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Treegirl
02:56
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Sometimes I feel each breath is drawing me on.
And I know this glow won't last for long.
Always caught planning, not understanding why,
I am wasting, while flowers are tasting life.
Our pockets full of waste in every shade.
Sacred shoes, unused, wait for the parade.
Tearing and sparing, scrimping and limping by,
Losing chances, while breezes are dancing high.
Tuck your tail again, there's no time to win out a minute.
Lose your face to live. Join the race to give up your days, just...
Peel it away, feel through the gray and grasp a day.
Run through the bliss, a glorious abyss to swallow you whole.
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2. |
Magic Pants
03:06
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Corduroy speed, princess flies.
Pounding pavement of the skies.
Hot feet burning like hooves.
Fossils found for her love.
Everybody wants to,
Everybody needs you,
Everybody feels this way.
Buttons below my knees,
Ridges of velocity.
A power that is mine alone.
I am a superhero.
I am a superhero.
Everybody wants to,
Everybody needs you,
Everybody feels this way.
A private screening, cinema queen,
Stretching skin at the seams.
Cotton doll surgery,
I've got skin at my seams,
Spin on my knees some more.
Buttons below my knees,
Ridges of velocity.
A power that is mine alone.
I am a superhero.
I am a superhero.
Everybody wants to,
Everybody needs you,
Everybody feels this way.
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3. |
R Impediment R
02:48
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Say purse, "puss,"
Oh, pocketbook, handbag.
Say rabbit, "wabbit,"
Oh, bunny, cottontail.
Why you gotta mock me so hard?
Why you gotta listen to my R's?
Can you row, "woah,"
No, my boat won't go.
Can you cry, "cwy,"
Guess not, I must be happy.
Why you gotta mock me so hard?
Why you gotta listen to my R's?
Mr. R ripping rubber bands,
Ripping rubber bands,
Ripping rubber bands.
Mr. R races rowdily 'round red roses, rocks roll rarely.
Mr. R races rowdily 'round red roses, rocks roll rarely.
Mr. R races rowdily 'round red roses, rocks roll rarely.
Run rarely, right rarely, I'm rare.
R, impediment R,
Rotten R.
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4. |
Big
03:00
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You're so big, now ain't you proud?
Your fist falls heavy down on us.
Do you have to yell so loud?
The neighbors might hear.
Sweet brother, knock the door down with your fragile skull,
While I hide beneath the bed.
Limbs flying, no use crying, might be me instead,
Might be me instead...
I survive on a string of stolen lies,
Awake at night.
Defective affection, a collection of the cumbersome and trite.
Kneeling down we make the sign,
Once a week to seek sublime,
On the surface, things are fine,
If your eyes are shut.
Sweet brother, be more careful, will you ever learn,
To appease the growing rage?
A martyr, takes it harder, might be me instead.
Might be me instead...
I survive on a string of stolen lies,
Awake at night.
Defective affection, a collection of the cumbersome and trite.
Sunken secrets, dig deeper,
Gotta keep her tied down,
Drink or drown.
Tearing tresses, repressing,
Undressing her up,
From behind.
Pavement tearing violently,
Shattered tranquility,
Just shut your face immediately,
Or we're going back.
Instead I survive on a string of stolen lies,
Awake at night.
Defective affection, a collection of the cumbersome and trite.
You're so big, no ain't you proud.
Your fist falls heavy down on us.
Do you have to yell so loud?
The neighbors might hear.
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5. |
Anti-Gravity
02:39
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I don't mean to sound too mean,
But sometimes I wish you would fall.
I don't mean to sound too mean,
But sometimes I wish you would fall...
Into a bottomless pit,
So I wouldn't have to avoid you,
At the supermarket.
How does it change so quickly?
I don't know.
How do we change?
We are deranged,
Each day remains the same.
How do we fade away?
And I'm wishing you the best,
As long as your best is far away.
And I'm wishing you the best,
As long as your best is far away...
From me and all of my friends,
I hear outer space is a good place,
For contemplation.
How does it change so quickly?
I don't know.
How do we change?
We are deranged,
Each day remains the same.
How do we fade away?
Why can't the laws of gravity,
Cease to exist just for you?
Why can't the laws of gravity,
Cease to exist just for you...
To float away from here.
Float away, float away.
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6. |
Tea For Two
03:35
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Can you curl up into nothing?
Then show me how,
I want you to show me how.
Can you stand up and fight for something?
Then do it now,
I want you to do it now for me.
I want tea for two,
I just want to waste another day with you.
Twisting, turning, drowning in our sea.
Torn out, worn out, I chose my own route,
A snooty girl, selfish girl.
I'm an outcast, born to outlast you,
Run away, I'm no fun today.
I want it back,
Hopscotch and jacks for me to play.
It's Saturday, it's Saturday.
I want tea for two,
I just want to waste another day with you.
Twisting, turning,
Rolling down the hill at noon.
Grass gets in my hair, but I don't care.
Candy clouds are sweet when you are here with me.
Tea for two when you are here with me.
Free with you.
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7. |
Bathwater
02:04
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Beauty in the way the bricks are falling down on me.
Digging through the hay, my fingertips are ground away.
Beauty in the way we look for needles,
We need an idol to lead our mice away, away.
Throw out the water, lose the babe.
Danger in the way your lips can swallow up my head.
Ringing out a rosy, posy bits are torn to shreds.
Danger in the way we sift through ashes,
We lift eyelashes, too fast is falling down today.
Throw out the water, lose the babe.
Throw out the water, lose the babe.
Throw out the water, lose the babe.
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8. |
Canteloupe
02:04
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Round and round, won't you come around into me?
Soft and tender, sink your teeth into flesh.
Feel it dribble down your chin,
Let it sink right in,
Let it sink right in.
Gnawing, clawing, all consuming the fruit.
Deeply swallow, fill the hollow of you.
Feel it dribble down your chin,
Let it sink right in,
Let it sink right in.
Beautiful doorway,
Ponderous story,
Grow larger.
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9. |
Salad Fork
03:32
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And he doesn't know the difference,
Between a dinner fork and a salad fork,
But it doesn't make a difference to me.
Because he's the one doing dishes tonight,
Or tomorrow, or whenever he gets around to it.
Hanging up and hanging around,
You're inside out.
I'm upside down.
Just another ordinary, extraordinary day.
Harried, married, quite contraried,
Wouldn't have it any other way.
And he doesn't seem to understand,
Why I can't wear high heels with those slacks.
And I just can seem to understand why,
He wears the same pair of corduroy pants every day.
Ok, so maybe they're different shades of gray.
Hanging up and hanging around,
You're inside out.
I'm upside down.
Just another ordinary, extraordinary day.
Harried, married, quite contraried,
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Over-investigate the way we live.
Don't underestimate the way we live.
Just another ordinary, extraordinary day.
Harried, married, quite contraried,
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Just another ordinary day for us.
Just another ordinary day for us.
Just another ordinary day for us.
Just another ordinary day for us.
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10. |
Pedestal
03:53
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Give back the time they took away from me,
So I can be a child of wonder,
Wonderful, I spin around,
My feet are on the ground.
Is this real? Am I found?
Can I feel?
Dig a hole beneath the pine tree,
Make it deep enough to hide the corpse,
Of what we found be beside the stairs,
It stares, so empty, just like me.
Wings are bent. Broken life,
Is spent.
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling down against your lies.
I'm a good girl, least I try to,
Live up to the hopes of all the voices,
Calling, tearing me apart.
They whisper, linger, shouting,
Try again. Sorry,
Try again
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling, I am crawling down from here.
I dismantle, piece by piece,
I give you every piece, it's not enough,
To make you nod approvingly,
I disappear, I disappoint them.
So what's the point then?
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling, I am crawling,
I am calling, I am crawling,
Down, down, down.
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling down against your lies.
I am falling, I am crawling down,
From here.
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11. |
Wunderfit
03:38
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If you take the time to list the times you've had the time to list.
You will find there's no time to listen.
Everything you see is here because it isn't over there,
And everywhere else is here-say.
What's the reason, what's the rhyme,
For the reason that you find for it?
It's our treason, it's our crime,
It's the season of the Wunderfit.
Every day is laid upon the scaffold to be weighed,
For days that can amaze or faze or raise us.
And every night is blight of light that might have found what's right,
Instead we fight with might that slights the righteous.
What's the reason, what's the rhyme,
For the reason that you find for it?
It's our treason, it's our crime,
It's the season of the Wunderfit.
Wunderfitful world we're given.
Wunderfitful life we live in.
Wunderfitful girl is riven here with you.
Empty out the spaces in the places that have grace to face,
Up to the race for place, disgraceful.
Shock the elders with a melding shelter, held in, felt for,
Anybody welted by a belt whip.
What's the reason, what's the rhyme,
For the reason that you find for it?
It's our treason, it's our crime,
It's the season of the Wunderfit.
Wunderfit.
Wunderfit.
Wunderfitful life.
Wunderfitful world.
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12. |
Tightrope
05:11
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I go.
You know that I grow stronger.
I know,
You grow so slowly smaller.
Call her,
Crazy, lazy, a hazy eye visionary,
Lady, maybe you saved me,
Just barely,
Bear me...
Singing,
I am clinging tightly to you,
Bringing me home.
Stall them,
Appall them, gall them,
Shameless.
Haul me,
Faulty kid, call me,
Nameless.
Tame Miss shrew bird,
You hear it, true words,
Faultless.
A new girl,
To whirl around your thoughts less.
I've got less...
Singing,
I am clinging tightly to you,
Bringing me...
Singing,
I am clinging tightly to you,
Bringing me home.
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Bellhouse Mercer, Pennsylvania
The songwriting and home-recording project of multi-instrumentalists Kimberly & Tony Paglia. Piano-based songwriting with eclectic, genre-hopping arrangements that combine acoustic and electronic sounds.
Bellhouse recommends:
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