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Where Nothing Remains
04:04
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I heard your body was a temple
But inside mine you'll find no praying monks or reclining Buddha
But beneath my skin, you'll uncover a reservoir
One that, an oil man could never breach
Valueless, but you perforated it perfectly without even a drill
It was more than a simple surface strike
Once the substance was exalted it became unstoppable
It spewed sputtering shiny silver on lovers, loved ones, strangers and you
The strangers showered in it, the lovers and loved ones lied in it
But you, you absorbed every single drop of it
Until, you began to glow
I was whole, I was full of holes
You were the light I was meant to follow
Now I'm divided going from Nirvana into limbo
Dragging your drill to other desirable deserts
Don't forget about the land you left empty
How I long to be drained again
But tell me who wants to buy land
Where nothing remains
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Jazz Bands
02:09
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Jazz bands play bebop in the background
In front of me your shoes begin to tap
Click clack, don't worry I'll always play your sap
to and fro, spinning front to back
Please don't leave
How would you like it if we sat out in the rain
And the drops dripping from the sky would blend into the tears on your face
I stick my hand into the mud
To prove to you how quickly handprints
Wash away
Wherever his hands were mine take up twice the space
Princesses aren't as perfect as you want them to be
Fragments go missing, but get reformed in different shapes
Your mirror is broken, but your reflection shines perfectly
So pretty
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Yi Yi
02:49
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When I saw your white underwear
I felt like the earth
Participating in its first rotation
You were a creature of the sea
While I swam in kitchen sinks
Now I want to show you what you've never seen
Gracefully perched on the white board
Reminiscent of gargoyles on gothic ledges
Not knowing how to swim I jumped in
I thought I was dead, but only a little wet
Sometimes I stare at the back
of people's heads
Long enough, that I forget their faces
So could you do me a favor?
Can you turn around?
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Hospital Sheets
02:03
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Lay me lightly on a stretcher
Forget to strap my limbs in
Let them swing let them sway
I'm pressed I'm pure like a hospital sheet
Fold me like origami
Press your fingers along my crease
Reach the corners and freeze
i'm pressed I'm pure like a hospital sheet
Let some air in the ambulance
Don't let the angels in
Don't my father in if you can find him
One in a million chance
Black blood dripping down your bare legs
I want to be a white screen
With no movies projected on me
I want to be a blank slate
That makes people think oh god what is she thinking
I want to pretend
That no one is me
I'm not a bird
I'm not a bee
There is no story
Finally
I'm pressed
I'm pure
Like a hospital sheet
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Cam Girl
01:06
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