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The Madonna Kills Her Son
I don't know if I'll live until I'm twenty-five
But until I get married I will stay alive
Cause I don't want you to arrange my funeral
Choose the Psalms or set the vigil night
At least until I'm married I will stay alive
At least my spouse will put the right name on the invites
As a kid I read the letters to the Romans
I read how Israelites could take a stand
I memorized these messages I'd never understand
Because I knew God couldn't love a fag
All my life I dangled o'er the maw of an angry God
I don't know what's for me after death
It's nothing or it's torture or did all the zealots lie
And am I worthy of his mercy after all?
You look into my eyes and say He never makes mistakes
But I know the Catholics had self-made men among their saints
If He made me like this, he wanted me to suffer
But not enough to say I've done it more than any other
Oh, the essays that I've written saying what I don't believe
Claim that I'm a Christian, but good Jesus can't love me
So wade in this water, take the bread and take the wine
I want you to be happy, you can have the share that's mine
I'm sure your name is written on that fucking Book of Life
That's why you wake up kicking, making every day a fight
So fight that holy war, you can be the salt and light
The salt in all my wounds and light that burns out both my eyes.
I don't know if I'll live until I'm twenty five
But until I get married I will stay alive
Cause I don't want you to arrange my funeral
Choose the Psalms or set the vigil night
At least until I'm married I will stay alive
At least my spouse will put the right name on the invites
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Angry Teenage Girl
01:49
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I hate the way that he talks
Or I hate the way that they listen
I hate the way they smile when he’s around
And he chews up all the questions
And spits out all the answers
I don’t know how he keeps the anger down
I pack it down
I pack it really fucking down
And the blast zone will eat up everything
So ram it down
Swallow every ounce of bile
Perfect is not good enough lately
At some point or another
We’re all angry teenage girls
And all I want to do
Is blow up the goddamn world
I’m your normal, every day
Fucking angry teenage girl
I hate the way that he talks
Like I’m a dog he has on leash
If I’m a bitch, you better know I bite
But I pull off my shirt
And let the knife into my skin
Sell everything I’ve got to burn tonight
And so I burn
Like crystals in my eyes
Coughing up the rubies that I’m worth
I fucking burn
And there’s nothing I can do
Once I catch, it all goes up in flames
At some point or another
We’re all angry teenage girls
And all I want to do
Is blow up the goddamn world
I’m your normal, every day
Fucking angry teenage girl
Teenage girl
At some point or another
We’re all angry teenage girls
And all I want to do
Is blow up the goddamn world
I’m your normal, every day
Fucking angry teenage girl
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Argonaut
00:52
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If you do be Argonaut
I do be Argo
If I be the canvas then
You be the tailor
So take up your harpoon
And leave off your cargo
Ahab, you whaler,
determinate sailor
Patroclus healer
and dealer of words
Achilles, your wrath
is what feeds all the birds
Together we'll sing a song
ne'er before heard
Except for on high
by divine and absurd
If hate is what brings on
relentless pursuit
Can love ever claim
A devotion so true
So someday I hope
To love god as you do
Shaking your fist
At the Whale in the blue
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Transubstantiation
02:03
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Transubstantiation
Meat tastes best when it dies in its sleep
That's why happy cows make Wagyu beef
So don’t eat me, under all this pressure
The smell goes sour from environmental stressors
Cover my eyes, cover my eyes
Don’t let me see my fellows die
Blindfold me and rock me to sleep
Give me a kiss before you sit down to eat
I’m gamey like rabbit, ‘cause I’ve fucking had it
And every tendon is high-strung purely by habit
Constantly strained and chemically maimed
My body is boiling from chemical brain
Spring is coming and I’m old and running
Blood is pumping in my legs, and my brain built for cunning
If you wanted a feast you should have tamed this beast
Kindness would have made me go down at least
Open my eyes, open my eyes
Like a deer in the headlights
I watch my body die
I only ever chose social suicide
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chrysalis
00:58
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interlude: chrysalis
i don't think i've ever been a baby
but i think i could be your little girl
if you crushed a thousand butterflies
into caterpillar molds
at least one would survive and never grow
right?
there’s an empty room i sleep in
a lovely empty room
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Anorexia Mirabilis
01:27
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Anorexia Mirabilis
Your body eats your body
When your body doesn’t eat
It starts with all the excess
Until flesh becomes a treat
Then you’re whittled down to organs
And your heart’s too weak to beat
Your body eats your body
When your body doesn’t eat
In the middle you forget
How food felt in your mouth
Leave no footprints on the snow
Your mother’d be so proud
Sin and skin slough off in pounds
Your mother’d be so proud.
Your blood is filled with poison
Your head o’erflows with thoughts
They call this mutilation
Or starvation– I’ve forgot
Your flesh was always foreign
You’re a soul on solid ground
Sin and skin slough off in pounds
Your mother’d be so proud
And man is born the same, in
Opportunity and flesh
To shed this mortal coil and fly
And leave behind the rest
I was born a holy babe
At 8 pounds seven ounce
My sin is heavy on the scale
And God demands account!
Your body eats your body
When your body doesn’t eat
Your body eats your body
When your body doesn’t eat
Your body eats your body
When your body doesn’t eat
Your body eats your body
When your body doesn’t eat
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Cigarettes Are Razors for Your Throat
I hunger for the ache of it,
Like a junkie craves his coke
But I don’t have you here with me
So I settle down to smoke
I don’t expect forgiveness
That implies I wasn’t right
But hopefully you’ll pity me
And keep me for the night
I’m rising from the ashes
I’ve broken like the dawn
I’m burning in your retinas
And you’ll miss me when I’m gone
The filter has burned down now
It’s dying on my lips
“I'm sorry” isn’t funny when you’re
Sick of all my shit
I don’t want your forgiveness
Not while you’re in my sight
My sheets still hold the smell of you
And me your acolyte
I’m gasping at the surface
Salt stinging in my nose
I’m only treading water
And you know everything goes
I light up all your records
To smell the plastic burn
Smoke like Delphi’s incense
Gives me medicine to learn
Forgiveness is just dying
Little deaths until you die
But I still want your pity
To go into that good night
I’m rising from the ashes
I’ve broken like the dawn
I’m burning in your retinas
And you’ll miss me when I’m gone
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8. |
You'll Be Fine
02:18
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You'll Be Fine
When you throw out a punch
Just to cover the bruise
When you layer the cuts
To forget the wound
They muzzle you up
To see what you’ll do
To get a good reason
To be scared of you
Back you in a corner
Just to make you bite
You’re beaten and you're collared
For proving them right
They’ll put you down
If you make it out alive
But you’ll never cry
No, you’ll never cry
Those tear ducts, boy
They don’t work right
And you’ll never cry
So you’ll be just fine, oh, yeah
Yeah, you’ll be just fine
Put on your gloves
Put your belly to use
Since you got the guts
To swallow down the abuse
Mistake it for strength
You can reproduce
The pain’s always better
When you think you can choose
Choking on the glass
Bloody tears in your eyes
Never dare to think
That they don’t treat you right
Dogs are dogs
And a dog can’t bite
They’ll put you down
If you make it out alive.
But you’ll be fine.
Yeah, you’ll be fine.
A million other kids
Had to learn to survive
And you’re just one
So you’ll be just fine.
Yeah, you’ll be just fine.
'Cause you’re not a kid
No, you never were
You’re a fucking adult
And all the adults hurt
You’re just a disease
And the pain’s the cure
“All that hate, I hope the
Lord works through her.”
So, you’ll be fine
Yeah, you’ll be just fine
If you shut your eyes
You can’t see the night
It doesn’t matter
That there’s still no light
Your eyes don’t work
And a boy don't cry
You’re just a kid,
So you’ll be just fine,
Yeah, you'll be just fine.
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9. |
Like We Used To
02:34
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Like We Used To
The prodigal son came home,
Wearing a dress, wearing a smile,
And he’s gonna sleep in his childhood bed
But only a while, only a while
Does your mother love you enough
To kill herself for you?
Does your city love you more
Than it loves its god, than it loves the truth?
And when everything has stayed the same
It’s obvious you’re the one who changed
And your feet stick off your childhood bed
I think you might have made a mistake
It’s better to stay away
It hits your tongue like it used to
It tastes the same as it used to
Can’t you be the person I’m used to?
Can’t we talk like we used to?
We know the fist by the shape of the bruise
I know your eyes, they’re my eyes, too
I look at me when I look at you
God, can’t we sing like we used to?
Shame passed down from old to young
If these walls could talk, they’d hold their fucking tongues
Would they break under the weight
Of the corpse in my bed
Wasting money on every plate
I’m not the promise you thought you fed
Because I can’t dance like I used to
I can’t talk like I used to
I’m not the person I’m used to
God, can’t we sing like we used to?
You understand this abuse, too
It's not something you can get used to
It feels the same as it used to
God, can’t we sing like we used to?
Can't we sing like we used to
Can't we sing like we used to?
Can't we sing like we used to
Can't we sing like we used to?
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10. |
1947
00:37
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It’s not complicated
It’s not a complex issue
If it makes you cry or sad
We know guns aren’t stopped by tissue
Because they’re just killing children
With their white phosphorous bombs
And they won't stop
No, they won't stop
No, they won't stop until they're gone
Our government has fashioned
For itself a perfect mate
To go forth into the east
And make an ethnically clean slate
Your taxes and your silence
Is what’s giving them their guns
And they won't stop
No, they won't stop
No, they won't stop until they’re done
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Fenrir Jorgensen Spokane, Washington
Too folk for punk, too lazy for folk, this dime-a-dozen singer and "guitarist" is writing music for teenagers to scribble the lyrics of in school bathrooms.
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