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Main song lyrics:
He’s always tasted like a lazy man
Stale booze and cigarettes in the back of a tour van
Somehow I know she’ll do the best that she can
To wipe his ass when his shit hits the fan
Sometimes I wonder, has he married her yet?
That pretty little thing dancing for a ring like a marionette
The way she looks at me I see I’m a threat
Well I’ll always be the ghost in his head
He’s always tasted like a lazy man
Lick up the ashes on his mattress in his bedroom wasteland
Somehow I know she’ll do the best that she can
To wipe his ass when his shit hits the fan
A vicious trickster, a brittle biting bitch
A wicked storm to fray the rigid stitch
A jilted jester just pining for her prince
Tangled and twisted like a ribbon in the wind
Find the needle in the pile of dirt clothes
In the corner all wrinkled and worn and morose
Swear there’s a message in this bottle in my bag
Filled with bitter little pills to kill away the sad
And when I take them there’s an aching in my bones
And I don’t cry but I still feel alone
And I feel too alive like a ribbon in the wind
Tangled and twisted, I’m drowning in my skin
And we’re all just growing older
As slowly as we can
And the things that you hide from will find you
In your bedroom wasteland.
You’re on display so
Rot and decay, so
You’re on display, so
Rot and decay.
You’re on display, rot and decay
Rot and decay in your bedroom wasteland!
Chang'e's letter:
Dear Jade Rabbit, I hate this place – I’m losing my mind without you. And this man – these people – this world – so scattered and afraid. He’s not you. I need you. He can’t be you. And when he touches me. . . I’m forgetting. . . I pretend he’s you.
Dear Jade . . . (that pretty little thing dancing for a ring like a marionette) . . . Dear. . . Who? Am I talking to a ghost in my head?
Dear Moon,
Do you whisper to the stars? Do you frown in disappointment at all the broken hearts? And broken windows, of all the beat up cars – and the scattered tracks of needle scars.
Dear Moon,
And the rain, as it falls, makes a mockery of all the broken people in this town. So, bar tender, I surrender. I surrender. Pour this girl another fucking round.
Dear…. Dear… Dear? Dear, oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear, what do we have here? This man he sits alone, and he’s dry as a bone, empty as the glass in front of him. Don’t worry, dear. I have it hear – let me fill you full of gin.
Dear… who? Dear who? Dear… Houyi. Houyi? Who?
Dear Houyi. Oh dear, Houyi. Houyi. Houyi.
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Big Red Flag
01:57
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Waterfall Eyes
04:25
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Heart of Stone
04:58
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Turned to Dust
02:44
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Soup
03:17
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Love in a Cigarette
01:39
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Victoria Willow Olympia, Washington
Home recorded acoustic love songs.
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