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The revolution is done, but it's hard to tell who won. Anastasia is dead; she learned her lesson in lead. Her tiny body is scorched - not cremated - scorched and burned. Arising with the smoke of another mass grave, her sister's unfinished prayer fell on what seemed were deaf ears. What is so surprising? It has always been that way. And so the new regime, uses the old means of violence and coercion to make people think, to make people believe, that they have all they could have ever wanted: just to be saved by the devil they didn't know. What is so surprising? It has always been that way.
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Koala Tea Time - Flake
03:36
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The day you died the sky went black
Your mom, she said your spirit went above the clouds
The day they buried you
I ask for you to come back home and it began to rain
The branches and vines grew over the bench that I put into the woods where we used to have those talks
We said "together forever" but we were just stupid kids
I said "I'll follow you wherever you go" but I'm just a stupid kid
Plus I've still got sometime left back here that I've gotta kill
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I’m in a line of mourners clad all in black, laughing about the good times they had with the one who is dead. and they clutch in their hands these words that will help them make sense of it all.
I’m tugging at my collar, it’s a little too tight around my neck- like a noose. but I’m used to it now. that looming threat feels alright at this point. i’m just hoping I don’t see you around.
'cause a twenty-year ghost is a hard one to shake. it slides up your shoulders and leaks from your face. and you’re lying face down in an empty tub, wishing it would rain.
self-immolation could give you the flames of a hell you’ll never reach once you’re reduced to ashes. it’s not a pretty way to go, I know. but some people only watch racing for the crashes.
'cause a twenty-year ghost is a hard one to shake, it slides up your shoulders and leaks from your face. and you’re lying face down in an empty tub, wishing it would rain.
'cause a twenty-year ghost is a tough one to lose, it flows down your back and it fills up your shoes. and you’re closing your eyes, ‘cause you’re ready to pay your dues.
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a solitary protestor holds up a sign that says 'peace is the answer' and i wish i could agree with him but i haven't felt 'at peace' since like 2010
here's the thing, we started out friends
it was cool but most nights i wanted the world to end
and some nights it almost did
but we moved out, we both did
to separate places
and sometimes i wonder if we're actually closer
or if we just extended our fatal separation
i still don't know where you are
it's been haunting me since i stepped out of your car and into the abyss
into the abyss, into the abyss, into the abyss
i go to the abyss, i go to the abyss
fuck all of this, fuck your persistence, into the abyss i go
to the abyss
because your name still resonates in the stairwells and hallways of the place i have to call my new home
is this shell or is this bone?
crawl out of it
cut it open
what's the difference?
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I said to you on the night that we met, "I am not well"
Our habits secrete to the sidewalk and street, our civic hell
And we covet the dark, share a cab to the park
And you'll let me speak of bearings undone, silver hair in the sun
We are only 30% dead and our parents go to sleep early
We destroy all of our esteem and the sunlight starts to shine through the trees
And the noise on this block keeps my mind interlocked and unfastened
And the struggle sheds skin, heavy breath is a deadly assassin
My sister's eyes flood like rivers of wine in your absence
So we echo each song to which you'd sing along
A circuit hymn and we'll sing it again
And we'll smoke til our pockets are empty
A person cannot live without sleep
And you can't hold up a story so heavy
We tell it so rarely
And in this place I think about you
The spirits and veins that you run through
And in this place I think about you
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And I saw your father drinking at a snowed in dive bar where the mirrors and the men they all look like God.
And I saw your mother winking somewhere behind my back and I saw all those lines we could never cross.
I am going, I am going, I am gone.
And dreams are made of things that have to go away like helium balloons or hangover headaches.
And I was walking home from Boston looking for my final home and I wrote you a letter but I lost it went searching for a pay phone.
'Cause when I die, I will die all alone.
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A serious dissapointment is what you are, always building success on the backs of your friends. Is it an end that you are comfortable with? Is it an end that sits well in your stomache. Is it an end that justifies all the means? Is it an end, that your stupid enough to repeat? Insanity is when you repeat yourself. It doesnt matter if I'm forgiven or not. Cause before I die I just want to set things right, before the night, sings me to sleep. Your gonna get low. Your gonna get lower still. Your Gonna get high, and your gonna get drunk. Your gonna give yourself up to someone who don't know your name.
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I'll kill myself with helium. It's time that Jupiter and I meet. I'll fill myself with osmium so Neptune can take the rest of my body. You know I try to be all yours but I belong to the sea and the sky. Is there a part of you will to let me go? Is there a part of you that knows I never felt home? Is there a part of you that wants me to be whole?
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bluehair - Tabris
03:26
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Sitting at the shore, with ode to joy caught in your throat
I watched the sunlit waves crash stir, sing note for note
I'd been there before, I'd rest there again
but without you
I'd just have to pretend
It'd all just flow forth
though I'm not the sort
it's my dilemma, I never managed
you reached your hands out to me
it's too bad I could never hold you in mine
god forbid that I try
it was your wish
and yet you put it on me
personal fulfillment could never be
You opened up your wings and became whole, fell back into the water
leaving behind me, empty, guilty
to return again and again to a silent shore
Silent waves, I can't sing for these waters
they only flow for you
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