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Thanksgiving Day
02:28
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I woke up with a hole in my head
filled with the feeling I was better-off dead
you rolled over and said, it's Thanksgiving Day
I made the couch, but I missed the parade
cause it's back home and we're so far away
you fell asleep, and I watched a show about war
I would like to find a girl who mends my bones and gently licks my wounds
money drips through my cupped hands
I need a job, but no job needs me
or my junky-looking hair
and it seems to me there is no love
not unless it's hiding in a darker place
I really shouldn't go
I would like to find a girl who mends my bones and gently licks my wounds
a pretty girl who makes me laugh, picks me up and holds me like a womb
oh, you gotta let me open the shades
cause I just need a bit of true light
absence and a bit of true light
my throat is raw, I smoke too much cause I'm out of touch
but oh, anyway
my days are filled, busy finding God or busy rotting away
we shall see
oh, you gotta let me open the shades
cause I just need a bit of true light
absence and a bit of true light
absence in a bit
and if you're done then let me go...
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25
01:03
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I didn't black out on my birthday
that's something I tend to do
I didn't drive drunk on my birthday
I'm getting older, it's true
when will I find a girl with the time for a nickel and two dimes?
I'd write a song for you
it complicates things that I'm younger
and you're married too
I didn't black out on my birthday
but I still said some dumb shit to you
you bite my ear and call me a boy,
man, what's a boy to do,
except write a song for you?
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Alarms
02:57
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you called me up the other day
with bad thoughts and razorblades
promise me you won't kill yourself tonight?
maybe...
then came the night you nearly did
you showed your mom her bleeding kid
they checked you in when you were trying to check out
ain't it funny?
maybe...
I really wish you didn't cut yourself
I know, I know, it's easy for me to ask of you
I wish you really didn't get so sad
at least not when I'm without wheels and weeks away from you
you stayed a bit in the looney bin
no phone to tell me how you've been
you're painting pictures of castles in the clouds
trying to ween the voices from your head
then things were good on medicine
until the day you did it again
you carved alarms all down your arms
and my head is pounding
I really wish you didn't cut yourself
I know, I know, it's easy for me to ask of you
I wish you really didn't get so sad
at least not when I'm without wheels and weeks away
without wheels and states away from you
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don't just miss me cause you have to
miss me cause you do
and in a perfect world I'd be unhappy next to you
I once told you that I loved you
and back then it was true
but nowadays when I say it
I just don't picture you
don't belittle all my little stabings toward the truth
the one day when I land a thrust
I'll be so far from youth
and so much for good health and well being what it is
I'd love to cum inside of you, but we can't afford no kids
I'd grow my hair for you
I'd bite you up and down
follow you around
break my heart and tell me I'm your man
then I'd cut my hair for you
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Esqueleton
04:43
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there were nights we talked as if on a first date
but those were the nights your husband worked late
it isn't easy being friends with you when all I want to do is jump your bones
and dance with your esqueleton, and grow old skipping stones
we would flirt, flirt as if we were both free
but we were both taken, in actuality
it isn't easy getting close when i know that you're leaving in July
oh, my new love, sure seems like hell
I would love to build a home
in your hands, and heart, and bones
I would love to build our home
with my hands, and heart, and bones
our home of skin and bones
tangled up in choices younger people made years ago
we recognize their faces, their minds we don't know
I put my arms through you cause I want to wear you out
oh, my new love, sure feels like hell
I would love to wreck his home
with my hands, and teeth, and bones
I would love to build our home
on his heart, and back, and bones
I hate living alone in my home of skin and bones
we're just skin and bones...
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Jim From The Moon Los Angeles, California
At times Jim from the Moon plays acoustic tunes about girls, the devil, and similar distractions. They flow in the vein of Loudon Wainwright III and Neil Young, sung with a voice soaked in years of Irish storytelling. Other times he expels far-out electric rock that is primal and space-ward, with heavy, psychedelic sounds. Both sides are focused, catchy, and ready to be eaten by your ears... ... more
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