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Exquisite
03:43
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I am the other that hatches you and
I’m the present that creates you
My body dying like yours
You and I are past beyond our death
I am more than remains of your flesh
Skin scabbing just like before your sores
My body crying just next to yours
All I can be is what you gave to me
All your failures and flaws are what I want to be
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Magazine
02:46
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No more guessing, guessing around
Make the bed and the furniture
It’s too bright for Easter slackness
Be afraid of the neighborhood
With Earth’s back turned to the Sun
I could live
Magazine
No more lying and driving around
Give your brother the telephone
It’s too late for Sunday breakfast
How did you become so incapable
With Earth’s back turned to the Sun
You could live
Magazine
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Gospel of the Midwest
05:14
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Gimme, gimme please
Gimme, gimme please
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme please
You don’t need it, you don’t need it
I need it more than you, I need it more than you
I’m the only one who needs it, I’m the only one who needs it
Hand it over, hand it over
You know you want to, you know you want to
Don’t make me take it, don’t make me take
Don’t make me beg, don’t make me beg
Don’t make me take it, don’t make me do anything
Don’t make me do anything
Don’t make me beg, don’t make me
You don’t need it, you don’t need it
You don’t need it
I need it more than you
Don’t make me beg
Don’t make me beg
Don’t make me beg
You don’t need it, you don’t need it
I need it, you don’t need it
Weak, weak, weak, weak
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic
Nothing
Gimme, gimme, gimme
You didn’t even want it, you didn’t even want it, you didn’t even want it
I wanted it, I needed it more than you, I needed it more than you
I don’t know what you’re talking about
Don’t look at me like that
Don’t look at me like that
You’re not allowed to look at me like that
Don’t raise your voice at me
Don’t raise your voice at me
I’m speaking to you respectfully
I’m talking to you like a person
And you’re talking to me, what, like a dog? Like you own me?
You don’t own me, you don’t own anything in this house
Why don’t you want what’s best for me? Why don’t you want what’s best for me?
You don’t love your mother? What, you don’t love your mother?
After everything I’ve given you? After everything I’ve done for you?
I deserve it, I earned it, I earned it
It’s not yours, it’s mine
It’s mine, it’s mine
Don’t make me hurt you, don’t make me hurt you
Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over
I’m not gonna hurt you
This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it’s gonna hurt you
This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it’s gonna hurt you
You don’t even know pain, you don’t know pain
You don’t know anything
Nothing, you’re pathetic
I want it, it’s mine
It was never yours
It was always mine
Was that so hard? Now, let’s get you cleaned up
You look ugly when you cry
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I think of all, all the time
I felt so low
Every time I got feeling better, I got naive
And thought that it would stay
Going down, going down
Going down, again
Feeling small, very small
All, all the time
Been feeling like this since junior high
When will it all stop
Going down, going down
Going down again
To think that I once had it all
There’s a man in me I’m gonna destroy
And he will be no more
He’ll be dead and I’ll be free
I’ll unlock that door
Going down, going down
Going down again
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NÜDE Chicago, Illinois
05/01 Stella's Tap with Patter and Sunglaciers
NÜDE is a Chicago-based experimental project.
All music by Ruby Lucinda & Luke Clohisy
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