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Shame
03:38
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in a fit said, "don't think for a second
that the child has emerged pink and bruiseless"
instead, i will respect the task
as the best done with the material at hand
when i try to lift my fingers towards it
i find a test laid out for me in the embarrassment
can true and false be identified
by an ordeal of water?
it would take a great deal of water
to cleanse me, i'm dirty
i can't be held to notions of purity
i'm filthy, i'm unclean
i'm not fit to be seen
i behave badly
i think in fantasy
i'm an asshole
dust me from top to toe
in asphodel
i'm worthy, i was born clean
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let go of poison and seek like an arrow
the red eye of love
with proof and change to the marrow
but i'm not some crude animal
i'm not some crude animal
who loves you
reach out, palms up, and pray for - i don't know - hestia?
as someone who can lead me home
and put a flame in the heart, or the hearth, or the breast
but i'm not some crude animal
i'm not some crude animal
i will put a flame in the heart, or the hearth, or the breast
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3. |
Oslo
03:40
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a fantasy that i had while walking around the hospital, waiting for my dad:
you're in a room upstairs, sleeping, and we are waiting for the birth of our child.
and on the plane to oslo, when you so easily passed the ring from one finger on my hand to the next -
can you undertake to understand
how completely you mean to me?
or does it all roll off your back,
do you think of me at all,
or has it really so quickly passed?
and on the plane to oslo, when you so easily passed the ring from one finger on my hand to the next
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I Want You
03:40
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5. |
Sweetie
02:24
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a beautiful woman loves me
i used to get to do her laundry
what a privilege to spend time folding neatly
her socks and undies, with an absolute sweetie
sleeping soundly on the bed sheets
you said you like the things that don't involve dating
what about doing dumb shit on vacation?
name the names we picked for our children
the made plans for a life lived in tandem
i can try to keep being understanding
what i want - once more, for the record -
to live a life alongside my two sweeties
to drink coffee and read on sunday mornings
when it's hard i will give myself completely
to what is needed of me
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6. |
The Fold
02:38
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i wanna be back in the fold
i wanna be back in that warm embrace
i want that glittering eye to trace me
the way that glittering eye used to trace me
when i did anything at all
i wanna be let back in and wanted
i wanna wake up and wrap my arms around a constant
i want that simmering joy under all things
instead of this pit in my stomach
the endless way i miss you in my body
the fear i feel at you being foreign to me
separate beds and seeing you at parties
i want that glittering eye to hold me
i want you to take your hands and unfold me
deftly, though you know i like to take the lead
but will that glittering eye ever trace me
and think,
"i am ready to give her what she seeks"
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7. |
Unimaginable Beauty
02:46
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you have unimaginable beauty
to lay a hand on your cheek would be a bounty
once a wasted wealth, and now not given freely
once more, a wasted thing: i love you completely
you have unimaginable beauty
what i wouldn't do to have you have your eye on me
to live a life for two and do the things that lovers do
instead of walking around the house, humming to myself:
"i don't want anybody else, when i think about you i touch myself"
once more the wasted thing: i love you completely
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8. |
Fuck!
01:55
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9. |
Initials
03:23
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hey pick up the phone it's me
why is this what's making you happy?
why don't you want me if you love me?
why are you picking someone over me?
in the pavement on our street
is the first letter of the first name
of the one you will marry
hey pick up the phone it's me:
i'd change my last name in a heartbeat
i'd change my last name in a heartbeat
hey pick up the phone it's me
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10. |
Move
04:38
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i think it can change
i think it can change, too
could i ever write a song that would move you?
could i ever write a song that would move you to -
please don't leave me
i have left you
could i ever write a song that would move you?
could i ever write a song that would move you to -
i think it can change
i think it can change, too
if you move will i lose you?
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