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I heard a rumour you never get old I saw a summer dissolve into cold I licked a knife and it cut my tongue Flesh became blade then the three became one Jesus on a jet plane He flies before he walks A tourist and a dead man One thousand years apart If youthfulness is over And time is all you got Living as a lighthouse And seabirds at your arms 30ft of schooner and a sound for sound's sake Hazel mud, an empty house but no ears to take hold I licked a knife and cut your throat from your tongue Beak became blade then the three became one
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Joseph Cassel or John Michael Ernahue or God, D-16. I swept past Saint Francis in clouds of brass on Lao Tzu’s shin. I sang to Plato’s pen a petrified black requiem. I seeded a poet’s kiss to Nietzsche’s mewling syphilis. The mirror is a misericorde. Scratch a Joseph and you'll find a Jospehine. Scratch a testicle and you'll find an ovary. Invert him if you can: your peeling Schmerzensmann. Q: “Who wrote Woyzeck?” A: “Buchner!” No, no, no! He stole it from God! Thermodynamics is a thief's safe. The trompe l'oile of a time-grave. They’re all its nom de plumes; they’re its inter-fucking dopplegangers. Q: “And Madame Bovary?” A: “Flaubert!” No, no, no! He stole it from God! Peeled open Eden with a sweet tooth to core the apple of the mot juste. But mot justes are membranes; the corneas of my paper eyeballs. Q: “And The Ego and the Id?” A: “Freud!” No, no, no! He stole it from God! Who created all the sulkers? Detuned the static in the sulcus? Their choice is my voice; this institution is a ring of heaven. My true mouth has a billion teeth. I'm a rainbow in a human sheath. I'm twelve miles of missed smiles. I'm the shadow cast behind your shadow. So I understand when I'm not there you think you don't miss me and you think you don't care. But drunk, alone, in a half-empty house, I move the furniture when you fall over. One day, you’ll know. “Ecce homo.” In dreams you’ll crow “Ecce Homo”.
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What's with this blank expression? Can't find the words to change it My mood and mind is feeling lost Losing the will to try again Sitting up to sit back down I can't get used to this sense of uselessness Pulling every fibre out Trying to pin down My only use is Useless You said “I’ll wait til' you’re better” But I have no intention to wait for you You sleep while I am frightened Where is my life going to? I’m told that “this will all work out” and “stop pretending love is lost” If smiles were half as easy as lies I’d brighten up your day And I’m hoping this all works out Because I’m slipping through you You’re gripping to me And I’m content with being like that Because you’re changing faces In different places Stop with these questions You’re no exception to the rule But you can see a human being in me
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What did I say What did I speak Which flag did I raise, for you to burn down You take pride Names are dropped wide A loyalty in speech Never does quite reach Picked up, put down When choice is received, of higher game, among unpleasant trees Now I sit here on shelf 593 Ridged and burnt On broken knees
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The train came in sideways The plane fell down Jerk awake from the wreckage in the hotel lounge Pat out the fires and call the waiter for a cancerous cheque A little sweet malignancy to sour my breath I've started laying off my minerals one by one My particles are packing up their confessions Because we’re far too long dying Far too long spent In doomed negotiations with the firmament Is this it? Are we just ... ? But there’s no shivers in livers No groans in bones No shock wave windows beautifying our homes There’s no gunshots No enemies Bomb-shelter ends I’ll sit flicking through my iPhone 'til I choke on my friends I’ll welcome every single freckle I’ll bless you to bloom Help yourself to my lymphocytes and memories too I hope no maker’s waiting glancing at the clock in his seat Cos' I’m sick of queuing up and kicking my feet Sucking in fibre Blowing out shit So suffer little children See if I care Suck a Samaritans' receiver if you don’t think it’s fair There was a God in a moral but the chrysalis split And the towns filled up with nothing Now we’re drowning in it The flapping mouths like meatuses promising seed To reincarnate me to whoever I please If I only look snappy and thumb out the notes I’d rather place bets with my sweetheart over who will turn first To a ghost Sucking in fibre Blowing out shit The train came in sideways The plane fell down Jerk awake from the wreckage in the hotel lounge Pat out the fires and call the waiter for a cancerous cheque A little sweet malignancy to sour my breath I've started laying off my minerals one by one My particles are packing up their confessions Because we're far too long driving The nails through our wrists Is that all there is? Is that it? Is that it? Are we just sucking in fibre Blowing out shit? Is that all there is? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it?
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Alone at last but I'm a ghost when I'm with you I glow, I walk through walls and float around the room You won't believe your eyes, but it's always this way I'm in over my head, so it's probably best if you walk away To keep you all to myself, that ain't right. You're a weight on my halo I wanna sniff in the air as something to be proud of And that weight brings out the pack-rat in me Cos I've got seventy-eight organs but I want eighty-three I'm my brothers keeper I keep her away from her hope-chest Cos I wouldn't build her up before slinging her down To keep you all to myself, that ain't right.
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I thought I was suppose to be a man by now but I still don't know who I am The advice that they give is getting difficult because they're telling me it's my fault I'm trying to think but i can't conserve My energy and anger ain't getting what they deserve Looking back on my life and I'm loosing worth Shouting all of my lines so they can't be heard All your mistakes I can't forgive But all of mine you'll have to live with I thought i was suppose to know everything by now But I still don't know who I am I thought all I'd need is for my family to be proud But I'm keeping all of them out Looking back on my life and I'm loosing worth Shouting all of my lines so they can't be heard All your mistakes I can't forgive But all of mine you'll have to live with You'll have to hear all my ideas I'll have to hear all my faults In faults Faults
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In years to come when love-sick teens are writing this shit down This generic, formulaic fuzz will have burned out Don't forget it's in your head or there'll be hell to pay I'll put the boot in, to keep them guessing And I keep telling you get to the point I'm young and old I'm bought and sold I've never been so happy It's been a long time coming, but I'm next in line In years to come when love-sick teens are writing this shit down I'll put the boot in, to keep them guessing I'm young and old I'm bought and sold I've never been so happy
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Everyone that I touch seems to fall apart And this rusted skeletal mess is prone To false starts Go go automaton Programmed to fall over when drunk Drink dance Repeat Drink dance Developing a habit of tearing out my hair Developing a habit of lashing out at walls And this guy sat me down Said Self pity is for fools and emo kidz This method is proven to make you 47% happier And watch out because liberals have cut loose Changing the world with forum posts You have to superimpose what you want over what you see City gent conspiracy These people have forked tongues My nose is pressed up to the window But I'm not like these beautiful people With their effortless success I bought all my ethics from a record shop An off-cut in An off-cut of A satellite town You're superimposed

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