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When I was a soldier
no one saw me
and I was a mother
I blew up the house we made
and I was made
from the oil in the ocean
not good at love
just good at burning up
Little plastic soldiers.
I can't feel you.
I had a battalion.
A sea gnawing its cliff.
You know that force,
that Molotov ghost--
you can call it wind,
you'll still get carried away.
Little plastic soldiers,
I'll follow you.
I was safe with you for awhile.
I saw my love in the ocean
and I had my mission
that you'd live, if you didn't see me.
The wind would stop--
nothing would stir the sea
for awhile, for awhile.
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The Dreamkeeper and a gun--
He keeps you far away
I sleep as you run
The Dreamkeeper and a gun--
now I sleep with whiskey on my tongue
to taste you--
And in the land of what I want
armed guards spy
through the slatted gates of your eyes,
your thumbs are bullets
that wont go in straight lines
The Dreamkeeper and a gun--
you're now as near as the vision of sleep
like looking through sandstorm at a memory
And in the land of desire
sandstone desert of your skin
our love a dry lake,
all gone when I'm awake
The Dreamkeeper and a gun--
will you always be the only one I want?
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I'd be a fish
if I could be canned with you
I'd be a model citizen
if your city would let me in
I'd be an eclipse
if you'd always shine
I'd be the mountain's body
where you mine
Boyswan, I don't float
don't migrate when the seasons get cold
I'm always hanging out in pool halls
anywhere you go
Boyswan, take these bones
too heavy for your bed of seafoam
Boyswan, Boyswan, these arms could be your pond
When the weather is cool
I'll protect you
from the Zeus in you
He wouldn't touch a feather
if in this world we could protect each other
In this world you lift my eyes--
a honk from the traffic in the sky
In this world, you shine
but go south-- I don't have to say you're mine
Boyswan, I'd be your stream,
so you'd swim through me on your journey.
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Apocalypse Love Song
04:01
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He sleeps in the park
and the sky has no lid--
he sleeps in the park
because I can't live with him, O love
But I made it stop raining forever
I made us stop being lazy together
O love, I left you with no roof
and that's how I feel without you
Now that park is mostly straw
and my throat is too dry to sing
and the world is all kindling
when I can't be with him
I made it stop raining forever
the world shrinks to a raisin
when I can't be with him
I made it stop raining forever
now the world is all burning
and fire is our weather
Through this burning world we go
but if we never struggled alone
our souls would be couch potatoes
I made it stop raining forever
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We walked the streets of Montreal in the rain--
your eyes were stone blue
like the walls in the china town lanes.
My phone drowned in my purse,
our clothes became clear, blue skin.
Clear as the water that walls
this island town in.
I said this feels like a french film
but it felt like more than that--
thinking of your skin
I ran my hand down a store front's glass.
If this were a film, we'd have ended up in love.
In a letter, later, you said "I should have kissed
you in that storm." If I'd have wrote back,
I'd have said "what is a kiss for?"
Remember I reached out my hand
but not drop can pass through the skin.
If each of us is an island
how do we let more than the cold in?
If this were a film, we'd have ended up in love.
If this were a novel, we'd have ended up dead.
If this were a music video, I'd have got you in to bed.
But this is a song, so I guess I'll tell the truth.
Nothing happened with us, I still think about you.
If this were a film, we'd have ended up in love.
We walked the streets of Montreal in the rain
and I wonder if I'll ever see you again.
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Montreal
04:34
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We walked the streets of Montreal in the rain--
your eyes were stone blue
like the walls in the china town lanes.
My phone drowned in my purse,
our clothes became clear, blue skin.
Clear as the water that walls
this island town in.
I said this feels like a french film
but it felt like more than that--
thinking of your skin
I ran my hand down a store front's glass.
If this were a film, we'd have ended up in love.
In a letter, later, you said "I should have kissed
you in that storm." If I'd have wrote back,
I'd have said "what is a kiss for?"
Remember I reached out my hand
but not drop can pass through the skin.
If each of us is an island
how do we let more than the cold in?
If this were a film, we'd have ended up in love.
If this were a novel, we'd have ended up dead.
If this were a music video, I'd have got you in to bed.
But this is a song, so I guess I'll tell the truth.
Nothing happened with us, I still think about you.
If this were a film, we'd have ended up in love.
We walked the streets of Montreal in the rain
and I wonder if I'll ever see you again.
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9. |
Seafoam
04:54
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