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Young Slow Summers
00:53
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Baby Obedient
03:02
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I still feel fingertips in my mouth
I heard my mother sleeping on the couch
My auntie’s different when the sun goes down
I’m acting different now
There’s a mountain on the horizon
I still stare out the window
This is okay, that’s what my cousins
Say about this all
The doors blow open
And I keep hoping
Her hands are working
And she keeps stroking
My mother hates it
When the window’s open
Sister obedient
Can you please stop smoking?
There’s a Bible on the desk
You try to read out the demons
I found percocet in the cabinet
Your coldest kiss of the season
The doors blow open
And I keep showing
My hands are working
Boy I’ll keep working
Your mother hates it
When the window’s open
Baby obedient
Won’t you please stop crying
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Pistachios
00:53
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4. |
Big Bad Wolf
03:41
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There’s a truth to a nice guy finishing last, and we’re laughing it up
Or at least some truth between you and I finishing something in the past
But I’m the sweetest beast I know
With tall shadows I cast
I am so handsome, own no grimace
But my blue blood new romantics
But you should know if I want something, I will take it with the claws
My father taught me quite a lot; the crowd was cheering in applause
That I deserve this and I’ll use it like a third string in the slot
I’m a beggar begging for attention baby please just open the door
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
Flash my teeth, and they’ll believe--anything I say
There’s some truth to the rumors about me
Though I am fair, and I have talent, and I’ve had quite a bit of history
But she’s a liar burning down some bridges
Oh don’t you know that I’m a saint being boiled by the jealous
But you should know if you point a finger, only you will be the blame
I have ivory on my side and little secrets in this game
And you deserve this, oh you pious, what’s the harm I thought you came
And when the judges swing their gavels, tell me baby did it change?
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
Flash my smile, oh that boy he’s got guile
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
They call me the big bad wolf for a reason
Flash my teeth, and they’ll believe--anything I say
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I saw him waving me in
A burst of air so anticipating
I never thought of a husband
But what’s the point if we’re only dating
I didn’t do my things today
I didn’t call my brother
What was it that I once said?
I was a daddy’s daughter
I saw the blood come out
Like white cubes marinating
I tasted cotton mouth
Other thoughts come sublimating
I didn’t do my things today
I didn’t wipe the tables
What was it that Georgia said?
He had eyes like Clark Gable
I saw the candles burn right out
Oxblood lanterns in the autumn
I saw the light go out
And the hands that whispered Sodom
I saw the fangs sink in
An eye shifting to the ceiling
I felt the ivory burn in
A quiet murmur of a foreign feeling
I didn’t do my things today
I didn’t do the dishes
What was it that Sarah asked?
When did I get stitches?
I didn’t do my things today
I didn’t run the errands
What was it that I once said?
I was someone or something
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6. |
Gullible
00:52
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7. |
Can We Trade A History?
03:23
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Can we trade a history?
Like a couple of cards
We used to share our stories
As of late, it’s been hard
Can we trade a history?
Like a couple of kids
Even I made up stories
You never knew how to listen
I had dream that an angel
Took me by surprise
Boy oh boy brother Gabriel
Such a thief in the night
Can we trade a history?
You use to know what to say
Well, I’m glad you still hold me
But you don’t see me the same
Can we trade some history?
I thought I should be a saint?
But I’ve been feeling funny
And I see cracks in the paint
I had a dream that a devil
Took me by the throat
Boy oh boy there was Gabriel
With a wooden nose
He was smiling, heavy petting
I was crying by the wall
He was singing hymns from heaven
I’m guessing I was wrong
Bet you think I was wrong
Don’t you think I was wrong?
I’m guessing I was wrong
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8. |
Vintage
01:33
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9. |
Lauromeau
04:15
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JJ Wong Malibu, California
Hoping that the words I write can find a home in your brain.
Made with love and a genuine sense of discomfort.
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