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Introduction, Part III
02:38
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(i had trouble distinguishing my dreams from reality)
it gleams like a halo, that ring around your head
these pale grey eyes can't distinguish what it really is
but it gleams like a halo, that ring around your head
you looked shy of astral through the eyes of the devil
c'mon, baby, c'mon-
convince me we're both real
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hundreds of rows of eyes
04:24
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we pulled off and parked on the wrong side of the road
your florescent wings lit like an angel's
in the headlight's ethereal glow
i couldn't tell if that was thorns crowning your head
or a dayglo halo-
we move we move we move
with our hands over our eyes
and above us a moon like a halogen bulb
smashed and obsessed with it's carcinogenic dust storm
i couldn't tell if that was thorns crowning your head
or a dayglo halo-
we move we move we move
with our hands over our eyes
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Weight
03:41
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you're gonna carry that weight because I know you can
i'm gonna carry that weight because i know i can
i keep falling in love with Americans
you know I was raised on pomp and circumstance
it's such a very long song
for such a very short dance
i will carry your weight because i know i can
such a long song for such a short dance
Fuck that shit I already took my chance
I'm a lonesome guy and I hate to dance
Destroy everything I touch that's just who i am
it's my luck that you only love me on ativan
it's such a very long song
for such a very short dance
i will carry your weight because i know i can
such a long song for such a short dance
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5. |
A Portrait of the Artist
03:20
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Sweaty gripped hands wrung in anticipation of our own solipsistic lonesome.
You're tracing circles on my back,
wider and lighter with each pass
Holding hostage now this spectre of your former contemplation- i am tempted to move these heavy arms but my synapses fail and shudder my hands my legs my whole body corroding.
But you? You bore the insect's veins- bathed in my visceral haze.
Trays of dead bees. I know omens find you, but I tend to ignore them when they find me.
years of earth on rotation
i sink my teeth in
the insect's blood tastes like honey and poison
overwhelms me with some selfish emotion
has me convinced me to shed my skin as a need not a desire
to lay me down by the ocean, split my head open just let me be born again then send me off to sea- i'll grow my own insect wings and fly so close to the sun that I crash my way out of reality.
And eventually, out of your dreams.
But now I'm content with just memories of sleep,
God knows I haven't made new ones recently
(like Hiroshima, all shadows- no bodies)
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6. |
Interlude
02:04
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7. |
Beginning in an End
02:31
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is this the end? (this is the end)
spectre of illumination on the horizon
obsessed with the worst facets of myself
she saw the devil in my reflection
as i ascend the stairs i feel you in toe
disguised as heavenly voices
fear of distorted reality-
am i the voice appears inside your head?
don't turn out the light
this mirror reflects what's deep inside your skin
looking out the back of your head
i'm just the voice that resides in your skull
spend the rest of your fortune on synthetic remorse and a divorce from reality...
this really is the end. (IS THIS THE END? THIS IS THE END)
I'm orchestrator and conductor
judge and the jury
executioner and his victims
baby i'm all of the above
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what a miserable devotion
my half-hearted self-promotion
flowerbeds will bloom in our wake
roses will bloom every place
fields of poppies, fields of orchids
deep behind your eyes trembling leaves
they bloom everyday
flowerbeds will bloom in our wake
flowerbeds will bloom in our wake and wilt in the frost on new year's day
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9. |
Falling
06:15
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it's over like that
no more questions to ask
following home the glow of your porch light
floating and singing above your garden
will you compost me?
i'm the worms and i'm the soil
i'm fresh fruit with a healthy sheen
in nature they don't know what it means
will you compost me?
i'm the worms and i'm the soil
it's over like that
no more questions to ask
it's hard to... fuck it-
it's over like that
no more questions to ask
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10. |
Vicious Streak (redux)
04:52
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this cruelty can barely be contained
begging and pleading for this vicious streak to end
begging and pleading for this vicious streak to end
i can't focus i can't concentrate
cracking the pavement with your fall from grace
quit talking so i can self destruct
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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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