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Apples
02:42
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I was hung from an apple tree.
People come and pick apples around me.
I was cut from my apple tree.
Now there's no apples around me.
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Buffalo
03:29
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This house was built
On sand and stilts,
And aged bricks,
A physical eulogy.
In the sticks
Spent years adrift
And years undone,
And nobody wants to go there.
To Buffalo.
My father spent
Hours on end
Trying to mend
What his father started.
And the children
Watched and waited
For their turn
So someone would want to go there.
To Buffalo.
Mapping out your memories,
It isn't easy to do
When that old house up the dirt road
Means nothing to you.
Or does it now
When you begin to map your stars?
Mending your own paradise
It isn't very far.
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Afterparty
03:28
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Tears in the rain
Fall just the same.
Numb to the pain
Pins and needles in my brain.
Can you feel the same?
No pain in the waves.
I promise I'll behave
If you stay.
Oozing at the way
I entertain.
Can you feel the same?
No pain in the waves.
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Edward James Almost
04:11
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Edward, why must you abstain from having any fun?
Edward, why would you much rather think of years to come?
When your standing in the sun
You're not much use to anyone
When the only thought that runs
Through your mind is sunblock.
Edward, did you ever think of getting out of bed?
Edward, you have far too many thoughts inside your head.
With eyelids made of lead,
Your mind all thin and spread,
Why not just be dead
Or why not start with sleeping?
Edward, you could use some natural light once in awhile
Edward, I know it's bright but it can brighten up your smile.
It's burning deep and wild
Like when you were a child
Nothing was ever mild
Despite its repetition.
Edward, one foot in the grave is no way to begin.
Edward, if not for me try for all of your kin.
Waiting for a grin
To interrupt your sin
Blue lights shining dim
Won't solve anything.
Edward, you don't have to worry about why anything exists.
Edward, all you have to know is that you would be missed.
But if ignorance is bliss,
Bring on that still kiss.
A stake in a whitened fist
Would that be it?
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Bad Rituals San Antonio, Texas
San Antonio, TX
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