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Hello, Yes (This is Woz)
04:06
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my calling card
my foreign arms
i stand beside you
my lucky star
five falling parts
the lands beside you
my dreams deferred
our truth conferred
to words beside you
five lucky stars
five moving parts
i stand beside you
and in a way we can’t complain
this truth, we’re bound by names
as though the word had never noticed
in this way we are the same
in truth we’re bound with name
as though the world had never noticed
my calling cards
my foreign arms
i’ll stand beside you
five lucky parts
my falling stars!
i’ll stand beside you
and in way, we are but shapes
on intersecting planes
though a truth could never notice this
in this way we are the same
bound if not by name
though the world could never notice
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the cast, the cats in arms we are
iconoclast on wooden floors
i haven’t told you what it’s worth
i’m throwing brackets; i’m turning phrase
i’m trading gold for younger days
i haven’t told you what it’s worth
hey! cats for gold!
hey! cast in gold!
a cast of cats to guide us
i haven’t told you what it’s worth
hey! cats for gold!
hey! cast in gold!
a cast of cats to guide us
i haven’t told you what it’s worth
hey, turn your ears so we can say
our better days are ashen grey
i haven’t told you what this is for
hey lick your whishkers, turn your head
tell the truth of what it’s always been
i haven’t told you what is left
hey! cats for gold!
hey! cast in gold!
a cast of cats to guide us
i haven’t told you what it’s worth
hey! cats for gold!
hey! cast in gold!
a cast of cats to guide us
i haven’t told you what it’s for
hey cats for gold
hey cast in cold
hey trade what’s left for what’s to hold
i haven’t told you what you’re worth
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i have wrists that can be sewn shut
prevailing ink that can be shut away forever
but wait
draw me a paladin
wait wait
write me an epic that would
stand the test of time
i think i love you
but i liked you better as an ice castle anyway
i have lips that can be undone
prevailing words that can be
shut away forever
but wait
draw me a paladin
wait, wait
make me an epic that would
stand the test of time
i think i love you
but i liked you better as an ice castle anyway.
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5. |
Valuable Coupons Inside!
02:43
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hello, yes, this is woz
hello, no, i’ve been dialing
there are no valued coupons inside
but please
go ahead and tell me
all about your
fantastic offer
hello, no, this was dog
hello, make me the vatican
there are no points of value to hold
into this
but please (do you really want to know
but please (could you please continue holding)
oh, please (do you really want to say)
please
go ahead and tell me
all about your
fantastic offers
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6. |
Sad Sappy Fuck
02:22
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i’d want a beach-house by the lake
inlund from see
i’d want an ending for you or me.
i’d want a page, two-hundred nine and forty-three
i’d write some closure out to end this tragedy
i need a dagger to end your story
i need a raincloud over both our sullen heads
i need a meaning to rust away both our beds
i’d need a beachhouse where we both can shed our skins
i’d need an ending to our most horrid of sins
i’m a villain, and so are you
so let’s stab and call each other
evensies
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7. |
In Brackets
05:14
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i have pictures of you
in your younger days
the clear plastic wires
of what you were trying to say
but let me remember you as you are
and not as you were
i have pictures of you
on your dying day
your face ashen grey
your hands disarray
but if i had the moment arm-in-arm
i’d say
“forget fear and play!”
galoshes, galoshes
mud, blood, or alcohol
i don’t have much time left
and i know you have less
in our tried, trite cliche
rubber duckies, bumbershoot
mud, blood, or alcohol
mud, blood, or alcohol
let’s dance on your grave
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find a place to call your own
we’ll build a home on these shores
these stars are your onw
these words are your home
so own them up
and find a place to
tell your truth or lies
in motion-stop frames
in time we’ll all sleep
our vibes when you weep
we’ll say our graceful words
pony, rocket
art’s deep pockets
find a place where words don’t sleep
pony, kitten
find the place when
we can close these four white walls
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9. |
Make Pretend Real
10:12
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WINDMILLS Champaign, Illinois
someone buried a melody in this unspeakable racket. someone buried an unspeakable racket in this melody.
m.y. + n.g. + n.y.= windmills
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