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Sylvia Plath
03:28
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Jean Michel saw your face in a crown of thorns
While Andy ate soup from a can
Simon said put your toe in the river
She was dancing by the Rio Grande
Chorus
Best not judge this time unjustly
Eleanor took a bubble bath
All the cool girls wore long black dresses
And read that book by Sylvia Plath
Edie looked at herself in the mirror
And wondered if this is who I am?
Lou went for a walk on the west side highway
Humming a song to himself
Chorus
Jean Michel put your face on the side of a tree
And Andy said "that's cool, man."
Simon said her name was Rio
Singing along with Duran Duran
Best not judge this time unjustly
Eleanor took a bubble bath
All the cool girls wore long black dresses
And read that book by Sylvia Plath
La la la la, la la Sylvia Plath
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la Sylvia Plath
La la la la
The Bell Jar
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You Make Me Stay Dub
03:04
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Suck the orange [Hey ho swallow blood]
Bite the apple [Hey ho on the road]
Pack the skulls Head down
Route 61 to New Orleans
Kalfou waiting by the cross roads
Breathe in time [Hey ho out in]
Watch the blood red rising sun Slide Down
Route 61 to New Orleans
Kalfou tastes magnolia
Touch its body [Hey ho keep its head]
by the highway in the dusk Nineteen
Hours on the road to Baton Rouge
Speak in tongues [Hey ho make it rhyme]
Sharpen silver see it shine Two more
hours on the road from Baton Rouge
Kalfou greets us at the crossroads
Middle 8
Pennsylvania Sal
so pretty and lean
We both laugh as we tie his hands and knees
Black crows sing in the sycamore trees
When they hear him scream
Drink his warm wine [Hey ho party time]
Pull out his eyes [Hey ho dance and sing]
Captivate, Caress
Decapitated honoured guest
Kalfou dancing at the crossroads
Bitten the apple [Hey ho back to Hibbing]
Sucked the orange [Hey ho drank his blood]
Packed his skull Back on
Route 61 from New Orleans
Kalfou smiling by the river
Kalfou smelling magnolia
Kalfou laughing by the river
Kalfou's destroying the lobster
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4. |
Catching Tuna
02:46
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5. |
Putrefaction
03:44
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He says you're so stupid
He says you're being way too
Politically correct
He says what fuckin' world are you living in
You're just a girl
With no respect
And when he says your face is like
Putrefaction
He's just trying to get your reaction
He says shut your mouth
You don't know North from South
You're an idiot
He says sing my song
You're just a bitch if you don't go along
You must accept
That when he says your face is like
Putrefaction
He's just trying to get your reaction
He's well versed in the art of negging
He thinks that you'll crawl to him begging
Says your face is like Putrefaction
He's just trying to get your reaction
He's well versed in the fine art of negging
He thinks that you'll crawl to him begging
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Frida and Picasso
03:08
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I am persona non grata
Living only in your lie
Of a place that is brave and free
Until it dies
Until it dies
Black clouds slide through a purple sky
Golden prairie so vast
Kill us all with your kindness then
Forget the past
Forget the past
Here is my heart and my infant son
Tell me how we don't belong
In this land that my mother gave
You in that song
She sang that song
She sang that song
She sang that song
Until it died
Until it died
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7. |
Long Dark Stairwell
05:16
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lynnpaquin@yahoo.com
10:24 AM (0 minutes ago)
to me
She said you're so slow
Why don't you take me home right now
Blue velvet midnight lace
Red lipstick smeared across his face
There was a long dark stairwell
A fire escape in the moonlight
The smell of rain and jasmine
Breathlessness dizziness
She turns away from him
Long neck craving his attention
Red neon flashing sign
Electric hum buzzing in the background
Silly intuition time to push
Time to pull
Desperateness distortion
Not knowing what to do
She sighed hold me tight
We'll enter paradise tonight
Wild orchid growing free
White kirtle rides above her knee
Slowly kissing her lips
Gentle hands stroke her hips
Taste her sweet perfume....
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Welcome To My Forest
04:06
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If you're the big bad wolf
Take a bite outta me
Gotta eat me up
Like a sugar cookie
With your Cheshire cat grin
All those teeth so sharp!
You can chew me up
I'm a cherry tart
When you wink at me
With those icy blue eyes
I wanna cut you a slice
Of my honey pie
Your breath feels so hot
The closer you come
Can you smell my spicy
Sugar plum
When your silky hair
Lays upon my skin
Have a little nibble of
My peach dumplin'
I can feel your heart beating
In my dream
Will you lap me up
Like fresh whipped cream
Bite my sweet
Candy lip
Take me on
A little trip
Lick my sugar
Taste my flowers
Red and pink
While away the hours
Yeah
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9. |
If He's Happy
03:54
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He has your back
He sings you songs
He gives you his soul
He makes you whole
He gives you his gifts
He tells you his secrets
He's there when you need him
And you always need him
But if he needs to go away you let him go
Because if he's happy, he won't want to go
He gives you bright colors
And he writes you words
He's often funny
But rarely absurd
You don't always get him
But he shows you his way
He makes you better
And work feels like play
But if you need to go away he'll let you go
Because if you're happy, you won't want to go
Because if he's happy, he won't want to go
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