1. |
movie magic
03:08
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well it’s just like every other time
tinkling music and a wobbly screen
takes us back, back
to that vicious dark corner
where the violins swell
and your hands are lit dimly
by those pretty young faces
by that movie magic
chorus:
and i am dry and cold
as the desert at midnight
so what are you waiting for
what are you waiting for
well it’s just like every other time
pan down to us sitting in your dad’s car
one long shot
of your hand on my thigh
and the violins swell
and your eyes flicker briefly
at my pretty young face
at that movie magic
chorus
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2. |
worship
02:58
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pitter patter on the skylight
i am full to bursting with danger
and in the fabric of the future
there are scribbled pages
of hymns to me
and deep down underground
there are bits of soil
that prophesied my being
and in the insulation
lives a family of rats
who whisper of my power
and high in the branches
the thought of a leaf next spring
knows my soul intimately
and they will offer up roadkill
and put cacti on my altars
and burn the things that hurt them
because that’s what i would do
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3. |
pretty things
03:22
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yeah the clouds moved over the fields
casting giants’ shadows
and i don’t even know
if you had crossed my mind then
and i hope you hadn’t
and i hope you hadn’t
cause i want to keep my beautiful things safe
hide away my pretty things
where you can’t touch them
not ever again
yeah they walked on the frozen river
and tossed aside their shoes
and half of that’s made up
but i hold it near and dear to my heart
to my heart
to my heart
and i try to keep those beautiful things safe
hide away my pretty things
where you can’t touch them
not ever again
yeah dead things washed up on the shore
beached whales and hunted porpoises
and i went still and limp even when
it wasn’t you handling me
cause i want to keep my beautiful things safe
hide away my pretty things
where you can’t touch them
not ever again
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4. |
multicursal
02:21
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so you took me down some bends in the road
but all those small turns added up to a real tangled path
and you know i barely notice when i walk it again
cause i've got good muscle memory
and some confusing recall
but i am learning and learning and learning
and i am walking out into the grass
and i'm remembering it was a long time ago
that i squirmed out of your grasp
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three note oddity Massachusetts
colin carter sanborn is an art history student with a fondness for assemblage and an endless appreciation for repetitive noise. the three note oddity was a numbers station.
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