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It's a legitimate complaint
the sun is just a stain
straight into my heart with that stake
dark oozes in thru the cracks in your doorframe
Who's the darkness in your doorway?
It's the black that made Adam sin
Saintly Pontius will make sure Jesus won't rise again
she'll wait for me again
he'll wait for her again
Dali-esque clock's burning second
i'll wait til time moves again
tell me tell me tell me where is your man?
i'm drawn by my red right hand magnetic south
spikes pierce your wrists and never ever ever come out
you're the wind lifting up her skirt
sacrificial bender, a fluid gender
capillary confession
am i your lack of discretion?
she'll wait for me again
he'll wait for her again
Dali-esque clock's burning second
i'll wait til time moves again
tell me tell me tell me where is your man?
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Applause (sober)
04:24
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She said she saw Satan in my eyes
I saw her as a losers prize
one hand wash the other
two hands isn't always applause
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Distinct Personalities
02:53
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Sex becomes the issue
in this discourse you protect
no amount of talking could ever prevent
caffeine jabberjaw chews off their own lips
placing bets now, baby, let's see what you get
I'm inclined to agree
instinct of maternity
hint hint, nudge nudge - take it!
potential to shrink and escape it
Distinct Personalities
Drink from the well, baby, drink deep
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Another Dance Number
03:54
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I wear this mask of influence like a bag over my face
I drink from the well of miscreants, dropped their leash and ran the fuck away
use your disillusionment
to build a white picket fence
around this old decrepit place
we're sick and tired - complain
it is never it is always too late
tore his tongue from his head, rammed his teeth into his skull
ashing smoke into his jawbone
cramming ash into every hole
alright alright alright
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Choking on It
01:27
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before the flood they took everything they owned and stored it away in a special place
it's safe to say my aversion to all of this does not exist
and you know what?
i'm really starting to hate the feeling i get
like i'm carried away in a slipstream
an unconscious acknowledgment
that i am more flaws than man
i'm choking on it
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he resigns to his bed in the middle of the street
ties strings together loosely, rests in deceit
flowers won't bloom within a mile of here
losing realities traction, no birds over head
wives tales
cautionary retreat
it took her a while to notice she was alone out there
strictly solitary like the middle of the sea
waves lapping up now, on top of she
well you know those fish
they need to eat
delusions rest easy
spring out in heat
lessons learned from old wives tales
cautionary deceit
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IJ Morrison Moline, Illinois
Ian Morrison's solo projects live here
New LIVE SEX ACTS album coming very soon! Look for @livesexacts on instagram for updates.
Writing for the next acoustic album in progress as well.
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