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quixotically) wrote2022-08-23 12:42 am
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miscellaneous [playlist v2]
RABBIT HEART (RAISE IT UP) the looking glass, so shiny and new
how quickly the glamour fades i start spinning, slipping out of time was that the wrong pill to take? (raise it up) you made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up but will it ever be enough? (raise it up, raise it up) it's not enough (raise it up, raise it up) here i am, a rabbit-hearted girl frozen in the headlights it seems i've made the final sacrifice (we raise it up, this offering... we raise it up) this is a gift it comes with a price who is the lamb and who is the knife? midas is king, and he holds me so tight and turns me to gold in the sunlight |
DONUT HOLE
it's like the hole in a donut:
just like you can't isolate the hole proving you were really here is something i can never do try one more time, a hundred times all i remember is your face one more night i sleep, body wedged between blanket and bed if there really were thoughts that never die would that give us relief? i can't hope on things that have passed so just give me something to fill it with when i'd try to count all the feelings i lost, i'd find i forgot even the voice you shared with me goodbye, and we'll never ever meet again that's just what feeling i get — that's what i thought — the tears come pouring out, there's nothing i can do |
TIME TO DANCE
she didn't choose this role,
but she'll play it and make it sincere, so you cry — you cry (give me a break) but they believe it, from the tears and the teeth right down to the blood at her feet boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams (give me a break) have some composure, where is your posture? oh, no, no — you're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong |
HOMESICK
well, i left my home on hollow bones
while you were curled and sleeping and i wandered far beneath a concrete star and slept along the highways but even though i am lost all the time i've got hooks in my sides that you left there but you're not the same, you died along the way now we're ghosts, and we're praying for winter well, i found a wheel that squeaks and squeals and i left it on your doorstep 'cause i heard that you might be broken, too and i thought it'd keep you company |
WANDERER'S WANDERING DAUGHTER
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
travel the land and i live like a martyr the things that i do aren't the things that i teach if i spend my time practicing, when will i preach? i do what i must as you do what you oughta i am the wanderer's wandering daughter take all my pain and mix it with water i am the wanderer's wandering daughter i'm lost, and alone, and i'm fair and i'm free you am what you is and i are who i be what i'm lacking in strength, i make up for in smarts you keep your stability — i'll keep my heart |
I'LL THINK OF YOU
i'll think of you when i'm down
when my heart is on the ground and i will never lose my way, even if the skies are gray 'cause i will think of you when i'm down oh, it's a long and winding road but you don't have to walk alone 'cause no matter where we are, i will keep you in my heart, and i will think of you as i go |
CARRY ON
if you're lost and alone,
or you're sinkin' like a stone carry on may your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground, and carry on whoa, my head is on fire, but my legs are fine — after all, they are mine lay your clothes down on the floor close the door, hold the phones, show me how no one's ever gonna stop us now |
MOMENTUM
you are the rain on the fire
deep in the trees when no one was looking should i speak of this? should i speak of this? you are a mirage in the distance that defies the heat of the desert should i believe in you? should i believe in you...? all we need is a little bit of momentum break down these walls that we've built around ourselves all we need is a little bit of inertia break down and tell, break down and tell — |
LEVEL UP
begin again
dynamite the dam on the flow your body feels the tock tock tock of time as it hammers lord, we are all cinders from a fire burning long ago but here, it is the knock knock knock of your own heart that matters if you are afraid, come forth if you are alone, come forth now everybody here has loved and lost so level up, and love again |
DISMANTLE. REPAIR
i am the patron saint of lost causes
a fraction of who i once believed (change) only a matter of time opinions, i will try and rewrite if life had background music playing your song i've got to be honest, i tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on and they sing, oh, whoa things are gonna change now, for the better and oh, whoa, things are gonna change hands, like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through dismantle me down (repair) you dismantle me, you dismantle me |
MORE HEART, LESS ATTACK
be the light in the crack
be the one that's been there on a camel's back slow to anger, quick to laugh be more heart and less attack be the wheels not the track be the wanderer that's coming back leave the past right where it's at be more heart and less attack the more you take, the less you have 'cause it's you in the mirror staring back quick to let go, slow to react be more heart and less attack ever growing, steadfast and if need be, the one that's in the gap be the never turning back twice the heart any man could have |
FROM THE MOUTH OF AN INJURED HEAD well, hold me against the floor
find something to bind my hands 'cause i don't know where i have been and i don't know what i have seen but the puzzle is carved into me and i know that i miss you but i don't even know your name oh, when you're near me, i feel okay yeah, when you're near me, i'm not ashamed and the holes in my head they explain in my sleep, i can hear a voice, a call, a withering echo and it sings, it sings all-knowing words, but ones i can't understand like running water slipping through my fingers when i'm down near the window, i feel your hands as you bind my head i'm watching birds through the open shades i hear you wonder if i'm okay or if the cracks are too deep in my brain in my sleep, i can hear a voice, a call, a withering echo and it sings, it sings all-knowing words, but ones i can't understand here it goes again... but there's something missing there's something lost in my head could you help me fix it? could you please come stitch me up? 'cause i don't know how, yeah, i don't know how the answers are buried in me and i know that i miss you but i don't even know your name... |
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