said,"ranch or french"
decision set
sometimes it's funny
sometimes it's sad
a choice of dressing
and a son who said
it's only the rain, the rain I've feigned
to avoid a heaven I knew you'd blame
hey aren't the kids playing up the hall?
are there enough toys?
are the rooms too small?
we flew a circular device
the pieces fit
accepted the vice
it was a mess, I guess of men and mice
it made more sense to respect a
Christ, where are you now?
a question I would doubt
the real poignant thought
is how were you then?
Beyond beyond
yours is the man I'll be
A canopy
his wine, a sign, a city
her mind, don't mind
just laugh and say she's pretty
a canopy
three years outside the city
he cultivated a took good care
I admired but wasn't there
she says, "all's forgiven"
canopy grew
one step further to finding truth
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9. |
Jacko
08:05
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In this queue forever,
The girl in the pumpkin patch is mine
I faked the right to relieve obsession
On the only day of my predilection
Buried in the cellar
It’s you
Everybody’s empty
And everyone is glad
Every cup is spilling
The patriarch is mad
I made this bed for the reelection
2012 kinds of insurrection
Buried in the cellar
Lofty thoughts from your loft in London
You can’t walk but you take to running
And dressing up to the canter
Everybody’s empty
And everyone is glad
Every cup is spilling
The patriarch is mad
Cause everybody wants change
And don’t know what it is
Cause everybody’s your age
And I still haven’t gotten it
We’re the remains of jack o’ lanterns
Hollowed out, now kicked
In ritual of mischief
In this queue forever,
The girl in the pumpkin patch is mine
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Ennie Arden Gastonia, North Carolina
Ennie Arden is the solo side project of Morrowville's Zach Evington.
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