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Held to down in ink;
swallow away.
I drown it it in the sink
to repay.
Holes in doors
you punched inside my dreams.
But will it bleed?
I guess we'll have to see.
You grind inside my teeth;
charming decay.
I wear the clothes you need
to love me anyway.
Piss me clean.
Mark me, I won't leave.
We fuck and fall asleep.
I kill you in my dreams.
Always, always,
always, always,
always, always,
always, always,
always, always,
always, always,
always, always,
always, always.
Remember when
you kissed me on the mouth?
What slipped in,
I'll never let it out.
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Two weddings // On separate occasions,
two bathroom floors. // this phenomenon occurred.
Too much sweating // My second body
too much pork. // left my first.
I stared at myself in // I sighed at my side, but
a suit, on the tiles, passed out. // no party outside heard; how
what the hell was that about? // strange it felt when i returned.
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Nighttime on the lawn.
Trapped beneath a rock, but you caught me
and didn't let me go
till the day after tomorrow.
The first time that somebody didn't leave me alone.
And when you kissed me I could feel your warmth rolling down my cheek.
You said you loved me without telling me so.
I'm not going home.
Maybe if I play a little louder and you just don't let go.
I've got these three songs and your arms around me
and somehow you know all these things about me
but I still make you happy.
You told me so.
I still remember you.
They told me to go.
I still remember you.
I still remember you.
I still remember you.
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4. |
Amputeenager
03:47
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Catch the spark, inhale the ghost.
We sit around, it blows out smoke.
Our fingers fumble in the dark.
You lay me down, I leave my mark.
You say to me, "Love, take off your clothes."
You use your mouth to tell me so.
We hide in tunnels in your room.
You dirty me, I dirty you.
Your father calls, I grab your phone.
"Sir, I found your daughter under snow.
I took her shaking hands in mine
and we
prayed for heat we'd only feign to find.
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5. |
Pastoral (Moondog Cover)
02:49
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6. |
First Saturday Ives Park
03:53
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Home.
warm in our shame,
tired.
She kissed me,
humming my name,
singing, "I'll try."
But we showered,
filthy and shaking,
terrified.
And we sat there
draining our eyes,
going blind.
I
want to walk to the place
where you cried
and walked me through
the first time
that you tried to die.
And I
grabbed your fingers and
choked them with mine,
and I made you promise to never again.
Well, you promised to never again.
Well, here I am at your hospital bed.
Please just promise to never again.
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You're a drive-by shooting in a quiet place.
You're a loved pet in a shallow grave.
There were children playing in busy streets,
but you insisted on following me.
I am my sister drying out on the lawn.
I am the palms of my father burned raw.
I am the stones that all my grandfathers gave,
but you are my mother's voice calling my name.
I bury boxsprings in the back of the yard.
I sleep in tunnels when the floors are too hard.
I left my favorite jacket on your bedroom floor,
and you couldn't help but to tear through the drawers.
You dream in day-glo in the rear of the car.
You climb trees just to stare at the stars.
You stood in silence as it started to rain,
but I still remember the taste of your name.
Have I told you how it sounded when my father used to say,
"Don't be afraid."
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8. |
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Saw your bike
on your front porch.
Saw the light
up in your window.
Thought about knocking
on your door,
but I was concerned
you had somebody over;
I was concerned
you were alone.
The night
I first met you
we were dancing
in the living room,
and we kissed
in front of everyone.
I had waited two years
to talk to you.
Helped you move
into your new house.
Left handprints in the closet
before we moved you out.
Looking up
at that room now
still half hoping that you'll come down.
Because there's such
relief in coincidence;
a universe that finally works
how you always suspected,
with yourself near the center.
As I get older
I recognize that love
is mostly situational.
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9. |
Palmistry
02:28
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Tell me,
how far's the fall?
Cause I've climbed this tree
and you'll not talk me down.
But I caught you
staring at me
through the pine beams
where I'd been staring, too.
Did you love me
when you told me so,
or simply lonely?
Well, you were scared,
I know.
Well, I held you
as I drowned in snow,
and I'm sorry
that I won't let you go.
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Did the wine make her dream
of the far, distant spring?
Or a bed full of hens?
Or the ghost of a friend?
All the while that she wept
she'd a gun by her bed,
and the letter he wrote
from a dry, foundered boat.
And the train track will take
all the wounded ones home,
and I'll be alone.
Fare thee well, Sara Jones.
Now we lie on the floor
while the radio war
finds its way through the air
of the dead market square,
and the beast, never seen,
licks its red talons clean.
Sara curses the cold:
"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow."
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July fires grew dim
while you changed the locks on my home.
Now you won't let me in.
And I refused to turn away
as I watched the flames borne from within
slowly burn you away.
You left me with no place else to hide.
The tunnel we built started to crack
and bury me alive.
Please don't stand so close.
You've been watching me die day by day,
I'm done pretending that it's not your fault.
Another numb night in New Hamburg
wishing I had stuck through till the fall.
It's times like this I get the feeling
there's really nothing to get at all.
And you,
you say it's me.
And I
am shaking on the floor.
And I
wish I knew what I felt so sorry for.
July fires burn low.
It gets hard to live in a house
when there's nobody home.
And I stared you right in the eyes
as I dropped the match at my feet,
my own gentle suicide.
I hid between windows. You faded away.
It's a challenge to live in a tunnel when the world's up in flames.
And no, I can't just leave.
I've been watching you die day by day
while the exact same is happening to me.
Another numb night on my cloud
wishing I had stuck through till the fall.
It's times like this I get the feeling
of wanting to feel nothing at all.
And me,
I say it's you.
And you
are what I wish I was living for.
And you,
you were all I wanted, nothing more.
Another numb night in New Hamburg // Another numb night on my cloud
wishing I had stuck through till the fall.
It's times like this I get the feeling
there's really nothing to get at all. // of wanting to feel nothing at all.
And you, // And me,
you say it's me. // I say it's you.
And I // And you
am shaking on the floor. // are what I wish I was living for.
And I // And you,
wish I knew what I felt so sorry for. // you were all I wanted, nothing more.
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12. |
"I am."
02:29
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Fell asleep with the lights on again,
and woke to a note that read,
"I couldn't sleep. I need some cigarettes."
I spit blood in the sink again, and wrote out a note that said,
"The dayglo you dreamed in is oozing out my skin.
I've stopped letting people in."
I lied when we fucked again.
She asked, "Are you good? I said, "I am.
I love you, I promise. Now let's just go back to bed."
I dreamed that I died again.
I dreamed I did it with my own hands.
It's not the falling that scares me, it's how desperate I am to land.
I'm afraid of who I am.
She said, "Liam, just go back to sleep.
I'll be here for you if you're here for me."
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13. |
Euthanasia
10:22
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While you were away
I wrote a song to tell you everything I always meant to say,
but I forgot to write it down,
so it joined you where you always are:
in memory, never quite off the ground.
Dreams of sleeping on the floor.
Point your finger north, remind me that it's all that I'm good for.
Always the same on the return:
projecting holograms from smoke
to sit and wait to watch it burn.
Have I broke your sense of shame?
Do you remember when she taught you all the letters in my name?
The way your lungs just rearrange
to spit some truth about a year
I wish I'd swore to never change?
"The greatest things are left unhad,"
she whispered quietly as I spit out, "I'm not doing so bad."
And I will lie and lie and lie and lie and lie and lie and lie
so I can stay.
I will
let you die.
I will
be the hand that take you
silent in the night.
I will
not
ask
why.
Today I lost another tie.
It must have slipped out in the morning with the color of your eyes.
I made a point to crack the doors,
and I'm learning arson, setting house fires
till there's nothing left here to ignore.
I bet you're lying on your bed
pushing away the trains we hid from that still found you in the end.
Please promise me you won't remember all those words I didn't say
so I won't stay.
I will
let you die.
I will
be the hand that take you
silent in the night.
I will
not
ask
why.
I will
let you die.
I will
be the hand that take you
silent in the night.
I will not ask why.
I will
help you die.
I will
wash my hands of you.
There will be no fight.
And please
don't
ask
why.
While you were away
I broke some words over my knee,
and I want so badly
to
feel
sorry.
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14. |
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It's 2:30 in the morning on a Wednesday night,
and the setting settled in while we swapped horrors from our lives.
The fucked up shit we grew up with that made us feel alright.
Yea, let's talk about our exes, trading sex for feeling fine.
And the pills we might have swallowed or forgotten yesterday
are lost amidst the futon, the black holes, and pillow spread.
We're both fucked up and we know it, and we know that it's okay,
so screw the grand design. I'm not aligned, and I'll never be that way.
I
don't care
what I did
last year.
And I
don't care.
You're falling from the bedside and I'm falling in the ground,
beneath the pines, the frozen soil, and the ice in dirtied mounds.
And in those moments where I realize there's no other place to go
I shove my fingers down my throat to purge my sick into the snow.
But you said to me that you once had these pills inside you, too,
and of the red tracks that would follow as you blindly staggered through.
How can we wake up every morning while we feel the way we do?
I'm not sure, but I'm awake now and just sitting here with you.
And I
don't care
how I got here.
And I
don't care.
And some nights it's just dreams of the proper way to grip a knife,
but it's 2:30 in the morning and I think we'll be alright.
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Moon News Bloomington, Indiana
Moon News is Liam Kingsley, a New York–born musician who currently resides in Bloomington, Indiana.
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