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Lung
02:34
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talk talk talk your demons out on the line again / the doc doc doc says i ain’t got enough lung to live / knock knock knock i’m locked out of nowhere now / i need job but i just can’t figure how my own heir refuses to come to my aid / lungs won’t last long in the sunshine state / sleeping bag soaked in the rain / talk talk talk your demons out on the / knock knock knock i’m locked out again / i think you should leave your daddy for dead.
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Bang Bang Sun
03:20
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civilization is just an inch at the end / of many billion steps born without beginning / if i begin with bones composed of what's above me, then i've a teaspoon of bang bang bang bang sun / inside the city, who knew we'd suit up to such tired days? / i want the silo, where did the scenic go? / outside i see doomsday / my father's flood, my dream / mom says, “let go... earth swallows everything" / i can't let go / we made the bed for death, but he did not go yet / all our hands on his chest, last breathes so young / longfield child days, we met at zero age / we zig-zagged our ways, and you wrote your final page too young / tree trunks live longer than us / bang bang bang bang sun.
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Onion's Milk
04:27
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(lyrics by Mario Maffei) bloody david’s back from the holy land today / useless bloody friends, they don’t drink that milk, and he does it everyday / the sinless floury boy / oh the holy blonde-haired boy lost alone / his breath could smell like busy toilets / hidden in the tires heaving the joy / happier and happier and happier! / dogs are dancing with him, he takes them from behind / like the ladies do with men, like the ladies do with rock boys / only blue jeans love / he didn’t kid in the thirty-three hours, waiting for the smashing answer, yeah, okay / no time for the dead cat ladies, he will be useful and kind with the lady, yeah, okay / wigs for his sick mother, mom / no white onion milk for him / the music sounds loud, the music sounds loud / only engine’s broken / the sinless floury boy / so high, that all the camions drive / so high, that all the camions…should cry like he will do / bonjour madame, oui oui ouI! / lait d'oignon ce matin / david de retour de la terre sacre / son camion ne l'a pas trompé jamais / oh, jamais!
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(with Jen Tullock) new we are, young we’ll be / when from the seas you’ve called for me / walk boldly love, and think of me / it’s in the book, our reverie / we’ve already named all of our children / girl, our home is heaven / part ways to pen and play / poughkeepsie and paris / girl, send your clouds to me / love letters to you are written from the pantheon / and we don’t sleep till sun / c’est magnifique! / i laugh in my sleep, yeah! / i get drip drop hot delirious about your mouth upon my mouth / ravenous wrestling in the street / but you do it like an angel / you(th) couldn’t be much better / holy ghosts, july in love / ou elle va j’vais c’est vrais.
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Election
05:41
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ella es solamente una memoria / ella es solamente, memoria / ¡mi novia! ¡mi novia! / ellos no saben que yo sufro, ¡sufro! / recoleta, city of death, let me sit on your front door step / i’ll kiss your grave today, i worship ghosts when i’m away / when i’m away, i love you more and then you love me less / how can i devote to the tombstone of our happiness? / c’mon, poetry, stay with me! till I come back home again, love me to the end / you got your city of choice and i followed you to the bay / i came, you changed, and then i left you there to “ooh la la” / now i want my own city so you can go “ooh la la!” / my friends and family call me, but i still miss you more / and you won’t visit me, poetry, when will i see you again? this will never end / i’m kissing my pillows, i wish they were you / and then i write my own obituary, too / i’m dreaming faster than i can live, and we don’t agree / spend all your money and go to peru / run away to patagonia with you / i’m wearing warpaint under the ice, and it’s the end of the world.
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Memorial Day
04:36
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he thinks his insides got disease / though i’m sure the outside don’t agree / and he eats the herbs that look like pills / why, earth? I am ill / and sometimes i think i feel the tumors growing inside of me / and i wonder what kind of cancer i will grow up to be / is it just his ears and tonsils, or is it HIV? / is it just my nerves and cycle, or is it pregnancy? / is it all anyway, is it all anyway? / after all, after all, after all, after all... / i’ll act as you like, as your nurse or as your wife / and two months is too unkind / a brutal favor in the doctor’s mind / come back to my arms / come back to my heart.
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Idgy Dean Brooklyn, New York
A one-woman psychedelic dream-pop band, with DIY beats and reveries built from the bottom up.
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