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Tenderhead Tenderheart
04:00
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hollow and a wooden spoon
hollow and a wooden spoon
that tells me i may wait forever
and it’s spreading
no i know that it’s spreading
i can’t wait to hold you in my arms
i cannot wait another day
i can’t wait to hold you in my arms
i cannot wait, i cannot wait
pooling pitch, pooling rust
bring me down, fuck it up again
corrosive, break my trust
bring me down, fuck it right back up again
sloughing a fruitful bloom
sorry in a fruitful tomb
that tells me i may wait forever
my eyes search for your eyes
will i ever
gaze in a haze where time flies / stands still
i can’t wait to keep you safe from harm
tho i know i’m not perfect
i can’t wait to hold you in my arms
tho i know i’m not perfect
no one’s perfect but i feel
that i failed you before i even got a look at you
i can’t wait to hold you in my arms
i cannot wait another day
i can’t wait to hold you in my arms
don’t make me wait
pooling pitch, pooling rust
bring me down, fuck it up again
this disease, this disgust
bring me down, fuck it right back up again
tender head, tender heart
tear it out, curl it up again
pooling pitch, pooling rust
bring me down, fuck it right back up again
how can i look after you when i can’t myself
how can i be there for you when i’m not all there at all
how can i provide for you
when the roof over my head is rotting
the fruit inside my fridge is rotting
the thoughts inside my head is rotting
the flesh beneath my skin in rotting
rotting
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Robots
03:19
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i’ve fallen out of love before and so i tend
to think that that should mean that i can do it again
and yet i know myself too well, i know i’m prone
to bouts of eternity
sometime in the summer
i think it was july
i got a feeling and i didn’t know why
i didn’t want to be a burden
i didn’t know if i was certain
threading up a needle
tie me up in knots
all with such precision
little dainty robots
but the strong and shining steel had rusted
the kids and all their toys were busted
i didn’t want to be a burden
i didn’t know if i was certain
i didn’t know how i was hurting
i closed my eyes and shut the curtain
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Wringing My Hands
07:40
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the balance, the blackness
it’s all hanging in and hiding in
i’m honest i promise
but who’ll rub your back when you’re crying
you’re making me twist
baby steps in the sands of some
of some making me twitch
and i’m wringing my hands also
the correct, the righteous
took the left hand sinister path
i’m honest i promise
but when you’re upset who is making you laugh
you’re making me twist
baby steps in the sands of some foreign/home beaches
of some making me twitch
and i’m wringing my hands also biting bruised peaches
run a hand thru my hair
baby grains of pink sands from some foreign/home beaches
from somewhere is my where
and i’m wringing my hands
blasting from pasts
arms not quite extended
for handshakes should be marking the end of this
i’m left wringing my hands
you’re coughing, i’m sobbing
pure white and purge purgatory
i’m honest i promise
but when i give, what is given to me
blasting from pasts
i’m compartmentalizing
you broke me and now i’m realizing
you left me wringing my hands
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sylken somers England, UK
from the bermuda triangle
Prone 7” lathes can be purchased at
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