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Catfish
03:27
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I got a hundred dollars says you're just a turncoat with a nice smile
My two x chromosomes sending me email about a liar with an excess of style
I been down so long, the dark is dear to me
I can maneuver neat where you can't even see
I'm not no lady, I'm a catfish
Been down a long time, listening.
I heard all those barbed remarks that you made about me.
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I Saw Her Tattoo
02:54
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I saw her tattoo
the way she looked, i wouldn't have known her
i saw her tattoo
hard times can work you over
her san pedro tattoo
and was she straight? Well, what is straight?
san pedro tattoo
what is straight when your mind's roccoco?
maybe thrust and parry goes around and never through you,
still, that kind of atmosphere, it does something to you
I saw her tattoo, she wears it right here
oh, it is something
i saw her tattoo
it is something that won't leave her
She wears her tattoo into battle
it is bullet-proof
in hardhat and boots
she's boxing with a shadow
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Thin Atmosphere
03:34
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I'm so not indigenous to this neighborhood
I'd need more than everything here, plus the pills
More sides to the geometry, more numbers on the clock
I'd slip through a floorboard crack like a paper doll that you prop up
In thin atmosphere the water won't boil
First floor, 4-door, "Hon, we'll need dichondra here."
"Seems like I've forgotten to turn something off."
"Don't let the dog outside tonight! She'll just dig."
"I've been having these dreams - did I talk in my sleep?"
Credit-limit needle, porno tourniquet
Bias-cut Armani, shi-shi straightjacket
Collagen and Evian and subtleties at brunch
I'd be counting out the Valium to make sure
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His Back Pocket
04:12
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From his back pocket I'm collecting nickels and dimes
To him they're hardly there. They're snowflakes in his hair.
In his back pocket he keeps things he might need
In his pocket dark, secrets of his heart
He'll let me see them after hours, he'll free them after hours
His origami paper flower, his drop of lemon, sweet and sour
In his pocket Ark, the sun, the moon and the stars
They make a light of their own, they're fireflies in a grove
He'll let me see them after hours, he'll free them after hours
They fit the smallest space: his back pocket place
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5. |
Every 7 Years
04:10
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Flatfoot Vertigo
03:59
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Hollywood Movie
03:56
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Inside a Week
04:16
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Nasturtium
04:46
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Memphis
04:47
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Mrs. Baines
03:03
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