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Crawl across towards your window I'm calling softly from the street Always a lonely widow Half awake and sleeping on my feet I'm of age but have no children
my dream girl don't exist and at the age of five she slit her wrists she didn't know that i'de be hanging around so her parents buried her in the ground
Jeff: "This is a Phil Spector song.." I love how your eyes close Whenever you kiss me And when I'm away from you I love how you miss me I love the way
Daddy please hear this song that I sing In your heart there's a spark that just screams For a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you
Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen makes babies to breathe With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets As soft as beets in some brown dresser
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There are beads that wrap Around your knees that crackle into the dark Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head Like the feeling you get when
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Your prettiness is seeping through Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty And my emptiness is swollen shut Always a wretch, I have become so empty
So wake up, run your lips across your fingers till you find Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high To remind yourself that you didn't die On
Growing sleepy as the rain falls As children draped in flowers form a chain They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls As night falls into dust and
Cindy smiles in overcoats She says, "Please stay awhile, like ice cream floats and dreams And I will fill your heart with boats and bells and beans
This song was recorded in Jeff's bedroom in Louisiana when he was 17 years of age. Some of the sounds featured are his sister playing piano, his mother
Speaker 1: I was off in a forest somewhere, I don't know where, but, somewhere and I was sitting on top of this huge tree and I don't know how I got there
Sweet communist The communist daughter Standing on the seaweed water Semen stains the mountaintop Semen stains the mountaintop With coca leaves along
s so many waiting here for you And she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929 With wings that ring around a socket, right between her spine All drenched in milk
All I perceive is wasted and broken Silvery streams, sacred when spoken Slam into me and into the ditch of debris And you smoke in the park, you sleep
