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1cor13
02:46
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Take all the things that I said I love
and throw them out with that hate
Love requires that you be someone
I don't think that I'm ready yet
Oh the fall of man
it smolders like a rocket
taking everything it wants without a care
The devil needs me so he reaches in his pocket
and pulls out my own cross to bear
Oh who do you
believe in now son?
you know it all ends the same
They'll require more than you can give
so run boy run with the wind
Some people say that i can't be named
others still want to believe
But i know inside there's no book ?i can read
I'm an actor and life's a movie
Oh the fall of man
it smolders in my pocket
taking every precious thing I've ever loved
The devil hates me so he straps me to a rocket
he says dream but he knows what I've done.
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The Love Song of a Fool
03:06
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Another yellow evening
your arms draped on our table
I’m always thinking
when there’s a cigarette in your hand
your staring out into that certain street
where the faces that you’ve met are always faces that I’ll meet
Oh, your hair
amongst the silence of my pen
your coming up the stairs
my mind’s unwritten
More questions
“How was your day?”
“Fine.” “Just fine?”
“Of course.” “Ok.”
And on our way
to your friend’s place
you say, “What’s wrong?”
Well, I have tried to play
time and time again
“I am an older man
inside a younger man”
measured my life in increments
of coffee spoons and musical instruments
still the way
you have stayed
a silhouette in the window pane
when I have tried my best
put out your golden cigarette
don’t say a word
our sex is the argument
And I am the fool?
And I am the fool.
And I am the fool?
Hangovers in the morning
like moths attached and pinned
burnt out on the cheap glass
hotel lamps
above our bed
We understand
little to nothing
about the “something”
that snuck out, punching
disturbed in our drunkenness
I am nothing
but I plucked your strings
I am nothing
but I’ve heard you sing
Well, I have tried to play
time and time again
I am a fisherman
of a sinking sentence
measure life with discontent
and siren songs and meticulous dissonance
still the way
you have stayed
a silhouette in the window pane
when I have tried my best
throw out our ragged nets
don’t get undressed
our sex is an arsonist
And I am the fool?
And I am the fool.
And I am the fool?
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To:
02:05
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Clever Poem, Dear
03:14
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Boo
03:05
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