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just a place for me to dump lyrics for songs i like / relate to, might provide commentary from time to time because WHY NOT!!! I have my own system for annoatating things, you can see it here!


Crows 1 - Kimya Dawson & Aesop Rock

[Kimya Dawson]
Birds of a black
Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always remember you < 𓁺
And all of the shit you do                                                 < 𓁺
They pass it to the baby birdies and then they remember too                < 𓁺
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black
Without forgetting the face of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh?
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black

[Aesop Rock]
4 and 20 gory pantone black crows shredding innards
The silhouettes are fencing lefty scissors
Separating horn and hoof as evil's own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors
Buy the getty image, green-cheese moon
Dead-of-winter shit, graveyard tchk! tchk!
Shifter shit, brother was a face card
Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel of woven branches leaning in over his hydro-plaining -
- pace car chase...
Wait up let me isolate the bass more
Gate of god's acre
Aim to rake the snow off each forsaken name here
Supposedly closure'l free the vipers out the bosom
Personally I think it's a bunch of bullshit
Prisoners, tradition is for lovers
God forbid he flip the witch against her coven on some ‘dip or play the dozens‘
Now I baptize skips in larvae and dental records
On a little plot pregnant with 6 million sentence-enders
See rap shows near Santa Cruz
Get tickets as low as $132
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Dokken Rules
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[Kimya Dawson]
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black

[Aesop Rock]
OK
And the tech support for tragedy's emphatically horrendous
Teenage operators explaining what bated breath is
Pass, I wish it were something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so -
-detached if it should happen to you privately
Publicly your shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split the button eye and burlap doll
Crack the crypt
Bats eject like cousin death's wing-ed lapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this whole shit down for all you half-goat cowards
I'll even grit my teeth for you
I am so completely off the god-damn grid it's not a question of addressing me
It's "what do these symbols under the dresser mean"
Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons through the entropy for good/young
Could've used a good lung
Still, proximity to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but unforgiving science or -
- cinematic horrors
Fast forward, my knee in the gut of a glass coffin
"remember that cow in the dean's office?" seems awkward
And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement but for ash and bone to -
- share a space with strangers seems outrageous, ain't it?
Maybe a dialogue of howls that reshapes the jowls and face somehow relates to -
-whatever you have found among a thousand cloned shrines
Either way - dope stone lion

[Kimya Dawson]
And they call to let you know your friend is dead in a box
The crows have the tools to get the meat out of the box
Scientific, ritualistic, headstone cold foxes still rot
I'm not gonna rot, no, fuck that snot
You can let them let you rot, man
But I'm not going to watch
I'm not gonna stand atop your plot
I love you friends, but I'm just not
On the other hand if your ashes are scattered in the sea
I will swim in the sea and you'll be with me
And if your shit is scattered at the roots of a tree
I will climb that tree
[Aesop Rock]
Everything you think you're hiding shows
In the way you view the graves like a string of tiny thrones
Messages you'd tucked away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard amidst the -
- butchery and beaks
You don't want the passengers to pass
You want each cow taxidermied fatter than the last
Mausoleum lighting is a rush
While it might enhance a silhouette it might expose a crutch
A proud chest puffed to the heavens
Holds nothing if we're cutting past the muscle and the tendon
And we will be cutting past the muscle and the tendon...

    
     

Tears Over beers

              
When I was just a boy                               [3]
We'll call it fifteen or so
I found myself annoyed
By a syndrome of sorts in my bones
That girl who's next to me
("Wait, next to— like, right next to—? Oh, God")
She found herself bored to tears
She realized if she wanted conversation
She's out of luck for three more years

When I moved away from home
One hundred miles or so
I knew a change had grown
Inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones                    ___________________
That girl who's next to me                              \  | HONESTLY..        |
She's friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty  |  | this is the bit   |
But all she has to say                                   > | that made me post |
Is a meathead-themed monologue on why Brad ran away     /  | this song...      |
                                                            -------------------
She said, "All I can hope for is for me to get better        ^-------------------
'Cause all I can take is no more                            | if you know me irl.|
I'll win him back again, we'll be lovers, best friends      | interpret that     |
He won't need no other woman                                | however you want   |
Like he did way back when he was with me                     ---------------------
He needed more than me
I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty
But he needed more than me"

When I felt that I should leave
We'll call it midnight or so
I found myself annoyed
By a syndrome of sorts in her bones
That girl who's next to me
She don't know her worth in this town (2)
'Cause her face starts to shine when that meathead behind me
Is grinning as he's checking her out ("Oh, come on!") (2 cont.)

I said, "All I can hope for is for you to get better
'Cause all I can take is no more
So I'll hide where I can
Away from you and your friends
Leaking tears over beers once again"
Leaking tears over beers once again
You're leaking tears over beers once again

Petrichor - Tea/Atlas

when it's raining in the morning                   [luna my #1 comfort musician 
and you smell the petrichor from your bed                                back at it again]
know that i'm with you, there in some way (3)(2)
like a fly on the wall in your head (1)

when the bad thoughts and the nightmares
keep us afraid of the things in our minds
know that it's alright, life keeps moving
just don't let it leave you behind
when you're exhausted and you're lonely
and the sadness begins to appear
know that somewhere, there are people
who love the idea that you're here

and when the sky dims, turning pitch black
and the clock reads 3 a.m.
hit me by phone call or text, calm or panicky mess
and we'll go out for milkshakes again

Something 2 B - Alex G

I've been lying
In my basement
I wanna call you, but I can't speak out (2)
Too many uppers
Too many downers                      ___________________
I had a problem, but I'm over it now < can you even call |
                                     | it healing if it's|
Being somebody is just something to be for someone else??|
Being somebody is just something to be ------------------
Being somebody is just something to be      ^------------------
Being somebody is just something to be     | or if i caused it |
                                           | like do i even    |
Me and my mother                           | deserve to heal?? |
Went to the doctor                          --------------------
They tied me up and took my insides out
They got some scissors
And clipped my feathers
And now I got nothing to worry about
                                           ___________________
Being somebody is just something to be   < sometimes i feel   |
Being somebody is just something to be   < it, like nothing i |
Being somebody is just something to be   < do really matters. |
Being somebody is just something to be     -------------------

you smell of dead flowers - vslush

Closing eyes
My room is full of
Spiders, ants
That want my rotten meat
It's humid
I am full of spiders
Bite me until its painful (1)(2)
I sit lonely    < REAL|        __________________      
It's dark and hopeless        |REAl. emphasis on |
Will my body still be useful < BODY because i hav|
I'm ashamed of all I am now   | self worth issues|
Make me cry until its painful (1)(2)-------------

You smell of dead flowers
I smell of the sewer I rot in (1) ________
I'm ashamed of all that I am now < guilt. |
And all I am now                  --------
Is painful

Hell - Coma Cinema

                                               [3][2]
The only thing permanent about true love
Is the pain you feel when it goes
So turn your back on forever
Run from the past as it explodes

You are a mirror image
Of a god you'll never know
Who created hell
To show you how to be alone  

Break the heart of the one you love
To serve the one you fear
So used to self-abuse by now
Because the end is always near

You are a mirror image
Of a girl you'll never know
Who waits in hell
So you don't have to be alone               

Liquid Courage - Mccaferty

 
Running through the forest with my backpack full of cocaine (cocaine)
If we just keep driving, we should reach Jersey by Sunday morning
Maybe if we kiss, we could break tension like my brother's rib cage
Stole the bastard's wallet from my father when he wasn't looking

I've taken up poetry, so I can express all these feelings
I wrote letters that I never sent because I never mean 'em     _____   _______________
Wrote my poem on my hand in Sharpie, so I don't forget it     < REAL| (if yr here this) 
What was I talking about? Fuck                                < REAL| (probably isnt  )
Alright (fuck)                                                  ----- (targeted at u  )
                                                                       v
I can't stay awake because my friends are all so fucking boring  < REAL| 
I can feel the energy my pen has when I'm writing stories   
I can see the words come off the canvas and go up your nose (1)
Now I'm in your brain and know how to make your lungs go closed (1 cont.)

[x2]
Can I have a sip of that?
My cuddle tank is feeling empty
Liquid courage for the nerves, he's way worse than she deserves < REAL (i'm he)| 
Drunken sex after dessert, keeps her heart with lovely words
Broken wings, a flightless bird, promise me this wouldn't hurt

Her mom said my brain is broke
My thoughts wanna see me choke
Crown of thorns lay on my head
I'll stay home and sleep instead
Your dad's back in jail again, apple picking with the friend
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's most lonely of them all?
 
 [x2]
I can't fall in love again (stay away, stay away)   (1)
Cupid's arrow in my neck (stay away, stay away)
I'm more trouble than I'm worth (stay away, stay away)
You're a danger to yourself (stay away, stay away)  (1 cont.)

[x2]
Can I have a sip of that?             [sorry i felt EDGY and DIFFERENt today]
My cuddle tank is feeling empty
Liquid courage for the nerves, he's way worse than she deserves
Drunken sex after dessert keeps her heart with lovely words                    
Broken wings, a flightless bird, promise me this wouldn't hurt





GIRL HELL 1999 - FEMTANYL

                                                         _____
I like lying to myself that I like everyone I meet     < REAL|
It's a funny little cycle, do it while I fall asleep   < REAL|
If I do it every day and if I do it every week (1)(2)    -----     
Then I just might become a better man you wanted out of me(1 cont.) (2 cont.) 
I got cellophane wrapped around the lining of my throat       _____
If you ever hear me breathing, then that breathing is a joke < REAL| 
Please, be nice to me and I will do exactly what I'm told    < REAL|
Simple, I get to be dumb, you get to exercise control         ------
Exercise control
Exercise control
Can you please just check again?
I'd become fucking destitute before I'd be your man
There are wires overhead and there are wires in your hand
You pull the plug on me, I switch you up again (it's your problem)
It's your problem     [CATJAM]    
It's your problem    [CATJAM]
It's your problem   [CATJAM]
It's your problem  [CATJAM]
I just make this shit so you can loose your                 ___________________
I got lucky, I do it all the time                        \  | Thank you noelle  |
I do it 'cause I like it and I like it 'cause it's mine   | | (femtanyl) for    |
Every day, I take a minute of your time                   | | spitting actual   |
I keep them in a box, I organize them all by size          > bars AND being     |
I want it, I want it quite a lot                          | | relatable as hell |
I'm in it 'cause I can be, you can't tell me that I'm not | | during this whole |
Are you stupid?                                          /  | song.             |
The paint is what's inside                                  -------------------
I pull out all my blood vessels and lay them out like vines 
I got cellophane wrapped around the lining of my throat
If you ever hear me breathing, then that breathing is a joke
Please, be nice to me and I will do exactly what I'm told
Simple, I get to be dumb, you get to exercise
It's your problem           [CATJAM]      
It's your problem          [CATJAM]
It's your problem         [CATJAM]
It's your problem        [CATJAM]
It's your problem       [CATJAM]
It's your problem      [CATJAM]
It's your problem     [CATJAM]
It's your problem    [CATJAM]
It's your problem   [CATJAM]

Saddle Tramp - Marty Robins

They call me a drifter, they say I'm no good      |this isn´t anything 
I'll never amount to a thing                              i just like cowboy music|
Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good
There's joy in this song that I sing

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

At night I will rest 'neath a blanket of blue
Doubt if I ever will change
I might even dream of a lady I knew
Might even whisper her name

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp

I might even wind up in Idaho (2)
And visit a cute little miss
A sweet little someone I used to know
And I might even stop long enough for a kiss (2 range.)

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

Might even ride back through Phoenix someday (2)
Might even stop for a while
But branded, no never! I'll not be tied down
Trapped by a fair lady's smile (2 range.)


Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp!
    



Scar Tattoo - Alex g

I got a ringing in my head and I wish it would stop < tennitus gang :p 
I got too many people here tryna watch me get off      ^( unidentified guilt..)
You think you're pretty cause you're smart well look what you caught
Just an easy motherfucker wasting all that he's got (1)
You made the pretty little things and now you're gone  _________
I get sick in the basement when you're gone           <real     |
I start walking in the graveyards when you're gone    <also real|
I start to smile for the camera and now you're gone   <also real| (@sofie)
                                                      -----------
She carved your name in her chest it's a scar tattoo -    __________________
She wiped the blood of her dress, scar tattoo         |  | I miss a lot of  |
She stabs you in the back, it's a scar tattoo         |  | people, like too |
I wake up at night and I wish I was you (1)           |  | many, on a regul-|
You made the pretty little things and now you're gone  > | ar basis i'm th- |
I get sick in the basement when you're gone           |  | inking of anyone |
I start walking in the graveyards when you're gone    |  | good or bad      |
I start to smile for the camera and now you're gone  -    ------------------

You made the pretty little things and now you're gone < sometimes i feel guiltiy |
I get sick in the basement when you're gone           < for missing him          |
I start walking in the graveyards when you're gone
I start to smile for the camera and now you're gone
You made the pretty little things and now you're gone
I get sick in the basement when you're gone
I start walking in the graveyards when you're gone
I start to smile for the camera and now you're gone (1)             
If I didn't know the words whenever it came on                    



A conversation about identity - Atlas

Laying up at night
No concept of myself          [ i love atlas all of her music goes so hard..]
I'm lost inside my head                            [She's just like me fr]
You're lost inside, as well
                                 ___________________
I'm breathing in fresh air       | this section    |
On my grandparents' front porch < reminds me of my |
While you're laying in the grass | cousin, hanging |
Or you're staring at the floor   | out at my grand-|  (@sofie)
                                 | ma's is peak    | (sometimes)
And anxious like I am            -------------------
I'm panicking again                
'Cause I'm losing touch with all  < real ]
The people I call friends          

You're losing in a staring contest
With whatever's in your mirror
You are me and I am you            
But we're not one and I'm inferior

I'm three beers past five too many
I'm two bowls past too high
I'm one forehead kiss away
From falling asleep when I realize
                                      ____________
That my whole life is up in the air < goes hard   |
My heart is out on a tightrope     < goes hard    |
And my mind is so unaware         <   goes hard   |
That the safety net was cut a long time ago ------

So why should I remember
When good times come around
If the deafening silence of anxiety
Will drown out the prettiest sounds
                           
At the bottom of a riverbed 
My nightmares are coming on 
They feel like my favorite song
If I didn't know the words whenever it came on