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My Friends The Fishes
01:02
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Soon my friends the fishes will come to pick me up, so if you mean to bury me don’t lock the coffin up. Soon we’ll be swimming with the fishes in the sea and they will sing our lullaby and hum us fast to sleep. Soon the fish are coming here to take back what belonged to them in the first place and live inside my lungs.
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Nina, I'm A Tin Can
02:27
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Nina, I’m a tin can. I freak you out. Don’t I freak you out now? I hear you shout: “Wake up, wake up! What the fuck.” And I’m spinning and tumbling, walking into street lamps. Let me tell you, I’m as numb as a tin can. I fall over and let the soup pour out and lie there and just feel loud. Come on, I know I freak you out. I still haven’t learned how to cry. I do these things and I don’t know why. You have the feeling something’s not quite right and I’m bored out of my mind. I like the bones under the fat under my shirt, I like the blood and I like the hurt and when we part on Thursday you better run from all my dirt. You’re so clean, it’s what you need. It’s so much fun but you don’t see that, so when your organs sound alert a Thursday-run couldn’t hurt, because I put on a good show and it was fun, just so you know, but I’m so bored now, I’m just bored, and I don’t see the point at all.
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Eddie's Dead Stars
02:46
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I roll my eyes at my own thoughts. I fight and I have fought and I hate what I’ve become so I caught myself again. I let it go, then pretend I’m in control. I can’t let go. I’ve lost the will again and he said I’d be a star one day so I’ll starve until that day, and if you can see me now I’m already dead. Now I’m fed up of my decay because I’ll binge until that day, until you can see me as a big fat ball, floating up ahead. Eddie, are we shining bright tonight on our little tight-knit shelves? Where you’ll forever sort us in to keep in check and hide us from ourselves. My drug is calling me. I need the soft, sweet taste in my mouth, then feel empty - I want to tumble around. I want to walk into things and Eddie sings: “You’re embarrassing. You have no idea how to handle yourself. You need me, you need my help.”, and I can’t spit in the eyes of fools. They taught me to listen.
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Flesh Flash
02:32
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It’s a terrible face in the black of the screen. It’s terrible lace around the corners of my dreams and I can’t get up and take their offer. My feelings differ - I guess they prefer to disappear like me. I told them to breathe, but they won’t listen. They don’t believe in me. They think I can’t take it. Oh no. So she can cry and I can’t cry, so no one sees what I can’t hide. With anorexics in the kitchen I feel like a big fat lie. My mind is fucked up, I only believe in skeletons. This flesh could be loved. My bones they wanna see the sun. I’m under the gun again and I come undone again and I think I should run. So we’re waging a war no one will win. This body deserves every scar on its skin and I’d search every corner for a little bit of love, but there is too much of all of the above and my disgust doesn’t bother.
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Sticky Things
02:12
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You are no one’s possession, we’re not cardboard stand ups. I guess its regression when I throw honey at you, throw money at them, open little openings in my skin and then it feels so empty. There’s always plenty. And I’ll meet you by the door. By eight o’clock we’ll have seeped through the floor and we all laugh way too loud and you’ll leave before I’m awake enough to get out. My nose is running. Stare at me like I’m actually there. Count me in, but I’m too caught up in these kind of things. So I try not to choose you, try not to lose you - find me in a pool of cringe. I’m caught in this stupid substance. I hate sticky things. This will be gone in a few hours, wait it out. I’ll have myself back in a few years, wait for it. Try not to listen to my songs, they’re written by a teenager. I act like I’m three and I dream of being fifty, yeah.
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Cool Story
03:36
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It’s a cool story. It’s my life in a movie. The words sound almost real, if only I knew how to feel them. It’s for the story. And I tried so hard and I pressure you because I’m scared and I’m floating and ashamed and unaware and I’m also sorry. I put on all kinds of attires and costumes and they won’t hide the fact that most of the time I feel nothing. And I tried so hard and it looked so pretty in its ugliness. This must be the life of someone else. When the scars start to look ugly and we discard all the cool stories it will wake the person in this body, wake us from our dream. When we see that it’s a nightmare, similar to hers right here, she will meet us in the lobby. She can’t see yet what it means.
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